Finally I’m able to contribute something to the new Thor movie!~ I’ve been working on this for almost two months now.
The picture was kept mostly plain and gray on purpose, to better highlight the colored parts like the eyes and the facepaint.
admit that I was a little shocked when I first saw the new changes on
the character Thor in Ragnarok. I did not very like them, especially
that they cut his hair… Actually, I still have to get used to the short
hair part (that just doesn’t look like Thor…). But at least it inspired me to draw this piece!~ :D (I hope the metallic thing in the front can be recognized as the dreadful tool scissors that cut Thor’s majestic hair.)
Hello!! Can I ask for a friend zoned MC feeling unrequited love to the RFA + V & Unknown which ends in a "I like you god damn it" confession?? And they like you back?? Thank youuuu (: I love your blog btw
Author’s note: sorry this is so rushed I have to post Saeran/V’s separate bc this is so long || So some of these aren’t as much confessions as
they are cute, BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY THEM NONETHELESS ♥
“To the left, MC!!!! NO, YOUR OTHER LEFT!”
You smashed the buttons of your
controller down, hoping something good would happen
I have no idea what I’m doing.
“I think I just died.”
You set your controller down and
glanced over at your best friend
His eyes were glued to the screen,
tongue sticking slightly out just like it always does when he’s focused on
The light from the monitor flashed
white and Yoosung jerked forward, causing your knees to collide
You felt your face heat up at the
skin on skin connection
“Not now, MC, I think I can win
Yoosung leaned over in front of
you, trying to get a better angle of the screen
You got a whiff of Yoosung’s shampoo and your heart skipped a beat
I don’t know how he smells this good after playing video games all day.
You involuntarily reached out and
ran your fingers through his hair
For a second you though you felt
Yoosung leaning into your touch
But that’s probably my imagination…
The screen flashed again and
Yoosung turned around to look at you
He was still leaning over on your
side, your faces now inches apart
Yoosung gave you a close eyed
…That damn smile.
When you didn’t respond to him,
“What’s wrong, MC?”
You summoned every ounce of
strength you had and closed the gap between his lips and yours
Before Yoosung could react, you
“U-Uhhh,” you looked at Yoosung’s bright
red face, “Congrats on the win?”
Do it!! Tell him how you feel!
It was just another average friend
date with Zen
You, him, a small bistro, hundreds of fans all begging to get a
picture with him
Just a normal day
“Zen, over here!!!”
“Sorry about the flash, I just
HAVE to make sure it’s a good picture.”
“Are you stupid??? ALL of Zen’s pictures are good!”
You turned to look at your friend,
who was soaking up as much of the limelight as possible
He stood up and tapped on his
glass with a fork
“Ladies, ladies, you can all get a picture with your Zenny, just be patient!”
“Since when are you theirs?” you mumbled, crossing your
Zen glanced back at you
Crap, did he hear me?
You gave him a big smile and a
That ought to throw him off his tracks.
Zen turned back to the sea of fans
“I’ll be outside in ten minutes,
so if everyone could make a line outside, that would be perfect!”
In the blink of an eye the
restaurant was empty again, a flood of screaming girls and guys retreating
outside to wait for their prince
A sigh of relief escaped your lips as Zen sat down
“Are you mad at me?”
You looked down at your food and
began messing with it
“Don’t play with your food, MC.”
He sighed, “If you aren’t going to
answer my question I’ll just go outside right now.”
Zen put his hands on the table and
started to push himself up
You grabbed his arm and pulled him
“I’m not mad at you,” you sighed, “I’m
just mad that we never get to spend time together like we used to.”
Zen put his hand on top of yours and
leaned in toward you
“What do you mean? I see you all
the time up at work!!”
You stared at his hand
He’s touching me.
He’s holding my hand.
ZEN is holDING MY FREAKING-
You awkwardly coughed and pulled
your hand away
“Y-Yeah, uh no… what were we
Zen leaned back in his chair
“Never mind… let’s just eat.”
He lifted up his glass of water to
“I love you.”
You pushed away from the table and
“You spit all over my shirt,” you
gestured down to the wet material that clung to your chest, “my WHITE shirt!!’
