#((Sorry it's so short. v .v))

[virescent-v]

Subconsciously Green-Eyed

Summary: Jealousy? Emily's never heard of it.

A/N: So...I tried to challenge myself to do a 500 word drabble. I didn't make it. LMAO. But lucky for ya'll you get two fics from me within 24 hours! There's no warnings to this one; there's no smut.

Word Count: 983

Emily cast her glance back and forth across the table. It wasn’t unlike her team to joke and lighten the mood during debriefs, but something about this instance was getting under her skin. 

She eyeballed the table, looking intently at each person present trying to figure out what was bothering her. It was the usual group of people; Tara, Penelope, JJ, Luke, and Dave. But there was also a new addition to the table. 

A young, attractive agent from New York. A bright mind in the Cyber Division office, if she were to go by what your section chief said. You were down in DC helping out on the case they were currently working on. Everyone on the team was besotted with you already after only having known you for two days. 

You were a bright light in the otherwise bleak office. You were average in height, but loud in personality. Your optimism rivaled that of Penelope, as did your technological savviness, and your humor meshed well with both Tara and Luke. You were confident and extroverted without being cocky and knowledgeable without being a know-it-all. 

Everyone was captivated by you, trying to work closely with you over the past couple of days. You had knowledge that seeped into various topics that made you an asset at the round table. More importantly, you were creative with directions to take the case that opened up a few different leads that impressed everyone, including Emily. 

As Emily continued surveying the table, you were in the middle of a funny story from your first New York case and everyone around it had their eyes on you. You were leaning lightly into Penelope’s personal space, your hand on her arm, sharing a quick giggle at something techy. You made sure to make eye contact with everyone around the table, keeping everyone’s attention on you. It felt natural, the way you worked the small crowd, and Emily could tell that each member was enamored with you. 

She noticed that Tara and Luke’s eyes were more heavily focused on you than the others, something dark and gleaming. Watching them watch you, their eyes trailing sneakily but lazily over your body, Emily could feel something swelling inside of her. Something unnamed, something she hadn’t felt before. 

As she was internally cataloging whatever feelings were swirling inside her, she didn’t notice the room clear out leaving only herself and you. 

You noticed Emily’s distraction during the past few minutes, especially as the team made their way out and she stayed behind. Her gaze was directed at the table top, but it looked befuddled, distant. 

“Agent Prentiss?” When you didn’t receive any response, you timidly walked around the table and gently put your hand on her arm. You spoke quietly, not wanting to scare her out of her reverie. “Emily?” 

Regardless of your trying to be soft spoken, Emily still startled, jumping a little. “Wha- oh. Sorry, I was in another world.” 

You laughed lightly, breaking the tension a bit. “I could tell. Is everything okay?” 

Emily cleared her throat, still unsure of how to name the emotions rippling inside her. “Oh, ye-yeah. It’s nothing. Just a lot on my mind.” She looked around, finally registering that the team had left. “Are you enjoying DC?” 

You tilted your head a little at her, your eyes softening. “I am. It’s a nice change of pace from New York,” you stepped a little closer to the section chief. “I really like the team. Everyone’s, uh, great.” 

Emily had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. Go figure you enjoyed the attention of her agents. She figured you probably noticed the glances that some of them were throwing your way, your personality clinging to the admiration. “I can tell,” she said with just a hint of something venomous. 

Your head tilted a little further as you scrutinized her. You were not as proficient in profiling, but you weren’t blind. You leaned back on the table and crossed your arms over your chest, regarding Emily with a hint of amusement. “Agent Prentiss, are you jealous of my newly budding relationships with your team?” 

“Jeal-? Jealous? No, no. Why, why would I be jealous?” 

Emily felt her face flush, confused by the emotions rushing through her. Was it jealousy? But why would she be jealous of her team showing you attention? 

“It doesn’t take a profiler to spot jealousy.” You walked closer to her, close enough that you could feel her body heat. “You’re stuttering over your words when you’re normally very well spoken. Your hands are clenched at your sides right now.” You trailed your hands over Emily’s hands, loosening them. You trailed your hands up her arms, keeping your eyes on Emily and her reactions. 

As your hands brushed her shoulders, Emily’s breath caught. “I can feel your muscles, you’re pretty tense right now.” Your hands continued north, brushing the underside of her jaw. “You’ve been clenching your teeth and frowning with narrowed eyes since you noticed Luke and Tara checking me out.” You trailed your thumb over her lower lip, which she had pulled between her teeth at your movements. “So, yeah, I’m not a profiler, Agent Prentiss, but all signs point to jealousy,” you said, arching your eyebrow. 

Emily slowly released a breath, gently closing her eyes in a way to relax herself. “Maybe I am jealous,” she whispered. 

You watched as Emily steeled herself, confidence lighting up her eyes. You grinned fondly as you gently shook your head, opening your body language as Emily prepared herself. 

“I think,” she started, her hands landing on your hips. “To avoid all further jealousy, I should beat Tara and Luke to the punch.” She took a deep breath. “Want to get dinner with me tonight?” 

You couldn’t suppress the teasing smile that broke out across your face. “Why, Agent Prentiss, I thought you’d never ask.” 

[icycoldninja]

How would dmc guys carry their partners? ❤️

Dante: Over-the-shoulder. He treats you like a sack of potatoes and thinks it's hilarious.

Vergil: Bridal style. He's authentic and romantic; gentle, yet supportive.

