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Ok ok so.
Spencer x male reader where the reader has been working at the BAU for at least a year, maybe a little while longer. But! He has 2 full sleeve tattoos, and none of the team knows about it. Because he is always wearing suits or shirts that cover them well. (Also he has other tattoos but the focus of this idea was the sleeves.) And the reader is pretty buff in my mind but doesn’t have to be.
One night after a case they go to their local bar(O’Keefs? I could be so wrong). And the reader has gone home and is wearing a t-shirt under a jacket so when he gets to the table where everyone is the team is very 😱😮. And Penelope makes a comment about how attractive the reader is(flirts the way that she flirts with Derek) but later(or then, either) Spencer talks to reader and thinks that he is v-attractive with tattoos, not that he wasn’t before, cue rambling Spencer.
Last minute thought! This could also work with Aaron, so whatever you are feeling.
I just made the bar O'Keefe's because I didn't know either loll Also, sorry it's short, I didn't really know what to write 😅 Edited by @mystic-writes
Gif by @reidgifs
You walk into the bar and sigh, already feeling sweaty and gross. You knew this would happen, you just hoped for a miracle. But it's always hot on O'Keefe's, and even if it wasn't as humid out today as it has been, you still probably would be in the same dilemma as you are in now.
You walk over to the table filled with your co-workers, and you give a tight smile and wave, walking over as you take your jacket off, revealing a very tight white t-shirt.
"Hey guys," you say, sitting down, putting your jacket over the back of your chair.
They all stare at you, open mouthed.
"What?" you ask, trying to play it off, but you are incredibly nervous.
"You didn't tell me you had TATS!" Garcia exclaims, and a couple people glare at her, but you just feel yourself blushing.
"Uh, yeah…" you trail off, rubbing your hands up and down your arms.
"How did we not know this?" Morgan asks.
"He's always wearing long sleeves. Even when it's fuckin' hot outside," Emily says.
You shrug. "I didn't really want to show them off in the field I guess."
"What about at work? You could have shown them there?" Rossi asks.
You shake your head. "Where Strauss could see? She would have a conniption!"
Garcia, Morgan, Rossi, and Prentiss all laugh.
"How much have you spent on your tattoos?" Hotch asks, and you look over at him. He's eyeing your tattoos almost enviously.
You smirk. "I have an artist I go back to every time, and he gives me discounts. I can give you guys his number if you want? Just say you're a friend of [Y/N]."
Everyone clambors for the number except Hotch and Spencer, but you see Hotch inputting it into his phone when the others aren't looking.
Eventually, they all move away, and you're left with Spencer at the table, nursing a beer.
Spencer leans over and says, "Uh, ahem. So… I-I like your tattoos."
You feel yourself begin to blush again. "Really? I would have thought…"
"Thought what?" Spencer asks after you trail off.
You sigh and mutter, "I thought you wouldn't like them. That you'd think I was ruining my body with my tattoos."
Spencer's eyes go wide and he says, "What? No! I-I really like them. They're very beautiful."
He reaches a hand out as if to touch, but pulls away. You hold your arm out for him, and he looks up at you, eyes shining. You nod, and he reaches out, tracing your tattoos underneath his fingertips.
"Go out with me."
Your eyes widen as you blurt this put, and you go to open your mouth to say something, anything, but Spencer cuts you off.
"Yes."
You grin, and grab his hand.
These are my current rules for requesting! If your requests DO NOT follow my rules, they will either be changed or DELETED
1. NO CIS FEMALE READERS. I will write for anyone other than cis women. While cis women are allowed to read my works (I can't stop you) please know that everything I write is NOT for you. This is not a space made for you. Trans women are women but they are not cis, so I will write for them.
2. NO SMUT. I will not write smut for requests. Ever. It makes me super uncomfortable to write smut for others. When I write smut, I'm in my own headspace in a safe space with a story of my choosing. I will write for pre or post sexual encounters but nothing sexual will ever be written from requests.
4. Criminal Minds Boys ONLY. Any of the boys I will write for. I don't write cis for women.
Those are my three big ones, but here are some fast rules.
5. No pregnancy. I will write readers with kids but not pregnant readers. Pregnancy makes me uncomfortable.
6. No cheating readers or BAU boys. Cheating is not accidental and if you are raped that is not you cheating. Rape is not cheating.
Those are all my rules and if you request anything not following my rules, chances are it will get deleted. If you want a cis female reader, find another author. Thanks!
I’ve Done It Myself// Shelby Sister
Summary: They offer to cut his eyes but there’s no need
‘Fucking Bastard’, I muttered as I stormed into the kitchen. ‘What’s up with you?’, John hollered. I completely blanked out his words. I was steaming. Steamed could physically be coming out of my ears and I wouldn’t be surprised. My Brothers knew not to bother me when I was in this mood.
I stormed passed them into the betting shop. I walked over to the side cabinet and grabbed a peaky hat with the blades sewn in. ‘What are you doing with that?’, Tommy shouted to me as I walked out the door. I didn’t reply.
I’d been with Oliver for about 6 months now. Both of us being 19 we were still young but in love. Well at least I’d been in love. I’d been out at the book shop when I heard two girls muttering in the corner. They were pointing and staring at me as they spoke. I didn’t keep my mouth shut.
‘What you gorping at?’ I said as I approached them. They trembled abit as I walked over. ‘Please don’t take offence’, one of the girl said. ‘Offence to what?’ I questioned. ‘Your boyfriend been spouting tales about you down at the Garrison’, the other informed me. ‘Tales of what?’ I questioned again. ‘About what you do for him. In an intimate setting’, she stuttered. My mouth dropped. ‘He also said you weren’t the only girl he was with’. I thanked them for telling me and stormed off.
