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Abby Sciuto + S/O With the Same Taste in Music

Pairing: Abby Sciuto X Reader

Word Count: 196

Warnings: None

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A/N: having a hard time writing longer pieces at the moment so here’s some old headcanons in the meantime !

Abby’s beyond excited about the fact that you have the same taste in music. There’s nothing she loves more than sharing her interests with you, bonus points if you’re already drawn to that sort of thing.

She doesn’t so much as bat an eye if you’re into some heavier or more eccentric genres; the more deranged the better in her opinion.

There will most definitely be a collaborative playlist between the two of you, and sometimes you’ll even be able to surprise her with a new artist she didn’t know of.

It isn’t uncommon for you to be found down in the lab with Abby, heads bobbing to the music blaring from the speakers.

Most of your dates end up taking place at concerts and shows, more often than not the tickets being a surprise from one of you to the other. Both of you have many photo albums of all the shows you’ve been to.

If you actually happen to play an instrument, it doesn’t matter what it is, Abby wants to hear it even if its a damn kazoo. and is so down to hear any original music you’ve made and give a full musical review on every little detail.

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Abby Sciuto + Gamer S/O Headcanons

Pairing: Abby Sciuto X Reader

Word Count: 291

Warnings: None

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A/N: these are some very self indulgent hcs while i try to get back into the swing of things on here lmao,,can't wait to get things rolling again !

When she isn't buried knee-deep in her work, I HC Abby to be heavy into a mix of RPGs, MMOs, survival horror, and a select few FPS, along the lines of The Elder Scrolls, Resident Evil, WoW, Half Life, Halo, Devil May Cry, etc, and not really venture much outside of those genres.

She leans more into multiplayer rather than solo gaming,,but there's a few solo games she does enjoy immensely and could talk about for hours

If you both happen to play the same MMO, she is 100% the type to wanna reroll some new toons and quest together with complementing classes, and eventually the pair of you become unstoppable.

In that same vein, she would also totally pull McGee into a gaming session if you two needed some extra help with a quest.

However, if your taste in gaming turns out to be polar opposites, then a compromise has to be made if the two of you want to game together. The usual go-to is Minecraft; Abby takes care of the exploring and caving side of things while you take charge of building a house for the two of you.

You also end up introducing her to some games that she'd never think to pick up by herself. She's very partial to games with a cute art style.

She can get very competitive if you two are ever pitted against each other in a game and will very rarely, if ever, go easy on you, even if the game in question isn't actually that competition focused.

Date night gaming sessions are a common occurrence when she isn't tucked away down in the lab; ambient lighting, low music playing in the background, and a plethora of snacks while you both game the night away.

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scrolling back thru this blog is fuckin crazy bc you can literally see not only the full unbridled tism of my 15 y/o self but also pinpoint the exact period of time in which i realised i was in fact into women after swearing up and down that i was straight

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me in planning stages of writing: this fucks. this is gonna be so fun.

me the minute i sit down to write: language is an unwieldy cudgel we use to beat the human experience to death in an attempt at ever communicating fully with another being. i wish intelligent life had never evolved. i want to go back to the cell stage like in spore

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Sketches

Summary: Reader is Abby's lab assistant and sketches her sometimes, unbeknownst to Abby, who Reader is crushing hard on.

Pairing: Abby Sciuto X Reader

Word Count: 590

Warnings: None

A/N: kicking off the ol’ blog’s revival with my first abby fic! still a little rusty after not writing for a while but i’ve got some more content in the works and hope to get something of a posting schedule worked out sometime soon!

The lab was a flurry of light and sound, the clacking of a keyboard barely heard over the blaring music. You perched at a free table, notebook open in front of you, taking advantage of the brief lull in your workday as Abby typed rapidly, eyes fixed on her computer screen. 

You turned your attention back to the notebook, pencil tapping gently against the tabletop as you looked over the rough sketch on the page. Your impromptu reference was still typing furiously as you began smoothing out some of the sharper lines. The sketch had captured Abby in the midst of her work, hands poised in place on the keyboard, eyes carrying the same sharp focus as they usually did when she was buried in her work.

You erased a few stray lines, brushing the page clean of eraser rubbings. Similar drawings filled the rest of the page, most hasty sketches taken down during moments of respite in the lab, but all of them illustrated Abby in some motion of work. 

Unbeknownst to the forensic scientist, she had been the main source of your artistic inspiration over the past few months you'd been working together. She hadn't noticed your frequent sketching, and you hadn't had the nerve to make her aware of it, terrified of ruining the rapport that had quickly built up between the two of you. That, and the fact that you liked her a little more than a colleague probably should.

The pencil glided across the paper, the details becoming clearer with each stroke. You were so utterly absorbed in the process that you didn’t register the absence of typing, or the fact that Abby was no longer in front of her computer screen.    

“Is that a drawing of me?”

You scrambled desperately to cover the page from view, cheeks burning with embarrassment as Abby peered over your shoulder. “No! Not that I wouldn’t draw you, I mean, I would but not like-”

“Relax, Y/N,” Abby grinned, chuckling a bit. “Whoever it is or isn’t, you’re a good artist. Like crazy good."

