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Bart, but he has a sword now 😎
Bart with-a sword, what's he gonna do, what's he gonna do to you~
but also like, sword would be counterproductive for a speedster in my opinion, unless....
SPEEDFORCE LIGHTSABER
#ask&answer#anonq#bart allen#impulse#ive been in a starwars mood when i finally decided to draw for this ask.... i got a long time ago#sorry anon
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New In Town
A/N: hey there, to the anon that requested this, I lost your actual submission but I hope this lived up to expectation! I started writing this, forgot I started it, and then got sick but I tried my best haha, enjoy! Happy pride month! - mod ghost
p.s. sorry to mod angel, I definitely called her out in this fic lol
You had only been at the BAU for about a week, but something about Spencer made you feel like a moth drawn to a flame, as cliche as that might be. Sometimes, you’d catch yourself staring at him during briefings or even just sitting at your respective desks. Watching the way his hands would move over pages as he tore his way through books. His reading speed always amazed you, and you wondered how he actually retained any of the information he was taking in. Yesterday, he’d caught your gaze, making eye contact with you and giving you a polite grin before returning back to whatever it was he’d been doing. Your heart nearly pounded itself out of your chest, which is about when it dawned on you that you definitely had feelings for him. Shit, you thought to yourself briefly. It was probably best to keep this to yourself for now, you’d heard a lot about everything he had been through from the other members of the team and figured it’d be best to leave him alone. Even if you thought this while in private, it didn’t seem to actually stop you from flirting with him. What could possibly go wrong? He’d say no, but that wasn’t terrible. A few days later, you found him at his desk before the team was about to fly off to investigate a new case. You, however, weren’t cleared for field work yet, so you had to work in something before he went,
Gently putting a hand on his shoulder to get his attention, you leaned in closer to him as you said, “Have a safe flight, pretty boy, I’ll see you when you get back,” then walked off toward Garcia while practically being able to feel his eyes on you. Whether that was a good thing or not, you couldn’t tell, and the idea of having to wait until the team came back stirred up some nervousness that seized in the pit of your stomach but you pushed it aside for now to focus on helping Penelope here in Quantico. “I’m sorry, why is Reid making that face?” She laughed as she all but chased you further down the hall and away from the bullpen.
“I’m fairly certain I just called him pretty boy or something, I don’t know. I might’ve blacked out.” You sighed, averting her gaze as much as possible as you pushed through the door leading to all of her equipment.
“I knew it! You have a crush on Spencer!” Garcia cried in excitement, seconds away from jumping up and down. “Could you yell it any louder?? He might hear you! China might hear you–” You grab her arm as you whisper hurriedly, pulling her through the door and closing it behind her, “--wait, am I really that obvious about it?? Who else knows other than you?” “Mainly us girls, don’t worry. But I might be able to help you, see if he likes you back?” “What, have my own spy crew just for a crush? No way, I’ll get over it.” You brush a hand through your hair in embarrassment and frustration as you and her sit next to each other at her desk. All you could think about was Spencer, though. Nothing that happened throughout the day could fix that. Especially when he called a few hours later to ask for information. Garcia picked up the phone before you could react or steel yourself to the idea of talking to him again. “Hey, tall dark and nerdy, talk to me” She spoke quickly, leaning back in her chair. It made you blush, which you silently cursed her for. “Uh, hey, Garcia,” he paused to chuckle, “I need your help–” “Obviously” You started to get up to escape the room and compose yourself, but, much to your chagrin, he’d heard the background noise over the phone, “Is someone else in there with you?” His voice crackled over the phone line again, which made Penelope stop you from moving,
“Yes, actually,” She nudged you as she spoke,
“H-uh, Hi, Spence.” You spoke up, trying to sound lighthearted. The idea of speaking to him again this soon seized your heart and made it hard to breathe.
“Hey…as you can probably hear, I made it here safe. No need to worry.” There was a bit of a teasing tone to his voice. You’d never quite heard him use that tone with you before. Or anyone for that matter.
