#also the interview was so nice <333

[buckysbarnes]

JOE KEERY | The Zane Lowe Show (March 2024)

[ssahotchnerr]

jealous!Aaron would be super interesting in a situation where the reader has a meeting with an agent that has vibes similar to him and Kate Joyner (Whoever the reader meets kinda resembles and ex or maybe even Aaron himself and they're oddly friendly 🤭)

the one

OMG cw; bau!reader, jealous!aaron, aaron's petty (and a bit insecure), established relationship (and a healthy one at that <333), vague allusions to sex, fluff wc; 1.8k

"your team will be stationed here." the chief of police led you, aaron and jj into one of the conference rooms, complete with a large table, vast seating and numerous bulletin boards. "our head detective will be in to assist you shortly."

"thank you." once he had exited, aaron exhaled a breath - more so a let's get this show on the road, "alright, let's get settled."

jj began unpacking the evidence from the boxes collected so far, as aaron and yourself hung up photos; crime scene as well as images of the victims so far.

as promised, the door soon opened, allowing the noise of the precinct to drift in. it ended as abruptly as it had started, the door clicking shut.

"mornin', i'm detective parker." you heard from behind you, the name and voice strangely familiar, causing you to slow. "it's real nice of y'all to come all this way to help us out."

jj introduced herself, and then aaron, but no introduction was needed on your end; you turned and your eyes connected with the voice, both of you recognizing each other instantly.

"no way!" you grinned, moving forward and bypassing a handshake for a hug. he reciprocated your energy, exclaiming your name as he embraced you just as tightly.

aaron immediately stiffened, and jj was equally taken aback, studying the man. the first noticeable thing, the resemblance. the dark hair, dark eyes, tall frame...

while aaron began to seethe, and jj took the initiative to vocalize what they both were wondering - she had also noted the vein beginning to bulge in his neck. "the two of you know each other?"

"we worked together back in the tuscon field office." you explained, turning back to parker with a smile. "that was what, three, four years ago?"

"has it been? doesn't feel like it." he released a hearty laugh. "look at you, you haven't changed a bit. you look good, and i mean real good."

a swarm of jealous heat filled aaron's body, and only grew as you and parker began chattering away like lifelong best friends.

eager to draw it to a close, he cleared his throat, loudly. it regained both your attention, and cut your small reunion short.

"huh, a bau profiler," parker said as he sobered down, his smile lingering as he gazed at you. "who would've thought."

jj inserted herself into the conversation again, intrigued yet perplexed. "so the two of you were close, then."

aaron refrained - with a large amount of effort - from physically rolling his eyes. clearly. he opened a file, solely to maintain his composure.

"oh, absolutely," parker answered for the both of you, while also throwing an arm around your shoulder. "there was one time we-"

"fascinating." aaron deadpanned as he interrupted, closing the file in hand, rather aggressively as it produced a quaint slap. his eyes rose and studied the agent's arm placement for a few, obvious seconds, his lips drawing into a tight line before continuing. "need i remind you we currently have three victims and a killer who is unraveling as we speak. it's in our best interest to work diligently and remain focused."

parker nodded, his cheeks producing a faint blush at the injunction.

"the recent victim's family still requires an interview. you can start there."

"the two of us can go," parker said, gesturing to yourself, "it's quite a drive away, could give us the opportunity to catch up."

"that won't be necessary, jj can accompany you." aaron stated firmly, not even looking at him, nose buried in his file again.

an amused yet disdained expression formed on jj's face, nodding slowly in confirmation. "that i can."

parker opened his mouth, probably to protest, but aaron had already turned his back. he surrendered and headed out, jj following.

"aaron." you transferred your weight onto your hand as you leaned on the edge of the table, raising an eyebrow.

"what?" he looked at you. despite his query, his eyes were a telltale - he knew what he was doing.

you arched your eyebrow more, giving him a look.

he sighed, shutting the file. "i didn't like the way he was looking at you."

"he wasn't-"

aaron gave you a pointed look this time, prompting your words to trail off. he tore his eyes away from you again, allowing his next inquiry to exit his mouth more easily, "so, were the two of you...?"

"oh, no." you began to shake your head, but halfway, you hesitated. "well... almost."

his lips fell into an uneasy line, a pained expression painted on his face as his gaze shot back to yours. "almost?"

"we went on a few dates, kissed and..." you released a breath, choosing to keep the summary short, but the brooding envy in aaron's eyes deepened. "but nothing ever came from it. we were better off as friends."

after a moment though, you added, on the quieter side, "and besides, i transferred before anything really solidified."

the lines in aaron's face only grew, biting down briefly on his bottom lip.

"but it's in the past." you quickly reassured, bringing your hands to his cheeks for a moment to relieve the tension. "i won't deny that we were close, but you know how partnerships work. i depended on him, him on me, and the majority of our time was spent together. it caused a lot of emotions, all of which, are gone. i haven't even spoken to him since, seriously."

aaron wanted to counter, does parker know that? but from the earnest expression on your face, and loving look in your eyes, he withheld from doing so.

the bitterness on his face still didn't falter, but "okay. that's fine."

you still weren't convinced. "are you sure?"

"yeah. you're allowed to have a history, but that doesn't mean i need to be optimistic about working with him." he said as he exhaled a breath. he meant it, fully secure and confident in your relationship. he simply detested the idea of another yearning for you, especially one you had a past with, and one who looked quite like him - a potential competitive force.

you were his.

"of course," you nodded, with full understanding. "if the roles were reversed, i know i'd feel the same."

"and as long as he doesn't try anything..."

you laughed, your fingers playing with and then smoothing out the lapels of his suit jacket - positioning them in perfect place just as they belonged. "he won't. trust me, he's not like that."

aaron nodded, his eyes softening as he gazed down at you. if it weren't for the current setting, he would've brought his lips to yours.

"i have you." you offered him a loving, genuine smile, the affirmation to his just-previous thought calming his heart rate further. "i have everything i could ever want."

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despite aaron being a bit (very) high-strung, and keeping a close eye on parker, he kept his word - he remained civil. naturally, he still was passive aggressive, short, and didn't dare smile while interacting with him.

the team noticed the 'chemistry' too. you knew they were whispering about it; they had gazed questionably between the two of you upon their arrival at the precinct, and through the substance of the case - the naturalness, the easy meshing, bouncing ideas off each other. but you had worked with parker for years - you knew how he worked, and likewise. it was like riding a bike, old habits resurfacing.

they also noticed the familiar characteristics to aaron (morgan of course teased you about it, you simply waved him off). and even penelope all the way back home asked about it, "so this guy, what's the story there?"

but despite the at-times, annoying attention - the case proceeded and resolved easily. within a few days, it was time to return home.

as the team settled other matters - exit reports, paperwork, etc. - you found yourself with parker, packing up and clearing out the conference room.

the two of you were alone for the first time all week, and you could sense it in the silence - a pending question. it was a matter of time before it was brought to focus.