Nero: Piggy-back rides. You guys are basically the dream Disney Channel couple, except edgier and more violent than your average youngsters.

V: Physically cannot carry you. The most he can do is kinda drag you along with your arm over his shoulder like you hurt your ankle or something. Anything else is impossible.

[azaisya]

Day 2 (Traveling to Middle Earth | The Helcaraxë | Bonds Broken, Bonds Made) for @glorfindelweek !!

This is so so headcanon heavy but tl;dr I like to headcanon a) Idril as the equivalent of 10-12ish at the start of the Helcaraxë and Glorfindel being only a little older than her, b) Glorfindel as Idril's first cousin, on her mother's side, and c) them being more or less friendly before the Helcaraxë but growing very very close during the march!

They're just two kids watching out for each other when the adults are busy with important adult things

[yournextbimbogf]

Beefy bucky headcannons? I feel like bucky wouldn’t even know his cock can stretch tf outta you or he might be cocky👀

I love headcannons and I’ll keep writing them hoes!!

Lord if he don’t come here and fuck me😒!!

Sorry if its a bit short my brain fucking forgot everything outta nowhere🤦🏽‍♀️

Beefy! Bucky loves missionary, he loves that he can make eye contact with you and you can both see his thick cock re-arranging your guts.

Beefy! Bucky smiles in amusement when he sees you choking on only half of his cock.

Beefy! Bucky immediately gets turned on when he sees you choking on his cock, spit dripping down your chin, and fat tears rolling down your cheek ruining your eye makeup. Don’t worry, he still finds it adorable.

Beefy! Bucky works out sometimes but still has a pudge. When you reassure him that his pudgy tummy is cute he instantly swoons for you.

Beefy! Bucky slaps his fat mushroom tip onto the hood of your clit before putting it inside.

Beefy! Bucky teases you for getting hot and bothered after you saw his swollen cock bounce onto his belly when you take it out.

Beefy! Bucky secretly watches his cock make a bulge in your stomach and (secretly loves it lol.)

Beefy! Bucky gets cocky when you say his cock might not fit.

Beefy! Bucky definitely doesn’t know how much strength he has until one day you ask him to go rough during sex.

“Your cock’s pretty big buck do you think it’ll fit?”

“Thanks darling i believe my cock’s too big.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself buck.”

Bucky may be cocky but deep down he’s a beefy boy that needs love :).

[anominous-user]

quick doodle of vill-v and aponia and griseo

[fatimajpeg]

Preview of my comic 'Prism' for the upcoming SB comics fair in October! It's short, semi-anecdotal and sentimental. Please look forward to it!!!

"Three friends get high together on a late night after months of being apart. In this semi-anecdotal narrative, the unnamed protagonist muses about being directionless in your 20s, growing up and the bonds that make it worthwhile. You may be lost, but at least you have friends."

[prismbearer]

obsessed

[pepsimanan]

I'd like to suggest jun synthv!!

#19 JUN

[hagenwo43]

[moonfil]

Yep, I'm finally making CG design references :D

[icycoldninja]

Vergil and/or V with a very short reader who likes to be the big spoon? Idk, if you want/are comfortable with it..-

Sure!

Vergil + V x Short!Reader who likes to be the big spoon headcannons

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil normally prefers to be the big spoon because it reassures him that he is protecting you.

-Your short stature makes it all the more endearing; it's like snuggling a living teddy bear.

-However, if you want to be the big spoon, he won't object.

-Feeling you curl around his back and wrap your arms around his broad shoulders feels surprisingly good. He could honestly stay like this forever.

-He likes this feeling of being protected, more than he cares to admit. As a result, you being the big spoon is a more common occurrence than you'd think.

● V ●

-V is normally the big spoon because he's just taller and lankier.

-It comes naturally, and you both have liked it that way for a long time.

-You wanting to be the big spoon is an interesting concept, one he's more than willing to try.

-He likes it, the way you struggle to wrap around him, yet somehow manage to do so anyway. It makes him feel safe and comforted.

-He wants you to hold him like this all the time now--he's practically addicted to being cuddled like this.

[sideblogdotjpeg]

hey guys does anybody know whats the date today

[localravenclaw]

[pegasusdrawnchariots]

Bowing with a flourish to Roxane, followed by finger guns at Le Bret — Cyrano's bi energy cannot be contained (thanks @ninadove for the observation <3)

+ bonus immediate next moment:

[igarbagecannoteven]

hi!! just read your cake at the craft store fic and thought I'd introduce myself on here :) you're a talented writer and seem like a lovely person!

oh my gosh thank you so much! that's so sweet of you 🥰i'm so glad you enjoyed my work! (and thank you so much for the lovely comment on ao3!) also love your handles on both ao3 and here, i'm a big fan of herons myself 😊

[vsagis]

@huntershowl !!

It's nice, receiving gifts, even more so those that carry a promise of good will and a successful endeavor. It's just that he's never been offered a person.

Watchful eyes take in the figure before him, scrutinizing, emerald pools with something dark lurking at the bottom. Ready to strike, sink its teeth into flesh if a trap unfolds into a body of human form.

Advisor, his new business partner said. But it's only logical to take such words with a grain of salt. There's always hidden motives, and until Izuku knows more, whether he can trust that bunch or not...

"How would you like me to address you? Hellhound," he voices the other's villain name slowly, as if trying it on the tip of his tongue to check if he enjoys the taste, "Or...?"