Before you had time to process that, they were on to talking about the case again and you were able to escape the situation pretty much unscathed.
The rest of the team didn’t return until later that week, on a Friday, so Garcia got pizza for everyone to celebrate.
She came to grab you from your desk and the two of you arrived just in time to see something that stirred up something in you, so deep you think you were possessed by one of your distant descendants.
“You’re cutting pizza with a butter knife?!” You ask incredulously, not meaning to come off so viciously.
Spencer froze, plastic butter knife still in hand as he stabbed into the pizza.
“We…We don’t have a pizza cutter here, and some of the slices were kinda stuck together with cheese…” he explained, almost frozen in place as he awkwardly chuckled at the ridiculous nature of the conversation while Garcia couldn’t help but laugh.
“Sorry, I honestly have no idea what came over me. Let’s uh, let’s dig into this pizza, huh? Now that I’m done getting possessed by my grandma?” You joke, going closer to the table with Penelope and grabbing one of the slices that were…cut. Definitely not sawed apart poorly. He’d tried his best. At this current moment, Spencer Reid was honestly just lucky he was cute. Despite that, you smiled politely and spent time with your found family that is the BAU.
That night, after all the fun was over and it was time to go home for a much needed crash, it had been just you and Spencer. You both volunteered to clean up after everything so that everyone else could go home for some much needed rest and to get a start on their weekend. They tried to insist that they’d help, too, but everyone was tired and it wasn’t that big of a mess so there was no need for everyone to stay.
You thought it’d be fine, because surely you could be at least somewhat normal around him, right?
The two of you easily talked and joked the whole time, the energy in the room fairly normal until you both reached for the same pizza box. Your hands brushed together and you instinctively looked up at each other, a similar electric feeling running down both your spines.
“Oh, I can um…I can grab that.” you speak softly, almost afraid to speak in the sudden intense silence.
“It’s okay, I got it. It’s the least I could do after you almost stabbed me earlier for my inferior method of cutting pizza.” Spence replied with a soft smile.
“Hey, you were the one with the plastic knife, mister.”
“I’m never gonna live that down, am I?”
“Not as long as I’m here,”
You both broke out into laughter then there were a few moments of just eye contact before you’d started to lean in closer slowly. Like too fast of a movement would scare him away. It seemed like he would, too, but before either of you could touch the other, he quickly stood up and away from you.
“Sorry—um, it’s been a long day. I can take care of taking out the rest of the trash, you don’t have to stick around. Thanks for the help, though.” He says hastily, grabbing one of the two bags of garbage bags that sat by the door and quickly rushing off.
You sighed to yourself and grabbed your bag, heading out for the night and silently cursing at yourself. If it wasn’t awkward before, it would be now.
But you just couldn’t help yourself around Spencer, everything about him screamed out to you like some sort of siren call. Every time you weren’t around him, basically anything would remind you of him.
You just needed to bite the bullet and ask him out, so that’s exactly what you were going to do. The worst he could do was say no, right?
So the week after that, you had finally worked up some courage. The whole team was at a bar together, Spencer being the only one not drinking as per usual. You, being about two drinks in at this point, had enough of tiptoeing around him.
It’s now or never, you thought.
You went over to him while everyone else was doing their own thing in different spots in the bar, so it was just the two of you, and you sat yourself next to him.
Spencer looked over and smiled kindly at you, his brown doe eyes shining in the dim lighting. Your chest flooded with warm affection as soon as you made eye contact with him, and it made you that much more sure about this.
“Hey, having fun?” he asked cheerfully, the happiest you’d heard him in a while. Since you’d started working at the BAU, you’d realize when you thought about this moment later.
“Yeah, but um…I really need to ask you something, Spence.”
“Oh? By all means, go ahead,” he gestures for you to continue, turning his body toward yours to give you his full attention.
“Okay so…um…I…I like you. Like, I really like you—“ you started to say, before he interjected.
“This isn’t sounding like a question”
“Spencer, please”
“Sorry, go on” he sheepishly smiled, apparently having fun teasing you a little.
