I got the honor to participate in @jojofanzine (which is an awesome project btw thanks for having me!) a while back so I drew as many best girls as possible from Jojo which is hard bc all the girls are best girls.
“I work at a department store and if you take out and unfold a shirt and then leave it one more time I’m going to stuff it down your throat” AU for jimon!
simon didn’t make it his business to hate any of the customers who came into the store where he happened to work – unless they shoplifted, or something, but even then that was above his pay grade – but there was one customer who absolutely grated on his fragile college student nerves. he was handsome with a gaze that could burn through steel beams, but apparently his mother had never taught him how to fucking fold a shirt back after unfolding it to look at it.
now, simon was aware that a pretty huge chunk of humanity was guilty of this. in fact, he’d done it more than a few times himself before he actually started working retail and realized the awful error of his ways. but what made this customer worse than all of his other customers was he’d take the now messy shirts and just fucking– toss them somewhere else where they didn’t even belong.
the next time simon caught him he wasn’t sure that his manager would be able to hold him back from shoving the offending fabric so far down the customer’s throat that he had no hope of extracting it himself. that next time happened to be right before simon’s lunch break where his nerves were at their worst after being hangry and sneaking moments of study on his phones.
the infuriatingly handsome customer absently dropped a shirt right on top of the display simon was straightening up. as he started to fume, captain america’s demonic brother wandered over to another display and fussed around with those shirts. simon snapped the shirt open and blinked when a slip of paper fell out of it onto the shelf. …huh.
get lunch with me? – jace
simon turned his head to the stranger – jace – and considered him with a flush on his cheeks. “sure.” despite the grin growing on jace’s lips, simon still wanted to shove the t-shirt down his throat. “now come over here so i can show you how to fold a damn shirt.”
I look around at the boxes stacked in the living room and kitchen of my new apartment. I just got finished with the bedroom and I’ve finished most of the living room, pulling out photos of me and Penny to put on my nightstand and unpacking some sheets for tonight. Penny helped me move the couch up and into place but she had to go meet Micah at the airport a couple of hours ago. I glance at my phone and decide to be done for the night, well morning I guess. It’s three a.m.
I tiredly shrug off my t-shirt and jeans and head into my new bathroom. I dig around in a few boxes before pulling out shampoo and soap and moving to turn on the shower.
It’s then that I see it. Big and black, skulking at the bottom of the tub. All eight eyes staring evilly at me. I let out an embarrassingly loud shriek of fear and scramble out of the bathroom. I fucking hate spiders. They have eight legs which is far too many. No one needs so many legs and the way they crawl sends shivers up my spine. I make it out of my apartment and slam the door behind me, breathing heavily. I cannot go back in there until that spider is dead and gone. But I left my phone inside so I can’t call Penny for backup. It’s either spend the night out here or find someone to kill that monster so I can take my shower and get some sleep.
I glance up at the door across the hall. This isn’t exactly how I planned to meet my new neighbor, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and I need help. I push myself up off my door and walk across the hall, raising my hand to knock.
– Baz –
I wake up to loud bangs on my door and glance at my phone. Who the fuck is at my door at 3 in the fucking morning. I yawn and sit up, tiredly pulling on some pants. I comb my fingers through my hair and open my door.
A cute boy who I don’t recognize is standing in front of me. Practically naked. He’s wearing nothing but boxer briefs, which are cupcake print. His curly bronze hair is a mess, sticking up from his head in all directions and his eyes are wide. He has moles freckling his cheeks.
I pull my eyes back up to his face because Aleister fucking Crowley I don’t even know this guy’s name.
“Oh thank Merlin!” he says. “I just moved in and I’m sorry to wake you up like this but there is a spider in my bathtub but I need to shower and I’m really fucking terrified of spiders but I can’t call Penny and—” I can’t focus because I’m barely awake and this hot adorable boy is standing in front of me begging me to go back to his apartment and I need to stop thinking about this.
If this were anyone else I would just slam the door in their face, but I feel bad for the poor boy so I sigh and walk forward, shutting my door behind me. He turns and I follow him across the hall and into his apartment, trying not to stare at his ass.
His apartment is sparse. I can tell he’s just moved. Boxes are stacked everywhere and the only other thing in the living room is a couch. He heads through his bedroom (also pretty bare except a mattress with sheets on the floor and some pictures of him and a girl with purple cat-eye glasses) and into the bathroom. He turns to face me and points at the tub where I see I tiny spider.
I try not to laugh but can’t keep the small smirk off my face as I see what he is so terrified of.
“Hey,” he says, trying to act more upset than he actually is. “Don’t judge me. They’re creepy as fuck.”
I shrug, still smiling. “Do you have tissues?”
“I think so.” He says and turns, digging through a box before triumphantly pulling some out.
I grab one and squish the spider neatly, balling up the tissue and handing it to him. He takes it carefully, holding it by two fingers as if the spider will suddenly come back to life and crawl out.
He takes it to the kitchen and tosses it in the trash. I follow behind him and stop in his living room, leaning against the back of his couch.
“Baz,” I supply.
“and you are?”
“oh, Simon! I’m Simon.” He smiles at me and Crowley his smile lights up his entire face.
I stare until I realize I’ve been staring and shake myself out of it.
“I should…” I gesture towards the door.
“Yeah. Right. Of course.” He says, following me to the door.
“Thanks again.” He says as I leave.
I turn and smile at him. “Anytime. See you around, Simon.”
I head back into my apartment and toss and turn trying to get a freckled chest and sunny smile out of my head, finally falling asleep.
– Simon –
After the hot boy next door leaves I shower and try to get some sleep. I’m up again at six a.m. and can’t get his deep red gold skin and dark flowy hair out of my head. I get up off my bed and walk across the hall, not sure what I’m even going to say.