"what do you think would've happened, if we would've given it a shot?"

you froze, facing him. "what?"

"you and i." his eyes searched yours, creating a sense of deja-vu. it was familiar, having spent so much time with him and once it had sent shivers throughout your body. but as strong as they seemingly once were - it wasn't like with aaron. it didn't leave you feeling lightheaded and giddy and as if you could simply burst at the seams.

when you remained silent, he continued.

"we were good together." he stated, insistently. "you can't deny it. good partners, a great team."

"yeah... we were," you agreed, fiddling with some papers as you thought. "but in the field. romantically, no. we couldn't see eye to eye on anything non-work related, don't you remember how much we bickered?"

"that was good for one thing, at least."

you ignored that, firm and conclusive in your answer. "we wouldn't have lasted."

"and he's in the picture now." he chuckled as he crossed his arms, a tinge of irritation present.

"yeah, he is." you hardened your voice - he knew it as your tell to quit it. "like i told you the night before i left. i couldn't stay. there was more for me out there. and after joining the bau, i now know it was in more ways than one. i love the work, although it's tremendously difficult and gruesome at times. i love the family it's given me. and most importantly, i love aaron."

parker nodded silently, rather disappointedly, but understanding nonetheless.

"i love him. he's the one, i'm positively certain he is."

he sighed as shoulders dropped, his words melancholy but supportive. "well, he's good for you. if anything about him being attached to your hip, or giving me the subtle death glare constantly the past few days, has something to say for it."

you laughed gently. "profiling the profilers?"

"oh c'mon, the way he looks at you? anyone can tell."

-

on the jet, you weaved down the aisle, past the team finding their seats, getting comfortable for the ride home. when you reached aaron, you wrapped your arms around his middle.

aaron's lips tipped upwards in a smile, his arms mirroring yours. "what's this for?"

you only tightened your grip, mumbling into his chest. he could hear your smile in your voice. "just 'cause you're mine."

[valscodblog]

Office Workers John Price x Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS, BE GONE OR BE BLOCKED! I will be checking the blogs who like this post. THIS IS VERY MDNI! I REPEAT MDNI! Why, you ask? Drinking, smoking, cheater!Simon, Bully!Gaz, Lapdog!Soap, and CEO!Price, SMUT SMUT SMUTTY SMUT!, cheating (Obvi-Simon), vulgar language, and adult jokes. It legit starts off with you fucking Simon. MINORS BE GONE FOR THIS ONE BRO. Cannot stress it enough. Also, GHOAP!

SUMMONING!!!!: @seconds-over-first @thebunnednun @writing-with-moss @skauni @needa-sum-luvn @m-1-l-0 @staytrueblue and @karlachismylife <333

and Yes. I gave Soap his '09 scar. IT LOOKED SO HOT OKAY? WHAT AM I TO DO? IM JUST A GIRL!!!

"Si-Simon, fuck!" you gasped, your mouth wide open. Simon laughed silently as he looked up at you, he tilited the driver's seat back via the hande bar on the side of the seat, near the base, and smiled up at you. But his smile wasn't at all nice-no no. It was mean and ignorant. He knew what kind of trouble you two would get into, he didn't mind getting into to trouble himself, he always smooth talked himself out of it, but you on the other hand...you never liked trouble. Not unless it was fun trouble. Which, when Price found out about you and Simon, it wouldn't be. And knowing Price, he'd find out. "Can't-Fuck-Can't wait ter see yer pretty arse in trouble!" Simon gloated, for some reason-he always liked seeing other's below him in some sort of trouble. He didn't know why but he just did.

That's was how your night went last night. Crazy-first day on the job and you ended up fucking your manager. Wow. Good job, Me, you scolded yourself, as you sorted through papers on your cubicle's desk. Your neighbor stood up and man was he tall. Simon had called him the Boss' lapdog-he didn't look it...What with the scar in his eye and all 'round rough appearance.

"Aye, Bonnie! 'Ow was the date?" He asked, in his heavy Scottish drawl. You smiled and said, "It was rather nice, truth be told...Simon's a bit brash, but he's pretty good with woman, surprisingly." He smiled and said, "You call the ol' Ghost, Simon, now, aye?" he teased, walking over to you. You nodded and said, "He told me to." he gave you a low whistle and smirked. "But be lucky, Bonnie. The only one allowed ter call 'em that is Me-his Husband."

And that warm smile disappeared. You looked him dead in the eyes and asked, "What?" stupidly. He looked down at you, his lips pressed into a thin white line. "Sure, it's not the first time he's cheated...but it is the first with a Woman...makes me question some things..." he gurmbled as he stared down at you, you, being you, stayed sat in your chair and gulped. "If it makes it better-he told me-"

"That i wuz single. Aye, Love. 'Ello, Y/n," Simon said walking over, her pressed a kiss to his supposed husband's forehead, and you swear you could see tears in your work-partner's eyes. "Wuz jus' sum fun, Soap. 'S all, Baby." "Just some fun? Really, Simon?" Soap, you guessed his nickname was, said through his teeth, you gulped again. "You cheated on may-with a fuckin' rookie! And a Girl nonetheless, ye bastard!"

You stood up and said, "Look, I'm so sorry, Sir. If I had known that-" "Naw, I don't blame ye, Bonnie! I blame tha' ol' Bastard right there." and he jerked his thumb in the direction of Simon. You sighed and then Gaz, the old asstant of the CEO's came out of his room and said, "The boss wants to see you, Y/n. I dunno why, so don't ask."

You swear you and everyone around you could hear your heart drop. You walked over to your CEO's office-the only time you ever saw him was when you were being interviewed by Laswell. He had walked in to ask her something, forgetting that she had you on the schedule. You knocked on the door and it opened so you poked your head in.

"Sir-you called?"

"I did. Come in, Y/n."

"Yes, Sir."

if only you knew how much you affected him. He only ever saw you one time-but fuck you were...captivating. He tensed slightly and then said, "Call me, John." to which you nodded. "Of course...John." Huh...sounded pretty coming from your mouth...wonder what else would.

"So...your new, you don't know much of well...anything, Love, so I'll give you the run down."

you gulped, "If i may ask before we start sir, what did i do wrong?" "Oh its not what you did wrong! It's what one of my...lowers did wrong, more so." "Oh..." "But you too are...semi at fault here-you entertained a certain...thought. Even acted upon it with a certain, Simon Riley?" you quirked a brow up. "Yeah...i went a date-" "Well let me tell you-you missed work with the excuse that you were sick...lying to me isn't a good idea, swee'eart." you gulped. "Uhm...I uhh, didn't call off, Sir-" "Oh really? I hope you know we, for legal reasons, record every phone call we get at this company, Y/n."

you were in huge trouble...You knew it. John looked up at you from where he was sitting and said, "I don't approve of Simon's ungodly habits. Never have-never will. But you, poor you, really...you didn't know he was married. Went to the wedding m'self. Wasn't big but it was nice," he listed off to you, you nodded. "Sit down, sit down! So sorry i havn't asked you before where are my manners?" He joked as he held his hand out to an empty seat across from him. "You aren't being horribly punished-but you will be punished just ever so slightly, Birdie." You nodded.