“Thank you, but I uhh…shit—“ you cursed.
“You were saying you really like me?”
“Right—so, I was wondering…if…if you’d want to…maybe…go out sometime? With me?”
“We…are out,” he gestured to the bar around the two of you, “right now.”
“That’s not what I mean—“
“I know what you mean, and I…I’m not sure.”
“What?”
“I’ve had a lot happen to me recently, between going to jail and everything that happened with Cat, as well as everything else and our jobs themselves…I’m not sure I have room to have someone else in my life. No matter how much I like you, too.”
You nearly gasped when he said he liked you, too, but you held it back. This was the most emotionally vulnerable he’d ever been around you. You weren’t going to take advantage of that.
“Well…” you take his hand in both of yours, holding it close to your chest. “We could take things slow…ride things out, y’know? But that’s only if you want to. I’m here to make sure you’re happy. Whether it’s with me or not.”
He stared at you silently for a moment, considering everything you’d just told him. He kept glancing from your eyes to your lips, as if he was contemplating at a speed your slightly buzzed mind wasn’t quite up to keeping up with.
Before you could speak or even think further on it, he was leaning forward and speaking low enough that only you would be hearing it.
“Let’s go, let’s go back to my place. We’ll talk about this more, I just can barely hear myself think with the music in here.”
You nodded and stood up from the booth, both of you waving goodbye to the rest of the team with gentle smiles before walking off.
Back at his apartment, he barely had the door closed 5 minutes before he was kissing you.
So much for talking things through.
The way his lips pressed to yours felt passionate, desperate even. Like he’d been waiting to do this for a long time. You let yourself relax into it, your hand drifting up to tangle your fingers in his hair. Everything about kissing him just made you want to lose yourself in him until you weren’t sure where each of you ended and began.
Then, just as suddenly as he started, he pulled away, taking in deep breaths and pushing his hair back away from his face but still close enough that you could feel his breath ghosting over your face.
“Sorry, that…I shouldn’t have—“
Before he could finish, you were pulling him back in for more. He wasn’t about to get away with a kiss like that with just a simple ‘sorry’. Not if you had anything to say about it.
The two of you ended up tangled together in his bed for the rest of the night, the blanket gently wrapped around you both in a comfortable silence.
Talking could wait, for now you were just…together, and that was more than enough.
#fanfiction#criminal minds#spencer reid#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid x reader#criminal minds fanfiction#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid x gn!reader#spencer reid x male!reader#dr spencer reid#mod ghost#sorry anon#but here you are#i was asked to write specifically italian reader so i tried#i hope he finds this#happy pride month
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The actual angle of the two of them answering that person's question after the mystics game! You could literally do a side by side
https://x.com/natfluential/status/1809423846665040349?t=jrySDqk3sn3LV1VwE5q_dg&s=19
Love you anon !!!
Can they both calm down with the heart-eyes 😍? Azzi stares at Paige every 2s as if she wasn't being interviewed on camera.
#sorry anon#I really don't know what you were asking for#like a collage with the other video ???#so lost#azzi fudd#paige bueckers
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Bro I cant even think of specifics would you be able to write a Cassidy drabble i need him incredibly bad
save a horse...yk the drill <3 nsfw below da cut
Cassidy grunts softly, chewing on the end of his cigar as you make your way over with a disapproving look on your face, you're shaking your head and grumbling at the sight of his injuries. He could care less about his scuffed up state - not when it was you tending to him. Cole is quick to flick the ash away, chucking the cigar and stomping it out once you reach his side.
Cassidy proudly presents himself to you as if his injuries were a badge of honour, grinning to himself when you fail to keep your stern expression, a small smile gracing your perfect lips. You're quick to cut through the fabric of his shirt to get to the nasty gash beneath, and he exhales through his teeth once your warm palms ghost his skin.
He should feel guilty - really, fantasising about the sweet little apprentice medic just doing her job. But he just can't help himself, shifting a hand over his belt uneasily when his mind starts to wander to deeper territories.