He opens the door almost immediately, this time wearing a shirt and jeans (and Merlin do they look good on him). He smirks at me and leans against the door frame.
“Simon.” He says, his steel eyes burning into me. “Long time no see.”
“I figured I should thank you for coming to my rescue last night. I mean, it was at an ungodly hour and you still decided to help a stranger in only his underwear kill a spider.” I say. I take a breath.
“What I mean to say, is: want to go get coffee with me?”
He smiles at that and pushes himself off the door frame, hands tucked into his pockets.
So I remembered that my name is FANFICdiddlydoo so here are some good fanfics to read
Returning to my roots. Most of these are one’s I’ve read so far (there are TONS more to read so if you know more plz let me know!). Need to look into more. I’m interested in ALL characters so if you know a good one, link me!
A/N I have never been in a fire, so if this is shit. i’m sorry, i can only imagine.
kept closing. You had been up since 4 am, then worked the whole day at the
centre of the institute. The monitor had constantly turned off the whole day, no
explanation. You couldn’t find the error. It was now 2 am, and you still
couldn’t find the error. You worked on the error the last 8 hours, you were the
only one, who knew so much about computers, so you always got the jobs, if something
was wrong with monitor, therefor you were the only one, who hadn’t slept yet.
The cold room and all the serious talks filled in plenary discussion– not to mention the typing sound and dancing pens on papers. Sometimes the sounds of sigh and heat of debate filling the empty space. Your senior executive assistant was explaining the next projects from others divisions while kept switching the slides on the board. It was just usual agenda for secretariat division at the beginning of the months and your duty as executive assistant to your president was to match the schedule, note and report the meeting to him.
Can i get a scenario where Ruki whips his s/o because she burned his books?
Word Count: 1598
Characters: Mukami Ruki & reader
[ Because of the nature of this franchise, there will be many triggering content. Please be aware of such thing when reading so, and if you’re sensitive to these materials then I would ask you to quietly leave the post or blacklist it. There are heavy contents of; blood, sexual harassment, heavy abuse, foul language and more. I do not condone of abuse of harassment, but this is simply fiction please know that. ]
Snatched forwards, his nails plunged to your neck, and his arm yanked you up from your trembled feet, the vampire did not hesitate with any hitched breath. Never did pity paint across his steel eyes nor did the ounce of self control that held himself together splatter across the gritted teeth roared over your body. He became the thundered storm blown across the night sky as his fangs struck out in lightning towards your small body. Every burned up word spat across your face, the venom dripped between his slithered hiss lashed across the wounds crawled and nailed down on your form. The monster that shackled itself inside of him clawed out from its cage and grasped over the self control snapped between his finger tips as the similar flames flared like wildfire up in his eyes.
A simple prank it may have been whisked up in your mind to get his attention, but it was fatal and you could see it in his eyes. The image that burned up into ashes in front of his steel hues, to your torn up body ragged into a mess of torn pieces shattered on the floor. No matter the gulps of air your lungs desperately sought out for, or your nails crawled over at his tightened fingers curled around your neck, every attempt became as pathetic as the first. Even a kick or a punch did nothing in your favour, as he tightened up his grasp and pulled you back towards his face.
Ruki’s chin lifted as the corners of his lips curved towards a grim bared within his eyes. “You wished for my attention that badly, Livestock, that you went out your way to burnmy books. Heh… You should be praying to that fake God of yours to get yourself out alive after this, as the attention you want won’t be the attention you shall get.” Words groaned past his gritted teeth, whilst the screeched sounds inched across your skin and pricked to the buzzed up nerves yelled mercy through your eyes. “After I’m done with you, you’ll be begging to be killed of.”
Peter hale love hate imagine. Where the reader loves him but he hates her an and he says something stupid makes her cry and gets Derek mad because she is part of the pack. An then peter runs after you in the middle of the night and a fight starts. and the end so should be with a lot of drama and tears but always much love!!
They were just fighting, trying to get closer and closer to each other. Her bladed knuckles swiping dangerously close to his jaw line.
The older wolf jumped back, taking her wrist in his clawed hand. He pulled her into him, twisting her left arm behind her back, letting it lie just over the bottom of her spine. She winced at the pain, trying to wiggle from his tight hold. Peter only held on tighter, gripping her body to immobilize her. (Y/N) could feel every hill and curve of his torso slide against her front, the heat of his skin burning through the layers of her clothes. She prayed to whatever god was up there that she wouldn’t slip up. She couldn’t have him know how much she craved the feel of his strong body sliding up against hers. The close proximity was beginning to itch her skin, making her less than focused on kicking his ass.
Be careful of that girl,
her eyes are too blue
a fire that burns
hotter than steel meeting stone.
She looks to Troy
and knows what she wants,
she’ll scorch more than one
great city to the ground
and when she turns your heaven
to ashes too,
she will expect nothing less
than a thank you.
❝ I know you two are all action but if we ever want to get this money we’re gonna have to sit down and think it through. ❞ Kai always had been the voice of reason when it came to Eris and Jace
Kai honestly didn’t even know how he became apart of all this. He was the guy that liked to hit two sticks on a drum and happened to be a slight computer nerd. Now here he was with a girl that could easily knock him out and a guy that he was pretty sure had the mental stability of a jellybean.
Jace immediately rolled his eyes at the male who sat behind his computer as always. Jace had been on the run for years, there were times he believed he didn’t need Kai’s help even if he was more valuable than Jace would ever admit. He was a big reason they all got away with so much. Not that Eris and Jace weren’t extremely smart, Kai just had a… Kinder way of looking at things and sometimes that was needed. ❝
Or you can stay here and Eris and I will break the necks needed to get the money and get out of this dumpy motel. ❞