You deserved to be. You had helped Simon cheat on Soap. His name tag said, "John" you just now recalled. So, two John's at this office, huh? Wow....pay checks must get mixed up. "Are you listening, Y/n?" "Yes, Sir." "Good. So, you will be under strict supervision now, for about three to four weeks. I'll give you Kyle's old office. He's moved up in the chain now, don't worry. He's just a rank above you....same as John, truth be told." You nodded, "Right...so you'll move me into his old office?" "Yeah, that's right. That alright with you, Love?"

You nodded as butterflies flew into your stomach. You always had liked British nicknames. They gave you a sense of comfort-and turned you on a good amount too...but what you forgot is that the English are very smart too. Very observant, very attentive...John, even more so. He could see the gears in your head turning and then getting stuck up on that nickname, and every other one he called you. He could basically Hear the rate of your heart, and the fact you were blushing only confirmed his theory.

"Good to know you approve, My Dear."

and oh lord, your reaction was priceless. Red face, struggling o keep composure...poor thing. One single little nickname sent all of your hormones rushing to your cunt as if it hadn't been fucked the night before.

[ilovecliffjumpers]

{{Rachel zegler x Fem!reader}}

{{Warnings}}: None just fluff :).

{{Summary}}: You feel ugly in your dress but your girlfriend reassures you that your gorgeous.:)

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You were at a premiere getting interviewed. You weren't really confident about the dress you were wearing. It was super tight and you just felt ugly.

"So how do you think your cast mates feel about you?" The interviewer asked.

"I'm really nice. They love me." You say, acting like you didn't hit them(playfully of course) or tease them a lot.

"Oh really?" The interviewer asked.

"Yup."

Suddenly you felt a pair of arms wrap around you waist from behind you. "She's lying."

You jump. "Oh my god- jesus Rachel!" You say making her and the interviewer laugh. "Also, I am not lying she's the one lying, I'm so nice." You say with a innocent smile making her laugh again.

"Sure." She teases and moves so she's beside you.

You glare at her playfully.

"You both look so nice tonight!" The interviewer says making Rachel smile. "I mean look at Y/n she's like literally glowing." The interviewer says.

You snort. "That was funny, thank you. This dress is so tight and I look like a dying rat." You say. "And its itchy."

The interviewer laughs. Rachel looks you up and down, not even trying to hide her checking you out. "Yes that dress looks extremely itchy. But you look so gorgeous." She says making you blush.

"Yeah.. Whatever." You mumble.

"I'm serious. Your so gorgeous." She says as she smiles at you.

The Interviewer smiles at the interaction. "So everyone's been asking when your next movie will be together. So when will it be?" She asks.

"Well... I shouldn't say anything. Ill probably end up spoiling something and losing my job." You say and then turn to Rachel. "You can handle this question." You say with a innocent smile. Then you kiss her cheek, walking away soon after making her jaw drop.

She turns back to the interviewer. "See? She is so mean." She says with a teasing smile. "Ill be right back." She then walks after you.

You walk to one you friends. Avery. She was talking to one of the interviewers. As you walk there your girlfriend pops out of nowhere again. "Hi gorgeous." She says with a sweet smile.

"Hi," you peck her lips. "Also your the gorgeous one here."

She smiles at your pretty smile. "Mhm. Sure. Your literally so perfect, I mean your smile is just so alluring. " She whispers into your ear making you blush. "I mean if I'm being honest.. Everything is alluring about you." She says softly with a soft smile.

You roll your eyes with a smile and you kiss her cheek. She smiles at you. You get to Avery and she smiles widely at you.

"Oh my god. Hi guysss." She says then turns to the interviewer. "If I'm being honest these two carried the movie." She praises you and your girlfriend.

"Mostly y/n" Rachel says, looking at you while waiting for your reaction.

"And you."

"Nah just you."

You roll yours eyes with a smile making her grin.

The day continues and soon your leaving to go back to your apartment with Rachel. She walk to you car with her and you can't help but notice she's staring at you. Way more than usual. Soon you've had enough.

"Is there something wrong?" You ask as you turn to her.

"Nope."

"Then why are you staring at me? Not that I don't mind its just your staring way more than usual." You mumble.

"Just admiring my pretty girlfriend." She says.

You can't help so but smile.

"Okay come on Rachel" you get in the passengers seat. She gets in the drivers seat.

"Yes ma'am." She teases making you roll your eyes.

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"Hey n/n."

"Hm?"

"I love you."

You smile.

"I love you too."

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[pleaseeeimjustagirl]

🎀30 Day Glow Up Challenge 🎀 - day one

♡ Mindset : I’ve been reading “The Power Of One More” and honestly it is a life changing book I definitely recommend. The author did a interview with Jay Shetty and he immediately got me I found his book the same day lol. In the first chapter he speaks about how you have to let go of your past identity to get to who you truly want to be no amount of skills you learn and book you read will help if you don’t change your identity. In this 30 day glow up challenge I am working on the things I want to change to get closer to my higher self. I haven’t journaled in a long time and today I picked up my journal and journaled 3 things I’m grateful for. I forgot to say my affirmations sadly<333

♡ Health : I didn’t get to meal prep so I went to key foods and picked up lunch I kept it on track with my meal . Im so dedicated to getting to my best self before summer I want this body to be teaaaa lol. I don’t workout on Mondays and Fridays but I did a HIIT workout at home after work I felt so good after.

♡ Self Care : I applied my morning skin care products, I was so lazyyy to do my nightly skin care but I did it anyway which I’m proud of and I’ve been doing research on hydrafacials I def plan on getting one soon. I’ve also been interested in red light therapy for my skin as well. I’ll update you girliessss<333

♡ Experience : I’ve been working on some of my hobbies and I’ve been growing new friendships I’ve met a lot of really nice girls especially on campus and becoming social was apart of my goals this semester and I’ve been putting myself out there.

Overall today was super good very relaxing and the weather was amazing which added to the mood I posted day one of the challenge but these posts will be weekly instead of daily because of my schedule<3333

[ladybirdswritings]

Silken Webs & Pirouettes - Miguel O’Hara x Reader

Summary - It’s your first day on the job, and Miguel doesn’t make it easy for you. Ballerina!Reader & CEO!Miguel. Alternate Universe with most of the characters included as seen in "Across the Spiderverse." Many cameos ahead. Miguel is a successful business owner but personality is canon. This is a steamy reader insert, Miguel x You! Enjoy and pls leave me lots of love and comments as it keeps me motivated <333

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Only a day. You’ve only been here for one day and it’s the best job you’ve ever had. Katerina isn’t bruising your ankles with wire each time your posture slips, no sprained feet or bloody toes. Just soft work… morale. You can tell why this place needs it after your interview.