“W-Well you said that you… you
And all of sudden, the floor
became veryyyyy interesting
I wish I had the power of invisibility…
“MC, look at me.”
While you were contemplating
superpowers, Zen had taken the time to walk over and stand in front of you
“Nah, I think I’m good,” you continued looking down, “the floor
happens to be my favorite shade of… brown.”
A soft and warm hand tilted your
chin up, and your eyes met his scarlet ones
“I love you too.”
You slowly leaned in-
“ZENNY, WE’RE WAITING~”
Zen stepped back and glanced at
the girl peeking through the front door
There was the click of a camera
and a squeal, and she was gone again
Zen scratched the back of his head
“Sorry, I guess it’s-whoa whoa WHOA, what are you doing????
You flung your wet shirt over the
back of the chair and shivered
“Man, this place is kinda cold,”
you looked up and smirked, “then again, I am wearing just a bra.”
You heard a very inhumane noise come from the back of Zen’s throat
“The fans can wait.”
Zen grabbed your wrist and pulled
you into his chest, his lips crashing against yours
The beast was NOT contained that
On your way out of the RFA
building you glanced at your watch
Damn… it’s already 11pm? I stayed waaaaayyyy too late.
When you walked past the break room
you heard the familiar sound of the copy machine clunking turning on
“…damn Jumin and his damn
I wonder if that’s…
“-with his damn cat and the damn
Yup, that’s Jaehee.
You peeked in the room and watched
as she stuffed a stack of papers into the copy tray
She wiped her hands on her skirt
and sat in the chair next to the whirring machine
“You should go talk to her.”
Seven put a hand over your mouth
and pulled you away from the door
Jaehee glanced up and sighed
Seven removed his hand and you
lowered your voice to a whisper
“What the hell do you want?”
He glanced at the breakroom and
then back to you, giving you his famous ‘I have an idea that could go horribly
wrong or perfectly right’ look
“Good luck,” was all he said
before grabbing you and harshly shoving you in the breakroom
But it was too late
In a flash the redhead was gone,
and you were alone with Jaehee
She looked up and smiled
“MC? I didn’t know you were here
so late! It’s nice to have some company.”
You stared at her, unsure of what
Jaehee stood up and stretched,
letting out a tiny yawn
“How much longer does Jumin have
She picked up the warm copies from
the tray and leaned up against the machine
“I just have to run this back to
his office and I’m done! At least, until he inevitably
calls me at midnight asking for more cat food…”
You walked with her to Jumin’s
office, continuing to listen to her rant about his late night antics
When the two of you finally got
there, she plopped the papers in a box outside the door
She glanced over at you
“You wanna go grab some late night
coffee? Since, you know, Jumin should be calling you in about,” you checked
your watch, “30 minutes.”
“Sure!! That’s exactly the pick me
up I need, a nice little frienddate!”
“Yeah, I was thinking-”
“I like you. A lot.”
Jaehee stopped and turned to you
“A-As a friend?”
You stepped closer, “More than a friend.”
Her eyes widened and a deep blush
spread across her cheeks
You felt your heart break in two
She doesn’t feel the same… dammit, this is why you never fall in love with a straight girl.
Tiny hands wrapped around your
own, causing you to look back up
Jaehee had a soft smile spread
across her lips
“Me too… a-about the not friend
Her gripped tightened, “Not that I don’t consider you a friend! I’m just, well, what I’m trying
to say, or rather, what want to say-”
“Would you two KISS ALREADY???”
Both of your heads snapped
in the direction of the voice
“Seven, whyyyyy are you still here?”
“Yeah, he was here earlier when-”
“-When I set you guys up!”
As you and Seven began arguing, Jaehee
looked between the two of you and sighed
She interlocked fingers with you
and pulled you away
“Sorry, Luciel, but we have a date
to get to.”
You stuck your tongue out at him
and he rolled his eyes
“Whatever… have fun you two love
You looked over at Jaehee and
Oh, we will.
Dammit, he closed the blinds.
You rolled your chair closer and angled
your head in an attempt to see into Jumin’s office again
“Peeping tom much?