Cassidy wonders if you'd scream for him when he speared you open on his meaty cock, crying out his name as he pins you down with his bulk, grinding into you as you grasp at the cotton of his bedsheets below. He wonders if you'd claw at his back, marking him up and scratching gently at the weathered skin as he bullies the fat tip of his cock into your needy hole.
He'd cup your jaw, holding your chin gently as if to guide you whilst you parted those pretty lips around his shaft. Would you look up at him with watery eyes, fluttering your lashes like the sweet thing you were? Or would you take him to the hilt, gagging messily around his cock like a little slut?
Would you beg for more? Would you drool into his sheets as he holds your thighs apart, watching the way his cock disappears into your hot, wet cunt?
Cole shudders, just the thought of your pretty little pussy enough to have him hardening in his trousers. You're too focused on mending the wound on his side - your touches soft and fleeting. He wants nothing more than to bury his face between your thighs, he wants to eat you out until you're whiny and overstimulated, he wants to hear you complain about the beard burn between your legs the morning after. He wants you--
You suddenly clear your throat, and his honey brown eyes snap to you with the same sleazy gleam you'd grown accustomed to. You gesture towards his side, all immaculately cleaned up and covered with protective dressing.
Cassidy grins, tipping a hat to you with the intent of asking you for a drink later. "Thanks, doc."
#asks#requests#smut#request#overwatch x reader#overwatch 2#drabble#overwatch x you#overwatch imagines#cole cassidy#cole cassidy x reader#overwatch#cw: smut#i hate this#this is bad#i need sleep#x reader#sorry anon
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I'm sorry Anons! But there's nothing I can say... New or different, at the moment...
Everything is still the same, right?! Another promo, cute moments of them together, interviews, new pics and videos, words and looks, their behavior feeding our side... But at any moment, in some mag article, we could be called crazy... delusional...
And, obviously, there's even a new mysterious woman... "Who is she?" The sky is not the limit in speculation... 😜🤣
I follow from afar... None of this interests me... One day, when all this is over... And this silly rivalry within this fandom no longer exists... I believe that something will change... Until then, as long as people here continue with these old and repetitive discussions, like this one about the mysterious woman #345890... 🤪🤯, for example, everything will remain the same and no truth will come to light.
Why would Sam and Cait end something that brings them buzz? If we got used to crumbs, they got used to it too. They could have been more, and had much more than a fandom that worries, almost 100% of the time, about speculating about their personal lives and discussing this shit show that they themselves created. 🙄🤦🏻♀️
And SS Anon, I don't find anything weird in the way Sam promotes/sells SS whisky and gin. What I do find strange is someone creating a gin, a company, a brand, a whole promo about allocating part of the profits obtained from sales to art projects, only to sell it to "half a dozen fans" and only show one person who was supported through the sales of this gin. 🤪🤷🏻♀️
#sam heughan#caitriona balfe#sam and caitriona#outlander#outlander starz#outlander fandom#it's a shitshow#public life#fake life#anonymous#anon asks#sorry anon
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spot the difference
#i want to wrap him up in a blankey#evan peters#peter maximoff#sorry anon#american horror story#sad hamster#kai anderson#austin sommers#james patrick march#kit walker#tate langdon#jimmy darling#kyle spencer#colin zabel#stan bowes#luke cooper#girlblogging#coquette#hyper feminine#tumblr girlies#lana del rey#2014 tumblr#this is a girlblog#cinnamon girl#lizzy grant#girl interrupted#shitpost
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If its not too much of a bother could you show us how you draw or study faces?
This is such a dense subject and you could fill a book on each tiny feature of the face but if you're talking about like, facial composition and thought process then yeah sure!
#this is probably not helpful but I fire from the hip when it comes to drawing faces#so this is probably the only calcified thoughts I have on like#'how to draw a face'#sorry anon#ask#tutorial#art
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This is aimed at Toby:
STOP MAKING ME GAY!!!!!!!