Miguel O’Hara, also known as suffocating, broody, handsome, infuriating prick in a chair as you’ve named him. You had only a moment to cope with the fact that it was the CEO who’d be picking apart at your answers. Before you could even attempt and soothe yourself at the very high possibility that said CEO was scruffy and gray; Latino Adonis opened the door.

Why do you know he’s Latino? You googled it.

Your face stuffed with stale cereal and your hair in an old bonnet made of silk to preserve its straightness. 4 AM, the glow of your phone making your eyes squint rather tightly together as you scrolled through photo after photo of two big auburn eyes and a straight line for a mouth. Expressionless, cold. None of it compares to the real experience.

He’s Mexican and Irish, he’s single, he only dates red heads and blondes (this building is filled with them) it looks like and he has a daughter, though you couldn’t read much more on that before it was time to grab your coat.

It seems suffocating, his presence. Like the scent of jasmine flowers sprouting in your skin. You have so many questions, perhaps you’ll entertain them to another google search later tonight. It isn’t as if you’ll be spending any more time with him apart from that mortifying interview he punished you with.

So, another search can’t hurt… right?

You shake away the obsessive thoughts with a huff as you pull another pink ribbon from your bag. Step one of morale? Warmth. What color is more warm than pink? Light ribbons like the ones in your hair. You’ve been gathering décor with a company card all day and god, it feels so good to shop. You’ve been living off of your depleted savings for a year and it’s all but afforded you cheap cereal and spring water. Though none of this décor is yours, at least you can admire it for the short amount of time you’ll be here.

This floor, his floor has much work to be done. It’s the gloomiest, the most vacant, and the one you’ll start with first. You’ve already hung a garland kissed with snow and smaller pink ribbons upon the desk, Cindy helped you with stocking the fridge full of eggnog and peppermint creamer. Now? You’re busying yourself with this pathetic tree. It’s alive, but barely. On its last stem. You didn’t have it in your pretty heart to toss of it, so you tasked yourself with wrapping green garland round the stem to make it appear fuller. Maybe, just maybe if you drown it in enough ornaments and pink bows— it’ll look alive again.

You make quick work of the garland, using a door stopper to help keep the tree upright. When that awful, bent wooden stem is all gone, you manage the lights. The front desk ladies spare you glances of curiosity, the same way you do at Mr. O’Hara’s door. He’s been locked away all day, not leaving once. Maybe he’s busy… maybe he hates everything. The latter seems more true.

It takes you another hour and change for the lights. Though the tree is sad, it’s nice and tall, tall enough for the need of a ladder. Twlelve strands and you’re satisfied, sparkling warm gold. The ornaments then, and then you have to-

“Um… miss?”

You peek your head from behind a branch to see the red head from the front desk looking concerned. Her embroidery reads: Mary Jane.

“Miss, sorry to interrupt but your shift ended thirty minutes ago. You’re okay to go home.”

The branch pokes you in the face as you push it further to the side, managing excellent tip toed balance on the small ladder. Evidence you were a ballerina, once.

“Oh it’s okay! I’ll go home once I finish. And don’t worry, I don’t expect any overtime for this. I just want the tree to look perfect.”

You mean that. If it doesn’t? It’ll itch at your skin for the rest of the night. Just like every imbalanced pirouette, just like every failed plié.

Mary Jane only offers a nod and wince before scurrying off with her bag. You don’t see the rest of the office leave or the lights dim as you’re too busy working on the back of the tree. You’ve begun to tinker with the bows, you’ll add those first before you find some ornaments. They blanket the front and sides of the tree, now to manage the back. You tie them as you go, placing them upon the bed of emerald like north stars, still balanced effortlessly on your tip toes.

Though you’re not done, it looks lovely. You’ll blanket white pearl and ornaments tomorrow, but the ribbon and gold shimmer is enough to warm even the coldest of hearts.

You’re immersed, so immersed you don’t hear that dreadful oak door open. You don’t hear the Italian leather clicking against the shiny tile. You don’t hear the huff of breath and tug of a silk tie. No. But what you do hear?

“Díos mio… ¿Qué carajo es esto!?”

You can’t stop the grinch before he steals your Christmas tree with a tug at a bow snuggled in its blanket of green. This tree, this graceless tree must despise him or rather, you back because it moves to topple over.

“No no no!” You exclaim with a gasp, still tucked away from his sight. Your hands shoot out to stable the tree before it destroys itself. You do, but at the cost of your balance.

The ladder slips from under you, and graceful as your fall is, you’re still falling. Closer and closer to a cracked skull until an arm slips round your stomach tight, stopping you from dying at the cost of pink ribbon.

God…

Your breaths are heavy, filled with a lovely scent which you can’t even admire because you’re far too suffocated with the fact that you almost went splat.

Him.

Mr. O’Hara breathes out in exasperation, running his eyes over your body to check for any broken bones or bumps, you assume. When he’s satisfied, he lets you go. His arm is bigger than your head, and a coldness bites your midsection once it’s gone.

You turn swiftly, your eyes wide as they scan over your tree. You sigh in relief, it’s mostly perfect still.

Your shaky hands shoot out to straighten a bow that’s been turned and a branch that snaps off when you try and fix it too. Your index and thumb immediately pinch at the place between your brows as stress etches its way into your soft features. Maybe it’s not so perfect anymore.

You turn to him, the broken branch clasped tightly in your fist. Your eyes are wide and your jaw is tense.

His eyes are cold, emotionless. Your chin is upturned so you can face him.

“Take this shit off.” He commands, voice chillier than than December snow.

Oh you’re angry.

You’re angry because he’s taken your beautiful tree and destroyed it by snapping off a perfectly snug branch. And now? Now he’s telling you to toss away all the ribbons you’ve spent hours preparing?

You take a breath, voice deep and barely in control of your own frustration. The stem of the branch digs tightly into your palm.

“No.”

His jaw ticks.

“I wasn’t asking, sweetheart.”

You blink, exhaling through your nose as you allow your eyes to fall closed. A shake of your head and you turn, ignoring his tower of a presence all together as you angrily stuff the branch back into the tree, desperate to fix it.

You feel the tears poking at your eyes but you do as you did when Katerina used to mortify you in front of your classmates. You bite your tongue so hard it bleeds. The tears don’t fall.

“Are you trying to lose your job?”

You ignore him again. The way he talks to you, it reminds you of her. Her if she was good looking, warm even in December and smelled delectable. Regardless…

“The tree is supposed to welcome people-”

“People not children.” He interrupts.