Zen sighed and leaned up against
“I still don’t understand what you
see in him.”
You rolled your eyes and looked
over at Zen
“You promised you’d be supportive-
“-And I am,” he held up his hands
in surrender, “I just think you could do better.”
“What? Like date you?”
“Well, not that much better.”
Zen smirked and you playfully hit
him in the stomach
Within the next second the two of you burst out laughing
“Wow,” you wiped a tear from your
eye, “I don’t even know why that was so funny.”
“MC,” Jumin’s voice boomed, “Can I
see you in my office?”
Zen raised his eyebrows and pushed
himself off your desk
“Good luck,” he glanced back,
“with him, you’ll need it.”
You rolled your eyes and stood up,
cringing when your knees made a loud pop
Could my body, like, not embarrass me? No? Alllllllrighty.
You walked into the room and Jumin
closed the door behind him
“So, what’s up?”
Jumin turned around and sighed
“I believe some… congratulations
are in order.”
“Did I get a raise?”
Jumin chuckled, taking one big
step toward you
“No, I’m talking about you and
“I’m a little lost… what do you
“Your relationship. Are you not
romantically involved with each other?”
Said that one out loud this time…
You mentally kicked yourself, “Zen
and I are just friends.”
Jumin scratched his chin,
completely lost in thought
You took a deep breath
Here goes everything nothing.
“…I actually have my eye on
Jumin snapped back into reality
“Who? If that, well, if it isn’t
too much to ask.”
“Is it really not Zen?”
Oh my god.
“You know,” you grabbed his tie,
“you’re pretty clueless for a CEO.”
In one gentle tug, your lips
connected with his
After a few seconds, Jumin pulled
“So, it’s me then?”
You shook your head and grinned
“Of course, you-“
Jumin’s lips crashed on to yours
again,his hands cupping your face
And let’s just say you were now very
thankful for the closed blinds
You grabbed the two tools from
“You know, you don’t have to
repeat everything I say.”
“Repeat everything I-OUCH! MC, why’d you kick meeee?”
Seven hugged his shin and hopped
up and down
I’m surprised he has this much energy at 2 in the morning….
You looked back up at Seven, who
had miraculously gotten over his bruised shin and was chugging a can of Dr.
…Who am I kidding, he never sleeps anyways.
It had been about an hour since
Seven called you asking for help fixing his chair
You had gone to the furniture
store IKEA anyone??? with him earlier that day and actually took the time to READ the damn manual
You clapped your hands together
“Wanna test it out?”
Seven gave you a mischievous grin
“Don’t mind if I do!”
Before you knew it, Seven grabbed
your waist and pulled you into his lap, causing both of you to fall back into
It creaked under the combined
weight of you and Seven, but surprisingly remained stable
“Hey, you really did fix it!!”
Seven began spouting off nonsense
about how crappy it was earlier, but you were too busy thinking about the fact
that you were sitting
In his lap
INCHES away from his face
He’s so warm…
“-Plus, it kept making weird
noises! I’m so glad you came over tonight.”
“Uh, earth to MC?? Agent 707
calling, can you read me??”
You shook you head, zoning back in
Seven sighed, relaxing back into
“Thank God Seven you’re okay… I can’t have my best friend dying on me…
literally,” Seven chuckled at his own joke
I love that little laugh.
Seven looked back at you
“What’s on your mind, MC?”
DID I JUST SAY THAT OUT LOUD?
Here we go.
“Seven, I like you.”
“You mean,” Seven furrowed his
brows, “You like me, or you like-like
You rolled your eyes, how old is he again??
“You’re so ridiculous.”
Seven looked at you patiently
“I like-like you.”
You felt lips lightly press on the back of your neck
“Well that’s not fair,” Seven
tightened his grip on your waist, “because I love-love you.”
Ahhhh!! Love your dazatsu art. It's all so pretty!! If you don't mind, I was wondering if you ever have time in the future we could see some dazatsu tickle fluff art. I just think it would be so cute especially in your art style!! If you don't wish to do it, that's fine too.