“Thanks,” you laughed nervously, staring down at the table and mentally kicking yourself for your momentary obliviousness. “Art school was my backup plan if this,” you gestured vaguely to the lab around you, “didn’t work out.”

She leaned against the tabletop beside you, arms folded loosely. "Well, for what it's worth, I'm glad you ended up here instead."

"Really?" You smiled shyly, fiddling with the pencil still in your hand.

"Totally! I've never really clicked with an assistant before like you, Y/N."

Another wave of warmth assailed your cheeks. "I'm glad I ended up here too, Abbs. God knows I wouldn't have met anyone quite like you at art school."

"Y’know, I wouldn't mind taking a peek at the rest of your art sometime, if you wanna share,” she said, smiling hopefully.

“Of course, yeah,” you replied, finally raising your eyes to hers. “If you promise not to try and hang any of it up in the lab, that is.”

The two of you shared a look, grinning at each other. Her gaze sent your mind pinwheeling, a strange burst of confidence taking over, and you opened your mouth to speak; to ask her out, to tell her how you felt, to tell her-

A loud beep sounded, and Abby tore her eyes away toward the source. 

“Results are in?” you asked almost disappointedly, confidence dissipating as fast as it had come.

“Most definitely.” Abby hurried around to the computer, fingers flying across the keys as she studied the screen. “Looks like we’ve got our guy.”

“Call Gibbs?”

“You know it.”

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this has been a long time coming but i'm finally returning to this blog lmao. due to the fact that it hasn't been active since 2019ish (and more than likely contains quite a bit of cringe) i'll be cleaning up a bit before i begin posting fics again!

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yall is it canon that pride speaks french???

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Wishful Thinking

Summary: Palm reading. Dank basements. And a very skeptical Sebastian Lund.

Words: 4,164

Warnings: None

Tags: @stanathanxoox @pageofultron @starryrevelations @thebeckyjolene @diaryofafan17 @specialagentlokitty

Notes: highkey inspired by that one “avatar the last airbender” episode bc im trashy like that

Sebastian had successfully buried himself in his work. It was a difficult feat, with all the distractions around the office. For a while, he wondered if he’d actually be able to get anything done tonight. You’d think the peace and quiet would lend itself as the ideal working environment, but evidently not.

Because you started laughing again. Echoed and distant in the kitchen, but still loud enough to cut through Sebastian’s focus and pull his head up to look over.

He exhales slowly, eyebrows pulling together as he wonders - not for the first time tonight - what the hell that little old lady was saying to make you laugh so much. Madame Theresa was a fortune teller, not a comedian. She read palms and dealt tarot cards all day - and yet, you were laughing like old friends.

Sebastian’s never been one to believe in fortune tellers. They’re a diamond dozen in New Orleans, and if you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all. It was just a stroke of bad luck that Madame Theresa happened to be the sole witness in their case. The only person who saw the attack on the dead Lieutenant she had just scammed- no, told his fortune for a fee.

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me too, anon, me too 😔✊

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nola as vines

i'm so fucking sorry for this lmao

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everytime i see tammy gregorio i'm reminded just how gay i am

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okay hobbs and shaw was legit super good. i know ive always been a fast and the furious stan but this was one of the best in the franchise. non white villain? check. people of colour kicking ass? check. non-exploitation and, in fact, celebration of traditional polynesian/samoan culture? check. non sexualised and non ingenue-ish and/or helpless female characters? check. shading the shite out of game of thrones? check. sexy hispanic woman with a literal girl gang? check. please watch it asap

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stress baking

Word Count: 337

Pairing: Dwayne Pride X Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: henlo, here’s a lil drabble for y’all. i promise i’ll try and write something other than short fluff soon lmao.

Flour covered the kitchen counters, lightly dusting the various baking tins strewn across every available surface of the kitchen, some holding batter, freshly baked goods, or waiting to be used, and in the midst of it all, up to the elbows in dough and cake mix, was you.

Dough balanced in one hand, you yanked open the oven, and grabbed the tin inside, shoving it onto the counter before kicking the oven shut again, wincing slightly at the noise. You turned back to the counter, silently hoping that the small bang hadn't been that audible from the bedroom, and plopped the dough back into a small mountain of flour, wiping your hands on a towel. Your eyes itched with tiredness, reminding you just how much you'd rather be in bed, even though you knew that sleep wouldn't come easily, if at all. Turning, your face dropped when you spotted Dwayne in the doorway of the kitchen, dishevelled from sleep.

"A little late to be baking, darlin'." He checked the clock. "Or should I say early."

"I'm sorry," you replied softly, grip tightening slightly as you twisted the towel idly in your hands.

"No need to apologise, sweetheart," Dwayne replied, stepping in and easing the towel out of your hands. "Now, why don't you tell me what's bothering ya?"

You sank slightly against the counter, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand. "I don't know, Dwayne. Just every once in a while I get a little worked up and need to work it out." You gestured to the mess of half-baked goods dotting the kitchen, mouth quirking up slightly at the sight of it all. "And this is the result."

There was quiet for a moment, and as you began to search for something to say, in an attempt to brush the situation off, Dwayne had thrown the towel over his shoulder and picked up a bowl. "Well, I'm happy to help, sweetheart, and if you need to talk, I'm here. Now let's get to work."

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Sebastian Stan | BTS | Captain America: The Winter Soldier

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