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Eiffel and Minkowski hugging/being cute?
,,, you meant one or the other, right?
#god he looks like a wet rat#SORRY ANON#waiting for that one reblog to be like I MEANT HUGGING A N D CUTE 😭😭😭#LOOK I THINK HUGS ARE SUCH A GOOD ANGST SEGWAY JUST LOOK AT MY OTHER POSTS- YOU CANT BLAME ME#if I draw them being cute I’ll add it to this one I swear LMAO#wolf 359#wolf 359 fanart#w359#w359 fanart#doug eiffel#wolf 359 eiffel#renee minkowski#wolf 359 minkowski
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mirio togata x reader !!
maybe aged up to when their married?
🫐
OOH
It’s a bit short, sorry!
ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴛᴄʜᴇɴ ღ
summary: what non/nonnette said
warnings: none, pure fluff
Coming home to you was always fun. He knew, of course. He had done so multiple times before, Mirio Togata.
You had a routine. He came home, usually bruised. You sat him down on the living room couch, and started to tend to his wounds.
While he could have gone to the hospital to get patched up, he preferred you, his wonderful wife.
But today was his off day. Putting his arms around you as you made dinner, for the both of him.
And being Mirio, he got an idea.
“Care for a dance?” You turn to see your husband, in a slight bow, hand in front of you.
You giggle, and take it, and he twirls you around the kitchen. It feels magical.
So you dance. Round and round.
The waltz. The Charleston. Old timey dances. You name it. Even the tango.
But, all good things have to come to an end.
For the soup is burning.
Oh, to be married to Mirio Togata is truly a wonderful thing.
#mha#boku no hero academia#bnha#my hero academia#togata mirio#mha mirio#mirio x reader#mirio togata x reader#mha x reader#bnha x reader#candiiee writes#imagine#short fanfic#sorry anon#hope you liked it though
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what happened between John and Paul in India?
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what are your thoughts and opinions on regulus just lying there and taking it, being nothing but a good little fuck toy for whoever it is thats fucking him, his own plessure not being a guarantee or the priority
anon i love your enthusiasm ahshdjdh but i fear u chose the wrong acc for this ask ): but okay @fromagony can probably do smth good with this <33
#sorry anon#agshdidjd im such a praise kink girly#degradation is not smth i can write#but i believe in agon smut supremacy
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Absolutely sure Phil finds Dan hot in glasses and that’s why so often he puts Dan in his glasses
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Jhkglfsksoejeekelke that lastest doodle was so cuteeee
May I ask for more Elizabeth & William
yeag ok 👍
#SORRY i had to balance it out you understand#baby is so fun to draw actually very very fun scary clown <33#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#william afton#elizabeth afton#circus baby#blood#gore#child death#fazgoodles#sorry anon#asks#anon
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Who is the more embarrassing Dad: Clark or Bruce? And why?
they're fine on their own (occasional mediocre dad jokes and dad-typical grumpiness) but once they start sleeping together, it's a million times more embarrassing. like not only are your dads sleeping together, but their dates are displayed across every tabloid cover in HD. and the JL meetings just get even more unbearable. you can't escape the combined power of two super dads. no one can...
#asks#anon#superbat#bruce wayne#batman#dc#clark kent#superman#sorry anon#i'm on the go and caffeinated#so this is what i have
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Oooh can you draw Paul (Don Paolo) please??
im sorry anon. panel below cut because its so fucking funny. also ANON i drew paolo already hes just so hard to draw i cant do it again :so b: so if you wanna see just go check out the previous ask.
heres context: cheerful mystery is really fucking stupid. like. this is his response. after knowing that the genies that come out of the lamp look like the user except super fucking buff. thats kind of gay if you ask me.
#professor layton#hershel layton#don paolo#pl#doodle reqs#like dude?? hes DROOLING.#“uugh i need to see the buff version of him so bad”#like???#guys go check out the manga its actually the funniest fucking thing#its so unserious actually#laypaolo is canon to the manga guys#sorry anon
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