Ahh thank you…! I’m glad you like my puddly art ahhh *hides face*
hi viria i have a problem im dealing with right now ;; in my fandom genderswaps/bends are growing ever more popular and more and more big art/fic creators are accepting and supporting them. as someone trans i've been trying to educate people on how harmful it is, but as more & more 'big' or 'popular' accounts publicly enjoy them, its harder & harder to have an audience that will listen. i used to enjoy genderswaps myself but now ive come to see how truly harmful they are. i want to keep (1/6)
trying to educate ppl but soon it will be near impossible to convey my message as almost a whole of my fandom will just come to accept them and love them so much they wont listen ;; do you have any words to say from your perspective as an artist or from any other standpoint? even just a small word would mean so much, this trend is growing more and more rapidly and stronger every time a fic or piece of art supporting it is produced ;; (2/6)
i come to you asking such a thing because there are fewer and fewer people that share the same belief as me that it is bad. the argument defending it seems very convincing to many. some trans/qenderqueer/nonbinary people find it enjoyable and comforting but those that are on the opposite spectrum - ppl like me who feel dysphoric and invalidated by it - are in the end told to deal with it and let ppl write/draw what they want and just avoid it since its a comfort to some. another argument (3/6)
is of artistic liscense: you should be able to make whatever you want and this is strengthened by the fact doing so comforts some trans/gq people. but i feel forgotten. do the people that are hurt by it not matter? i feel ashamed now when i try to put out my msg. but i just want to feel a little more normal within my fandomspace. i want to feel like i exist. yet hardly anyone will listen. it’s not longer something i and my friends can avoid and never really was, because it is harmful and (4/6)
we have a right to speak out against harmful things, yes? i am finding it harder and harder to believe it. i really just yearn to feel normal as the people that are consoled by genderswapping feel normal. i feel i should mention i do remember when you made genderswap art and were educated and apologized, i have gone through the same process myself. i hope i am not bringing up bad memories and apologize if i happen to ;; please, if you could give just a few words yourself it (5/6)
Hello! I’m sorry, I think my askbox managed to eat the last part of your message, so it’s not entirely full! But I feel like I get enough information from these parts nonetheless.
First of all, please, please, try to not let any strangers on the internet make you feel abnormal. I feel like it must be very hard to be put in such a space, but as much as you can, please focus on the people who DO share your opinion on this. As much as it might not look like it, I am sure many people (even out of those who still do genderswaps) mean no harm, don’t yet know how hurtful it is for some other people and WILL listen to you!
I remember when people educated me over this, there were so many who thought that…how to put it. That I think very very bad of transgender people, while I, at that point, didn’t really know much about this issue. When it doesn’t happen to you, it’s not always the thing that crosses your mind. I feel like people who explain why and how this is wrong to artists, especially with their point of view, do help to fuel a thought in someone’s mind, offer them to think about it if they didn’t have the option before.
I try to be hopeful for people, I want to think that even if genderswaps are popular, there are still many empathic people who will listen to you, and who will understand how you feel.
For many it comes to a choice: whether they enjoy genderswaps enough to still draw it when they know how much it upsets some people. It was very fun to draw, but I don’t want to be the cause of someone’s distress by doing it. So… I want to think many people might share my choice.
I’d say…if you choose to explain your point of view to people who still do genderswaps, try to not make bashing someone the first thing you write them. It might cause anger and defense, and it might not lead anywhere. Back then I was “educated” in a way that made me cry my eyes out, but it’s not something everyone will be willing to go through. For me, it wasn’t people who yelled at me what a piece of crap I was, but people who really explained what they felt that made me think on this topic more. Keep in mind that there still might be people who don’t yet know your point of view. What they see - is the pictures on the internet, people do them, so they assume it’s okay. You don’t usually think “Hm, what can possibly be wrong with this picture?” about drawings you see on the internet.
As for your safe place, I think you have already done that, block all the genderswap tags to try to avoid on your dashboard. Even if there are people who stop doing them, there will most likely still be people who just started, simply because there are so so many. You don’t want to stress out because of something the stranger did from the other side of the globe.