“Wouldn’t your daughter like to admire something like this?” You snap back before you can stop yourself, with a sarcastic tilt of your head.

Oh…

Oh… big mistake.

His jaw draws together so tightly it might just snap. His eyes narrow to slits, hands to fists and body to tension.

You don’t think he even has it in him to say more words than simply,

“Out.”

You immediately comply, scooting past him and grabbing your pink duffel bag from where it lay at the base of the tree. You leave your tote of ribbons lonely, only dead set on going home. That look, you’ve seen it before. When Katerina found out. It runs a chill up your spine.

Your Ugg boots, old and lined with matted fur and frayed pom poms practically stomp their way out of the devil’s den. Into the glass elevator and down to the first floor. You’re grateful to see that the snickering girls have left. It’s only you and him in this big, lonely skyscraper.

You whistle louder than you ever have for a cab and one brakes so quickly it makes your head spin. Even in pink ribbons and pom pom boots, you must look furious.

A huff as you make your way inside and tell the scruffy man where to go, mind preoccupied with the fact that you’ve most likely just lost your new job on the very first day you’ve had it…

🏷️’s: @laysmt @needybitez | chap 4 song 🎧:

[jell0buss-37]

hello!! :333

i wanted to request something for peter b parker x fem!reader

where the reader loves fashion and drags peter to every clothing store she can find and ofc peter is happy to be there and support reader on what she picks out like telling her he loves that skirt she picked out and gives so many compliments once she tries on the clothes she picked out<3333

i would also love to think that peter loves to show you off bc of ur outfits and it literally doesn’t matter how you dress bc he will always be by ur side and if someone dares to make a nasty comment or even look at u wrong hes there to protect you :33

AAAHAJSKSOSK I LOVE THIS.

Shopping with Peter B!

I need him.

First of all, he absolutely loves to spend time with you in general, and the first time you asked him to go shopping with you, you were scared he would think it was dumb

He did not

He literally planned an entire day around shopping with you

He packed snacks and everything, like your phone charger and some water for you guys and everything

Loves holding your purse for you

Is super patient, playing games on his phone while you try things on

Wolf whistles at literally every outfit

Is your biggest hype man, he'll hype you up SO much

However he is just as indecisive with choices. Absolutely all logic flies out the window

If you look good he wants you to have it

Only problem is that he thinks you look good in everything

"sometimes you just look better in nothing, though 👀"

Knows your sizes, and will run through the store for you to search for different things if you send him

Loves getting makeup with you because if you love doing makeup, he just loves watching you get dolled up

He'll buy the things you would look at but not get

He calls you pretty girl all the time

Loves picking out different outfits and combos for you to wear

Will post you on his story and do daily fit checks of you

However he absolutely refuses to shop for him

Will absolutely not let you dress him up

Unless you get him a Tshirt. He dislikes dressing up a lot

"I want you to look good for both of us, pretty girl"

However he will need you to help him with suit shopping

"just don't make a big deal about it."

He makes a big deal about it

Books you guys a spa day and everything

Even though the suit is only for one interview he has with a celebrity for the Daily Bugle

His favorite is whenever there are big event and he makes you both dress to the nines

He will show you off to anyone and everyone

"Hey, you! Yeah you, random construction guy, you catcall my girlfriend this instant. But be respectful. If you say ANYTHING crass, your ass is grass."

Whenever you're feeling insecure or bad about yourself, he will absolutely worship the ground you walk on

Is the type to make one of those giant boxes full of nice things for you

Loves kissing your head in public while pulling you close to his side, calling you his arm candy

"So, when are we going swimsuit shopping? 👀"

Overall, shopping dates are his absolute favorite with you

[gabessquishytum]

Chef AUs for the yummy win!! 👨🏼‍🍳👨🏻‍🍳

Dream is the tough judge on a cooking challenge show and he falls in love with all the dishes Hob is cooking (kinda specifically to impress him).

Hob is a very good chef and he's had a major crush on Chef Dream -- he's eaten, multiple times, at all of Dream's restaurants; he's read all Dream's interviews (; he might, might, have a set of the knives Dream endorsed) -- since they both came up through the ranks. Hob was always very impressed that Dream made his own way and didn't rely on the Endless name for a leg up (for the most part).

Being good enough to gain a spot on Dream's cooking challenge was such a moonshot; Hob is going to woo that man with his food, as if it's the last thing he'll do!

Omg!!! Im imagining like a masterchef: the professionals kind of thing? Hob is already a pro chef and he works at his best friend's restaurant, living his dreams!! He'd love to have his own restaurant in the future, maybe, but he loves having the opportunity to work with his friend and learn everything that can be learned about the industry!

He is SO excited to be on the show and tries so hard to be too much of a fanboy when Dream shakes his hand!!! But Hob calms down and focuses on the food, and making a good impression. He's not expecting Dream to fall in love with him (although he does daydream about that...) but he is really serious about Dream liking his food. It means the world to him.

Hob immediately emerges as a fan favourite on the show because of all his smart comments to camera, and also because he's really really good!! And he doesn't hold back on the spices 😉 And when it comes down to Dream tasting the food? The viewers have never seen him eat so much. Normally he'll pick up a dainty forkful and then give his criticism. But with Hob, he practically eats the whole thing, while waxing lyrical about how good it is.

To no one's surprise, Hob wins the challenge. As a kind of unofficial add on to the prize, Dream invites him for dinner... at his place. Hob has been cooking for him for weeks, it's only fair to return the favour. Hob gets his turn to talk about how much he loves Dream’s recipes and how yummy the food is, and of course he eats every morsel that Dream cooks for him. Dream gets major heart-eyes just watching Hob eat and smile and say nice things <333

After dessert it's pretty much inevitable that they have their first kiss while Hob helps Dream rinse off the dishes. They're both covered in soap suds and probably far too full of nice food for any strenuous activities, but Hob takes great delight in being pushed against the counter and thoroughly smooched. Right next to the same set of knives that he has at home <3

Seduction via food has obviously worked out for both of them!

[kirk-says-wah]

helloooooo, i have a req? 👀

i've had this idea of kirk as a (hot) priest??? fleabag style?? 👀👀👀

i've also seen this clip of him in a not so long ago interview where he said he's into biting/being bitten 👀 and he said he's also into fangs 👀👀👀

idk if you can do something with those two ideas but if you can i'll be forever grateful <333 ilyyyyy

𝐍𝐨 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐟 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

Pairing: Kirk/Lars

Note: I hope this is okay! I’m so sorry that I said it was going to be posted back in July and it took me this long!

Lars didn’t mind tagging along, but he definitely had better things to do. But James did the whole ‘please man you’re our best man’ and Lars couldn’t just say no.

So he’s accompanying James and Jason to meet the priest who’s officiating their wedding. The ride over is boring; Lars is forced to sit in the back whilst they listen to Jason’s shitty choice in music, and by the time they get to the church Lars is ready to jump out the window.