I’m sorry if this is zero help, I know there is no way to change everyone’s opinion or to inform everyone, but please, don’t lose yourself with this. You are you and you are important, what you feel is absolutely legit and valid, remember it!
a/n: this one is a lil’ longer than expected, but i hope you guys like it nonetheless! it got to the point where i was too tired of reading it to check for any errors, though, so if ya find any lemme know. enjoy
Philip Hamilton wanted your help.
It was the end of a school day in October, and you were just
filing away your books into your locker – the one day a week you didn’t have
tutoring – while getting ready to go home. In fact, you had just slammed your
locker shut and were slipping the lock through the hole when the boy approached
you with a proposition.
“You help me with math and I’ll hook you up with Georges,”
he almost begged.
Philip Hamilton was a bad boy… at best. His father was a
famous politician (although, in your school, whose dad wasn’t) and he never really tried to be nice to anyone else. Why
would he? He had a motorcycle, all the money he could dream of, and talent to
find a girlfriend at the beginning of every new month. But, despite his
hardened, tough, rude exterior… you knew there was a reason he was like that,
and you knew that there was so much more to him than being a dick. This was
evident when he was asking you to tutor him – there was a look of weakness you
had seen in his eyes that you had never seen in him before.
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY! Thank you for being amazing and beautiful in everything you do!
It’s been forever since I’ve written and I apologize for that.
Thank you all for the love on Notebook! I was shocked to say the least:)
Summary: You’re the ‘mom’ of the team but what happens when you’re not Bucky’s fan?
Word Count: Could this have been written in 2 parts? Sure, but where’s the fun in that?! Just kidding, I didn’t want to stop.. So.. Lord knows…. (I’m so sorry I don’t know I don’t have Word so I can’t count them and I refuse to count them myself because it’s a lot.)
Warnings: Suicide mentions, suicide scene (NO ONE DIES), sad moments tbh, fluff, hugs (A TON OF HUGS), sign language (If that’s even a warning), annoyed Bucky, nightmares, and crying. Dang… It sounds really heavy but go with it.
Please let me know if you liked it! Thank you for reading, I hope you have a good day:)
You’ve been at the Avengers compound for almost 8 months because your cousin Tony requested you after the fallout between himself and none other than Captain America. Luckily between that time, Tony and Natasha have been speaking to Captain and the government finally expunged what James Barnes did while he was under mind-control by writing him off as ‘mentally unstable’.
You rubbed your hands together excitedly as you awaiting the arrival of the other half of the infamous team. To your knowledge they all knew who you were and understood your reasoning to be there for the team.
An Honorary Mother, everyone likes to say.
You’re a very affectionate person, you’ve always loved seeing people smile because of you and enjoyed helping them through issues and were very excited to help the coming members, especially James Barnes. You read his file and couldn’t stop the blush as you looked at all the pictures they had of him. He was incredibly handsome and you knew he needed someone other than Captain America to help.
“Hey, waiting for your new sons and daughters?” Natasha said lightly as she walked over to you at the entrance of the compound. You turn to her and gave her a hug, she laughs quietly and hugs you back before pulling away, “you do know you saw me an hour ago?” She asks with a quirked eyebrow, you shrug and watch the doors.
“Everyone needs hugs, it’s scientifically proven to help you mentally and physically, you know.” You note smiling at her, she rolls her eyes but smiles nonetheless.
“Are you excited to meet them?” She says after a few moments of silence, you nod quickly and look to the door, again rubbing your hands together.
“I hope they like me.” You say quietly looking at the floor briefly as though you’d just confessed to stealing cookies before dinner. Natasha puts an arm around your shoulder, grinning to reassure you.
“Don’t worry, they’ll love you. You’re our adopted mom.” You look at her and smile just as the doors open.
You wait for everyone to come up to you and Natasha, your heart pounding loudly in your ears and you stare up and Captain America and James Barnes, they have at least 8 inches on you. Natasha elbows you lightly and cocks her head towards them.
Captain puts his hand in front of you and smiles brightly, “Hello, my name is Steve Rogers, nice to meet you.” You glance at his hand then his face before hugging him around the waist tightly, he coughs awkwardly and hugs you back gently. You pull away and smile at everyone staring at you with wonder except James Barnes who stares at you with anxious eyes.
Hajime trusts Tooru. He trusts him with his life, in fact.
Why is this bothering him so much?
He sighs, closing his eyes and forcing himself to look away from where Tooru is, talking to some guy who is definitely standing a little bit too close. Tooru’s had a few glasses of wine now, so he probably isn’t aware of how hard this guy is flirting with him. For as brilliant as he is, Tooru can sometimes be so oblivious.
Or maybe Hajime’s just annoyed, and reading too far into this. Whatever.
Is this guy fucking blind or something? Can he not see that Tooru is his? They don’t have rings or anything, but still - they have spent the entire evening pressed together. Tooru was practically sitting in his lap during dinner, and he finished Hajime’s glass of wine for fuck’s sake-
Tooru laughs, and this guy takes a step closer, putting a hand on Tooru’s forearm. He’s quick to shake it off, mumbling something to this guy, but it’s apparently not enough because they’re still talking.
Hajime’s just about done with this now.
“Uh, hello? Earth to Iwa?” Hajime blinks, and finally notices that Kuroo has just been staring at him while he was lost in thought. They were having a conversation, before, but, well.. “Everything alright?” Kuroo glances between Hajime and Tooru, an amused expression on his face.
What an asshole.
“Don’t act oblivious,” Hajime spits, shaking his head. “Oblivious doesn’t work for you. Not with that shit-eating grin.” He tips back the rest of his glass of wine, finishing it in one go.
Kuroo hums, still smirking like he knows something Hajime doesn’t. If they weren’t such good of friends, Hajime would have punched him.
Or, maybe because they are, that’s why he does.
Kuroo laughs into it, rubbing his shoulder. “Just go, before you hurt somebody with that glare.”
Hajime drops his empty glass on a nearby table. “You guys gonna be okay to get home?” He looks past Kuroo to Bokuto, who is trying to play pool. Trying, and failing, as he’s leaning halfway over the table and constantly jostling the pool balls before he hits.
“Oh yeah, don’t worry, Kei’s coming in an hour. We’ll be fine until then.” Kuroo waves him off, taking a step back. “Now, go, seriously, before I go and do it for you.” Kuroo skulks away, and Hajime brings up a hand to rub at his temples.
He knows it’s stupid, but looking over at Tooru brings up a fresh wave of unpleasant emotions again, and Hajime finds himself walking over.
Tooru doesn’t see him, at first - he’s turned to his side, from where Hajime approaches - but Hajime clears his throat, and calls his name before he’s even close.
Hajime can’t help but smile at the immediate way that Tooru reacts, at how quickly he turns towards the sound of Hajime’s voice, and smiles. Really smiles. The kind that’s only reserved for Hajime and Hajime alone.
As it should be.
Soon as Hajime’s close enough, Tooru is reaching out for him, lacing their fingers together. He lets out a soft, contented hum - Hajime wants to drag him in close, to hold that, and every part of Tooru, just for him.
“Hajime?” Tooru whispers, looking confused as Hajime pulls him in close, nosing at his neck. “What’s up?”
Hajime inhales once, deeply. Tooru smells amazing - the cologne he wears is expensive, but Hajime would recognize the scent anywhere. It only reaffirms everything that Hajime is feeling.
“I just want to go home,” he says, lips pressed against Tooru’s neck, his jaw, and then the shell of his ear. He feels Tooru shiver beneath him, and the grip on his hands tightens.
“Okay,” Tooru says, nodding his head quickly. He leans in to press a kiss to the side of Hajime’s face, and then his lips, when Hajime turns to meet him. He tastes sweet. Like strawberries. “Then let’s go.”
She only had a couple preferences: that it takes place within the first eleven seasons and that it has JJ, Garcia, and Spencer in it.
Coming up with an idea for this was easier than I expected. This is inspired by the end of season 8 episode 5, where JJ announces Henry is going trick-or-treating as his favorite profiler, Spencer. In this fic, Spencer and Y/N’s daughter decides to go as her favorite tech genius!