But still he feigns a smile, following them into the church, and his eyes land straight on the priest.

The very hot priest.

Lars can feel himself go warm, sweat sticking to the back of his neck as they approach the priest, and he really hopes he’s not gone red.

The priest stands there looking delicious in his priest clothes, his short hair curling around his face, and when he smiles piercing fangs gleam.

“You’re Jason and James I presume?” the priest says, shaking James and Jason’s hands. “And you are?”

He’s looking directly at Lars, and Lars stammers for an answer before finally reaching out to shake his hand.

“Urm, Lars. Best man.”

“Kirk,” the priest replied, shaking Lars’ hand a bit too long.

It starts from there.

Before they leave, Kirk slips his number and address to Lars, telling him to swing by if he ever needs someone to talk to. Lars takes it gratefully, and he does take the priest up on his offer several weeks later.

They share some drinks, and Kirk has a really nice apartment. He’s good company, and Lars can feel the sexual tension radiate between them.

Kirk must feel it too though, because one of the first things he says is that they can’t ever be more than friends.

Which Lars can understand. The priest’s faith means a lot to him. But that doesn’t mean Lars isn’t disappointed.

They meet several times every week, just hanging out, getting to know each other, and every time it just makes Lars even more curious about how soft Kirk’s lips are.

This particular night, they are both slightly tipsy after sharing a bottle of wine, and they’re sat together on the couch, shoulders brushing as they talk.

“You make it so hard for me yknow,” Kirk says after a moment of silence, and Lars frowns, tilts his head.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re just-“ Kirk gestures at Lars. “Cute.”

“Huh?” Lars says, not quite believing what he’s hearing.

“It’s true,” Kirk sighs, messing with his collar, looking a bit flustered.

“I’m sorry?” Lars replies because he’s really not sure what he’s meant to say. Kirk fancies him? Well at least the feelings mutual.

Kirk just rolls his eyes before suddenly Lars feels lips against his own.

Sparks fly and Lars closes his eyes, a hand ghosting over his jaw as the kiss deepens. They pull away after a moment, and Lars blinks his eyes open, confused.

“But you said-“

“Forget what I said,” Kirk says before diving back into another kiss.

Lars kisses back, and Kirk bites down on his lip, hard enough to draw blood, and Lars has to bite back the moan that bubbles up from his chest. Kirk smiles against his lips, tongue lapping away the blood before biting again, and this time Lars yelps, going all gooey in Kirk’s arms.

Kirk laughs, pulling back, thumbing at the bite marks in Lars’ lip.

[otrtbs]

I have the craziest idea. How about instead of being rude and disrespectful to all the nice people that provide us with content we love for our niche lil fandom (you know…the ones that provide us with FREE fanart and fanfics?) we instead THANK THEM for being lovely human beings for giving us all this free stuff and if we disagree with or don’t like a fic or piece of art we move on without being shitty about it?

also guess what? If you don’t like a ship in a fic…there are filters. If you don’t like a trope in a fic…there are filters. YOU DON’T HAVE TO READ IT. Nobody is holding a gun to ur head (like Evan and Barty when Reggie interviewed James) and saying you will only live if you read a fic you don’t like the whole way through and then post ur horrible opinion online.

smh why are people like this???

Anyway…thanks sm for ahb I absolutely loved it and it’s the reason I want to do art history a level <333.

hi !!! love you!!! <333

the thing is the person who made that tiktok makes art for the marauders fandom ??? like genuinely where is the disconnect there?? what if ppl started making videos just ripping their art to shreds ??? they’re just a creative bashing other fandom creatives for some tiktok likes and engagement. truly vile behavior.

and it’s open season in that comment section. fandom is supposed to feel like a loving or supportive community and those fuckwads are content to make it as hateful and divisive as possible as long as they get a few tiktok likes from it. pathetic!

also it’s not a “you’re just mad ppl hate ur favorite fics/something u wrote” issue. bc no one is saying that. nothing is going to be universally agreed upon. like not everything is everyone’s cup of tea. it’s how you move on and talk about the things you enjoy instead of the ones you hate that make fandom a place for experimenting and make it an encouraging creative place. like grow up. talk about your issues w fics privately w friends. blasting it on the internet is just so fucking loserly.

N E WAYZ please let me know how your a levels go and thank you for being so sweet !! xx

[ssahotchnerr]

I saw your request for aaron hotchner valentine’s day! maybe an aaron hotchner x bau wife reader and they are all away on a case and they’re still there on valentine’s day and it’s been a rough case and y/n has been extremely stressed but Aaron makes sure she still feels special and treats her to a nice dinner and surprises her with flowers

too married

happy vday pt 2!!! cw; fem!reader, your usual cm case descriptions, mentions of food/alcohol, fluff <333

"it's disheartening, isn't it?"

aaron hummed from in front of you, fiddling with the key to grant the two of you access into your hotel room. "hm?"

"that we're here. on valentine's day." you could laugh if pushed, your voice sharp and inches away from wavering.

no matter how little the inflect, and even if you hadn't shown it at all, aaron still noticed it. he paused and turned back to you, a forlorn expression on his face. "sweetheart-"

"it's fine." you brought your hands to your face, frustratedly and tiredly rubbing your eyes for a moment. "sorry, i'm just looking for something to complain about. it's been a long day."

"a hard day." aaron added in your regard, reaching out to touch your arm soothingly.

your current unsub clearly hadn't felt the universal love within the air; he's been most brutal the bau had endured in a while. full of mutilation, a sickening signature, devolving by the minute.

truthfully it had gotten to you; you were finding it extremely difficult to compartmentalize, and spending most of the day staring at the graphic crime scene photos didn't help. at one point you couldn't bring yourself to look at the pictures, lowering your head down to the table and wanting nothing but to cry into aaron's shoulder.

but he was nowhere to be found, you've barely seen him. he had spent a good portion of the day conducting interviews, off following leads that only resulted in dead ends.

you did see him at lunch, but ignored his occasional, concerned glances. if you were to make eye contact with him, and despite how tempting that was, you would have lost it. in addition, the fact it was valentine's day, made it kind of worse.

sure, it was partly a hallmark, commercial holiday, but you couldn't help but yearn to be out to dinner with aaron - eating ridiculously priced food in a restaurant you could barely see him in, giggly and warm from the wine, serial killers being the least of your concerns.

and rather than going to bed to continue the night, you were going to bed to get a few hours of shut-eye if you were lucky - given the late hour and horrors of the day to keep your mind awake. before it was right back to where you had left off.

"besides, we're also too married to do anything too special, right?" you forced a laugh, the sound sounding foreign in the empty hallway. aaron internally winced, the strain and exhaustion in your voice tugging sadly at his heart.

you continued, "and if we were home, it'd be a quiet night-in wouldn't it? maybe we'd get take-out, watch a movie, go to sleep early."

a lie, but anything to make yourself feel better.

but, that's where aaron, without fail, always stepped in.