Hope you like this darling, I really enjoyed writing it! Sorry, it’s a little short, I’ve hit a stump and really needed something to get me out of it. This helped, but I hope it’s good nonetheless!
“No trick-or-treating for you this year?” Rossi asked Morgan as they made their way through the bullpen.
The chiseled man chuckled and shook his head. “Tempting but I think not.”
“How about dinner? I’ll buy,” Rossi offered, smirking at his coworker.
“I’ll take a free meal any day.”
“What about Jenn, Y/N? She still not going to trick-or-treat?” Rossi asked Y/N. She was stacking file folders on her desk, trying to organize quickly so she could get out of there.
“Funny you mention that,” she replied with a smirk. “She’s changed her mind.”
“Everyone,” Spencer said from the doorway. “As you all know, little Jenn said she didn’t want to go trick-or-treating this year because she was a bit nervous about it.”
“Takes after her father,” Penelope said with a smirk. “What changed her mind?”
“Well,” Y/N said, “I told her that if she doesn’t want to go, she doesn’t have to, but that meant she wouldn’t get to show everyone what she dressed up as.”
“You blackmailed a toddler?” Derek asked amused.
“She wanted so badly to dress up as her hero and favorite genius that she decided to come here and around the rest of the Bureau to get her candy.”
“She’s dressing up as Spencer?” Penelope gushed, placing a hand over her heart.
Stay Away | Zach Dempsey x Reader (ft. Monty Dela Cruz)
Genre: Angst, Romance POV: Reader’s/First Person Warning: Containg swearing, violence and sexual harrasment!!
A/N: This was personally hard for me to write, but it was requested. It’s a bit heavy and it’s not the usual fluffy write-up you guys often get from me. Nonetheless, I will be posting a new fluff piece tomorrow, so stay tuned! Meanwhile, I hope you guys like this for now.
Request: Hai, I was wondering if you could do an imagine where Zach and his girlfriend (the reader) are hanging out and he despite her trying to hide them he sees a bunch of bruises on her and gets really worried and mad asking her what happened only for her to tell him that Montgomery had beat her up in a drunken state because she refused to sleep with him. This causes Zach to get mad and go beat him up and threatening him to never go near the reader again.
Zach and I were watching TV when he suddenly said he was hungry. I pout at him and sigh as a response as I got up from the sofa and make my way to the kitchen to quickly cook something up. Zach was feeling a bit hungover after yesterday and he loved being treated like a baby whenever he was sick. I took out 2 bowls of instant ramen to satisfy his hunger.
I held onto the sleeves of my sweater while leaning on the kitchen counter as I waited for the water to boil. The incident from Jessica’s party last night replayed in my mind once again. Zach would flip if he knew and I didn’t want to ruin Zach and Monty’s friendship. Besides, Monty was just drunk, I think to myself, he was just intoxicated and didn’t know what he was doing. But it still wasn’t an excuse, I continue to think. The incident scared me, Monty, scared me.
Summary: Tonight, it’s Seokjin’s turn to cook for you. But, while you think dessert is just as simple as some cupcakes with frosting; Seokjin plans to give you an episode or two of Eat Jin like you’ve never seen one before.
Warning: This scenario is rated M for MATURE as it contains scenes of a sexual nature. Contains food play. You’ve been warned.
A/N: This scenario was written for the lovely @coppertopging as part of my 10k giveaway prizes ^^ I’m so sorry this took longer than expected my love, but I hope that you’ll enjoy this ;) Thank you for being the amazing person that you are and I love you a lot!
A/N: Ahhh yes, it’s finally done. It’s not nearly as good as the first (imo) because I wasn’t as motivated to write this one. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy! A huge thank you to admin Smutty for reviewing and editing my work!! (PCs to Vikttoria16)
Request: I love your writing! You’re so talented. Also can I request a Spider-Man where when they where young and peter had a crush on the reader, but they moved away, now they are back and like cute fluffy stuff? Please and thank you // by @littlesistersalvatore
A/N: I’m going to do a part 2(might even turn this into a series, I don’t really know, but I think this can be a nice start to something), so that’s why the ending is so open. Hope you enjoy nonetheless! I’m imagining Peter being 20-21, more or less, by the way!!
When Peter had been told by his aunt to introduce himself to the new neighbours, he had expected them to be an elderly couple. They had just moved into the house in front of his and his aunt had baked cookies for them, although she couldn’t introduce herself to them because she had to work and as she always said, ‘’cookies are supposed to be eaten when they have just been baked.’’ He didn’t know why he had expected them to be old -probably because everyone in his building was older than forty and the only person who was younger than that was a seven year old who hated him. Now Peter was standing in front of the door, a plate full of cookies in one of his hands and ready to knock with the other. He knocked softly, not really eager to meet the people whom he would have to see everyday from thereon. Peter imagined the many scenarios that could happen -they could be rude and tell him to leave, they could be mad that Peter was bothering them, or they could simply not open the door to a stranger. Just as Peter was about to leave, he heard footsteps walking around the apartment and tripping over things. ‘’I’m coming!’’ a voice yelled. Peter was surprised -the person sounded like a girl, probably his age. He started growing more nervous by that fact -if he was already a mess with old people, he was even more of a mess with girls his age. He didn’t know what to do -should he quickly turn around and leave the cookies at the doorstep, or should he man up and introduce himself properly? He didn’t have time to decide(although he would most likely have chosen the first option, and he knew that). The door finally opened and it revealed a young girl, her hair up in a pony tail and an old oversized t-shirt covering most of her body. ‘’Peter?’’ the girl asked, her eyes wide open. ‘’Oh my God, I can’t believe it’s you!’’ Peter didn’t understand at first -why did that girl know him and why did she look so familiar. It was then when he realized -she was the girl he had been madly in love with for most of his life and who had moved away the day after he had finally built up the courage to kiss her. ‘’[Y/N]?’’ he softly asked. The girl nodded and smiled, taking the cookies and putting them on an unpacked box, taking Peter’s hand as well and pulling him into the apartment. ‘’It’s been so long!’’ she exclaimed. ‘’Four years, right? Oh my God, this is so exciting. What are you doing with your life?’’ Peter didn’t know what to do. All the feelings he had took so long to bury four years ago had awoken and his heart was jumping in his chest. ‘’Uh, nothing exciting, I guess’’ he said. ‘’I can’t believe it’s you’’ she continued. ‘’I’ve missed you so much.’’ He laughed softly and looked at her, trying to decide his next move. She realized and walked to the kitchen, looking back at Peter for a moment. ‘’Do you want something to drink?’’ she asked him. ‘’I think we have lots to talk about.’’
Congrats on 1.5k!!! I'd love to request a fic inspired by "MY PARENTS WON’T GET OFF MY BACK ABOUT GETTING A SIGNIFICANT OTHER AND THEY’RE HAVING A GET-TOGETHER IN A FEW DAYS PLS PRETEND TO BE IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH ME. THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE FACT THAT I’M HEAD OVER HEELS FOR YOU BUT IT SURE IS A NICE BONUS" because that prompt is literally 👌🏽👌🏽 P.S. I reblogged your post to my sideblog Rxbxlcaptain since I thought my followers there would be more interested :)
ahhhh thank you, Kat! <3 tagging @rxbxlcaptain just to make sure you get your fic!
Jyn doesn’t bother looking up, attention firmly fixed on her laptop. “Wear whatever the fuck you want. Suit, no suit. Bathing suit. Fursuit, even.”
She looks up then, snorting ungracefully. “Is that a legitimate option?”
Cassian blows out a breath, picking out two shirts from his open closet. “It’s about to become one if you don’t help me.”
She sighs and sets aside her laptop on his bed, where she’s currently perched cross-legged. “Cassian, you’re already doing me the biggest favour by just turning up. You’re choosing to come with me to a party full of self-important old farts and nosey old cats just to get my parents off my back. Do you really think I care what you wear?”
“I think you should,” he mutters as he holds a plain white shirt up against his torso, peering at himself in the mirror fixed to the inside of his closet door. “What’s the point of going to all the trouble of arranging for a fake boyfriend if he’s just going to show up in board shorts and Crocs?”