"well," he started, but didn't finish his thought - finally managing to get the room key to cooperate and pushing the door open, entering with you at his footsteps.

his back constructed your view, but once he sidestepped towards the bathroom to your right, he revealed a bouquet of red roses, chocolate covered strawberries, accompanied by a card waiting on the desk.

"i know it's not much." aaron explained as you froze, his hand finding the small of your back. "and it's not everything either, i do have more planned for once we're home but-"

maybe it was the near delirious exhaustion, the day you had, him, or all the above, but you only had one means of responding.

you grasped onto the lapels of his suit jacket, bringing him to you and kissing him so forcefully he nearly tripped up against the wall. aaron laughed gently in your mouth, but the kiss was long and deep, the two of you melting into each other.

not enough? it was everything, and the kiss alone silently proved that.

"thank you." you whispered once the two of you separated. your palms were resting on his chest, the fabric of his shirt soft under your fingers.

aaron smiled, the kind that caused the ends of his eyes to crinkle happily. "i love you. and although today wasn't how it should've been, and i would've loved to have spoiled you endlessly, and jack would've definitely been staying at jessica's for the night." his lips turned upwards into a light smirk, a wicked glint in his eyes before turning to their softness. "just like any day, i'm reminded how lucky i am you're my wife. whenever i'm with you, wherever we are, i'm home."

you blinked at him, in utter bafflement and awe. "how do you always know just what i need to hear?"

"because you're my beautiful wife, and like you said, we're too married." he teased, but his playful demeanor sobered, his voice lowering to a whisper. "i'm sorry you had a bad day."

"it's okay. it's better now," you answered just as softly as you looked into his eyes, stroking your thumb along his cheek before turning back to your surprise, "and when did you manage to do all this?"

"i can't reveal all my secrets, can i?" aaron quipped with a smile, pulling you in for another kiss. you reciprocated, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"happy valentine's day darling. and to many, many more."

[danisbrainrot]

omg pmg omg hi ! could i please have some relationship hcs for lucy gray baird x a feral, unhinged, shitposting gf ?! please and thank 🥺💓

absolutely!! also, lucy gray is also a little unhinged because why not 🤷‍♀️

lucy gray would be performing at the hob with the covey, and all of a sudden you'd start cheering and screaming for her. she can't hide the blush or smile, seeing you there jumping up and down, bumping into people and just hyping the covey up.

when you're in the town square, you'll grab onto her hand tightly, swinging your arms in the air as the two of you chat about anything and everything. (bonus, you would always smirk at peacekeeper coriolanus, who'd be fuming about her choosing you. lucy gray would never notice though.)

whenever you're over at her house, or she's at yours, you'll be absolutely all over her. just laying on her lap while on the couch or her makeshift bed, clinging to her waist while she's doing domestic stuff like the dishes. just slopping all over her.

the same for the meadow. she's just trying to sing and work out this new song, but she keeps getting distracted because you'll start playing with her hair, resting your head on her shoulders or just wrapping your legs around her legs while she's trying to strum.

at the lake, she's not a strong swimmer (totally not a headcanon I got after watching a certain interview), so you take pride in knowing she's wrapped around you, trying to stay afloat. it feels nice knowing that she's so needy for you.

then after the swim, she'd rest on your chest while singing. sometimes you'd cling on to every word, and sometimes you'd just watch her lovingly.

whenever billy taupe or coriolanus come around, trying to win her back, you don't hesitate to just swing at them. you'll bark at them if it scares them off. usually they don't want to fuck with you, because just like lucy gray (at least in the books) you've bitten one of them once, and you'd do it again. lucy gray can't help but find how protective of her endearing.

if a peacekeeper tries to even touch you though? oh, she's ready to throw hands—mid performance as well, if necessary. the covey will have to hold her back to stop her from pouncing on him and going mental. you'd do the same for her.

honestly, by this point, coriolanus has learnt to leave the two of you alone, but whenever you catch his eyes lingering on lucy gray, your eyes narrow at him, daring to say something to her. you terrify him—an honourable feat, considering he usually doesn't find women all that scary.

billy taupe is cockier, however, especially if he's been drinking. so when he interrupts one of her performances, and he's crawling on stage to beg for her back, you'll storm up to him and just sock him in the jaw.

lucy gray hides a snake up her sleeve at all times. you both use this knowledge to your advantage. someone's getting too touchy with you? bam! snake attack. someone's too drunk and tries to get on stage, you yell out some code word for the snake—because apparently lucy gray's trained it to be a sleeper agent—and it shoots out of her sleeve and bites the drunkard as a warning.

that's all I have for now, hope it was good enough for you <333

[imaginesbymonika]

About you (Finale)

Pairing: Tenoch Huerta x fem!reader

Plot: Inspired by "About you" by the 1975. You and Tenoch used to date and you simply can't shake the feeling that you are still in love with him. You wonder if he still thinks about you, because you do all the time.

Masterlist / Previous Chapter

A/N: you guys made it !! Thank you so much for reading my silly little story and being so nice about it. ly tons !! my requests are open for now and if you want to read anything specific, let me know <333 also my dms are always open in case you need to talk to someone !!

She isn't even entirely down the hallway when Y/N hears how someone calls her name. An unsteady sigh leaves her lips before she turns around. Tenoch, who is holding on to the photo for dear life is quickly making his way toward her. And he pulls her into a bone-crushing hug once he reaches her. Tears are streaming down his face, while the grip on her waist tightens.

"You should have told me.", he whispers in between sobs:" God, mi amor. You should have told me." When he pulls away, his hands' cup both her cheeks. At this point, Y/N is crying as well, her hands fly up to wrap around his. All she can do is nod her head in understanding.

"What's his name?", Tenoch asks and swallows thickly. He can't help himself but let out a teary laugh at the thought of that little boy. "It's Pedro.", Y/N states and mirrors his expression. "Pedro.", the man repeats, while more happy tears roll down his face:" Pedro, Pedro, Pedro." His face moves closer to hers and he presses a more than delicate kiss on her forehead. "You know, I love you too, by the way.", Y/N voices, and she feels how he squeezes her hands while the smile on his lips only gets bigger:" I never stopped loving you, not one day." The next thing she feels is his lips on hers, and she tastes the salinity of both of their tears.

But if she was being honest she never tasted anything sweeter. And neither did he.

"A lot has happened ever since we last saw each other.", James Corden says, while he leans back in his chair. The most prominent smile plays on his lips. Y/N feels how her cheeks gradually heat up. "Like a lot, a lot.", James adds, making everyone laugh, The woman can only nod.

“So first thing first, you and your co-star Tenoch Huerta were spotted kissing on the red carpet. A few weeks after we did our interview together, where you two seemed very distant. What happened?”, James asks, and a few members of the audience chuckle.

Y/N only smiles while she slowly lifts her hand, it takes everyone a few seconds to comprehend what she tries to communicate but as soon as the audience does they cheer. The camera zooms in on a stunning diamond ring. “Tenoch is actually my fiancé now.”, She says and James' eyes widen while he moves closer to her. “That’s fantastic! Congratulations!”

The actress smiles shyly:" Thank you.", while her fingers absently begin to play with the expensive jewelry. Tenoch proposed four months after he met Pedro. He explained that they had wasted enough time and that he genuinely couldn't picture his life with another woman by his side. Y/N said yes, countless times before he was even capable to ask the question.

"How did all of that happen?", James asks and Y/N simply smiles. "There was just something about Tenoch, that I couldn't forget."

"It's that easy?", the British man who sits behind the table questions and raises his eyebrows but the young woman shakes her head. "Depends on how you are looking at it."

[dollya-robinprotector]

dollyaaaaa ur art is so nice n clean always!! im wondering how u draw so quickly n consistently? bow much time does it take for u to draw stuff ö i love seeing ur art pop up on the tl always, its so inspiring!! have a great rest of ur day >:333

Not gonna lie, I usually avoid the ask related to my drawing time or process. I cannot count how many asks I have received on this same matter, but...

Well, I should clarify one thing: I am not uncomfortable answering these ask. I answer some if I can. I just don't know how to answer most of them. English isn't my first language so even if I want to write a tutorial it's just gonna be... "messy" I think? Also, I have this love-hate feeling when it comes to drawing fast.

As you can see I draw almost daily. To answer asks, to present my own ideas,... there are two reasons for my fast-drawing skill:

I think way too much. My trains of thought often crash onto each other and my brain is just purely chaotic, to the point I'm overloaded and stop thinking. That's not good. So before things get complicated or fade to nothingness I would draw them out. it's how I preserve my ideas, keep my sanity intact, and not shut down from thinking.

It's my practice. I grew up knowing practice makes perfect, so I kinda draw to train my muscle memory. A kind of habit as an artist. I remember coming across an interview with BL artist Hotoku and I saw their comment on how to get through a "slump":

and it was at that moment I realized there's nothing more important than to draw when you are an artist. A "slump" (or artblock, etc...) is a disaster for all art creators, so I choose to prevent and get out of it simply by drawing more.

I remember I doubted Hotoku's answer for some time, but now I understand them perfectly. I, too, love and think about drawing all the time, almost that I don't want to do anything else besides drawing. It's complicated to describe, but I think I gaslighted myself successfully into a drawing maniac.

After all, all that I'm capable of is drawing. If it's not for my artworks, I'd be nothing. I can not satisfy my parents, my coworkers, my senpais, or even myself, so at least seeing some strangers on the internet appreciate my drawing warms me up inside I think, ehe~

As for how long it takes me to draw, it depends. Some simple sketches to answer asks took from a few minutes to maybe some good hours. The asks keep coming and I'm delighted to it, but the most I can do is answer 5 - 6 of them a day, usually, I could only do 3 - 4 or least, so I have to admit and apologize because I can not answer everything sent to my ask box. I do the most I can. The asks are a huge part of my creative inspiration and mental comfort, so I always give them my best. Thanks for sending me these asks everyone~

I called off my work today and shut down all the notifications from my boss, so maybe I'll rest more. But I would get back to draw as soon as I can.

[kevinsdsy]

ive been meaning to say it for a while but i genuinely really appreciate the twitter AU that you've been making. its lowkey like the highlight of going online :)) ive shared it with some of my irl friends that have read aftg and they're looking at it too. espcially when i have a tough day its nice to be able to have something to laugh at or whatever :))

ALSO im not muslim but i think its honestly really interesting to see how nabil and laila deal with religion and sexuality <33

Oh and it must be said: i LOVE in interpretations of the trojans, like imo theyre really like canon (even in the archives <3)

but also!! please don't overwork yourself especially with your THESIS (??? HOW are you doing this daily??? MAJOR RESPECT) like genuinely as much as i adore seeing them, if you need a break, by all means take it!! if its not fun for you, its not really fun for me either yk??

OH!!! and one final thing: SHAWN MY BELOVED <3333 HOW DID YOU MAKE SUCH A LOVEABLE CHARACTER OUT OF NOTHING BUT TWEETS AND A DREAM?? like im no writer but I think it probably takes a pretty good ability to introduce us entirely to a new character (basically) and make them feel real and not feel flat... VIA TWEETS??

Anyways I wish you the best day and many hugs <333 good luck on your thesis as well :))

CRYINGGG THIS IS SO SWEET OMG ILY PLEASE ACCEPT ALL THE HUGS AND KISSES FROM LE 🫂🩷🌷💋 i’m so glad you’re enjoying the AU and they make you laugh hehe :))

ALSO genuinely appreciate to have people point out the muslim + sexuality headcanons for laila 🥹 genuinely means the world to me <33 and tbh it’s just fun in general to come up with headcanons and characteristics for the trojans hehe. we’re so used to knowing all the foxes, but the trojans are SO BIG i don’t think it’ll ever be possible to know them– but it’s nice to pretend we do LMAOO (i’m a big sucker for found family)

and don’t worry hehe i’m genuinely not overworking myself. i actually finished my thesis concept in may so this week i FINALLY got some feedback back and it was dedicated to implementing the feedback and today & tomorrow will be dedicated to formatting the document and writing out the interviews before the final round of feedback— i don’t have any other classes anymore and my internship is just writing this thesis so i’m just stuck home all day most days 😭 which is why i have so much time to do this. but genuinely the second i don’t feel like updating i’ll skip a few days and go to irregular updates hehe i’m just trying to see how long i can keep daily updates going LMAOOO but genuinely love doing these so not to worry <333

ALSO SO GLAD YOU LIKE SHAWN HEHE i got so carried away with him it’s INSANE (tweets and a dream is so SHAWN coded LMAOO) but i’m so so very glad y��all seem to enjoy the characteristics

you’re truly too sweet omg, ily and thank you for the message 🩷🌷 have a lovely day, my love.

[c4tth3w]

i try really hard not to like tkachuk and it lasted a year. but he is honestly very likable despite how unhinged he is on ice, once he’s off he turns into a humble cutie pie. i also think the pressure of his dad is what makes i him go crazy on ice like he’s trying to show him he’ll do whatever it takes to win. i’ve never seen him be rude in interviews and he always keeps an uplifted attitude even when they’re loosing he is not trying to blame others & when they win he is always trying to credit others. ughhh i hate how likable he his 🙄😂 im a leaf fan mind you😭

he is very likeable!!!!! on ice he is very pest like and off ice he’s still annoying but he’s my cutie pie babygirl fr <3

& everyone always has nice things to say about him irl <333

leafs fans despise him from what i’ve seen so kudos to you 😭