That led to me taking a Peaky cap from my brothers’ betting den and storming to the Garrison. Meanwhile, at the house, Finn had ran into the kitchen. ‘Where’s y/n?’ He asked his brothers, out of breath. ‘She’s just stormed in and out again. Didn’t say a word’, Arthur replied. ‘What the fuck is going on?’ Tommy questioned. ‘Oliver’s been spouting tales about her in the Garrison. Really bad ones. Says everything she’s done with him. And that she’s not the only Lass he’s with’, Finn rambled out. They all stood up and started walking to the Garrison. They all had the same thought on their minds, ‘I’m gonna cut him’.
Without knowing my brothers were hot on my tail I burst through the Pub’s doors. I saw him sat there laughing with his friends. ‘Do you fucking know who I am?’ I questioned him. He looked at me smugly, ‘what are you on about?’ He let out a breath as I dragged him out the booth and pushed him to the wall. Little did I know my brothers had walked in and the pub had gone silent.
‘Fucking cheating on me’, I spat in his face, ‘fucking boasting to everyone about what I do to you’. I laugh in his face. ‘At least I could get you off’ I shouted. I grabbed the Peaky Cap from my pocket, brought the razor to his eye and cut his eye. I forced my knee into his groin then dropped him to the floor. ‘You’ll get much worse if you carry on. Don’t fucking mess with the Peaky Blinders’, I spat on him then walked away.
I saw the looks on my brothers faces, ‘don’t worry boys. I’ve already done your job’.
opia
Pairing: none really. more of a platonic type of vibe with a muslim reader
Summary: opia: the ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable. Some moments detailing your life as an underground boxer, with the Avengers thrown into the mix.
Warnings: cursing
Word Count: 4586
A/N: I’ve been wanting to write for a Muslim reader for a while now!! Im nervous about posting this lol please let me know what you think and I’ll take any criticism, since I’m not Muslim. I tried my best looking up stuff that I wasn’t 100% sure about.
Underground boxing wasn’t supposed to be part of your plans. You had started boxing for fun towards the end of high school, and your parents and older brother had been completely supportive of it. What wasn’t to be supportive of? You were learning how to defend yourself. You spent countless times biking over to one of the many boxing gyms in one of the many pockets of Brooklyn.
But underground boxing- that was a whole ‘nother ball game. You hadn’t really gotten involved until college, when a friend of a friend of a friend asked if you were interested.
The lack of rules was what intrigued you.
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Well hello people who can think in their heads! I can’t !
So basically I can fonction without making sentences in my head and sometimes I force myself to actually think. And also when I read or write something there are no voices in my head.
This is earth shattering, I can’t believe there are people, who don’t think in sentences??? What the fuck is an abstract non-verbal thot? Y’all hoes think in Pictionary???? What the fuck
Chris Dating a Muslim
Chris Evans x Reader
AN: As always, I like to add a disclaimer that I, indeed, am an ignorant American and do not mean to insult anyone or perpetuate stereotypes. I simply try to be inclusive and educate myself while doing so. Deepest apologies if I have offended anyone, though this time I've gotten research directly from a source thank you so much, anon.
Requested: Yes, but it has been a hot minute
For starters, Chris would be so respectful.
If you were Hijabi, he'd never once even think of seeing you without your hijab before being married and if anyone on the streets or in town even looked at you funny for it he'd absolutely shut it tf down
Giving them dirty looks and staring holes into them as they snickered at you from afar.
maybe even a harsh, "What're you fucking looking at"
He doesnt want to be rude, but the ignorance levels in America for anything and everything they don't understand is enough to send him over the edge and piss him off.
like come on, your looking at heads of lettuce and some rando is pointing and staring bc he can't see your hair-- go to hell
also, never ever pressuring you to do anything you are not ready/willing to do before marriage, he understands and respects you totally
though as soon as you're married, gloves are coming off. He'd be super sweet and gentle for a while, worshipping your body and letting you know how much he's been wanting to do this and slowly warm you up to him just totally taking over in bed
he'd try his damnedest to differentiate between halal and haram, but at first he gets them confused so bad that it's comical
He'd point to some sausage and look at you with furrowed brows as he slowly debated which term to try, "Hal-" he'd say slowly, gauging your reaction before shaking his head and trying again, "haram."
You'd give him a nod and a giggle, as he spoke to himself, "Right. Haram, bad. haram, bad..."
Oh oh oh, okay so as we know he loves his beer. However, I think this would bring him to feel weird about his intake, maybe even getting him to cut it out completely.
You'd talked before about how you don't drink alcohol but that does not mean he had to stop, but he didn't like drinking it in front of you on top of him saying how he needed to stop anyway, so badaboom, beer is gone.
Muslim Reader Being Married to Anthony Mackie and Being A Part of the Original Six
Faceclaim: @shahdbatal
Warnings: Cursing I think thats it.
A/n: I decided that this would be a good Headcanon post, feel free to check out my other writings. I loved this idea and it was requested too! I wanted to make it a mix of social media and real life stuff so I hope you enjoy! Feel free to request no matter race, religion, gender or sexual orientation. You are all welcome and I want the enviroment of my blog to feel that way. I have more writings in the works too. Enjoy!
You and Anthony would be happily married for a few months, and you couldn't have been more grateful to have him as your husband.
You would have two different Wedding Ceremonies, one less traditional for his side of the family, and a more traditional wedding for your side.
He would always comment about how beautiful you looked on that day which would result in a series of eye rolls from you. Him constantly saying how he got lucky and if you decided to leave him he would sue you.
"How in the world would you sue me?" He would be walking to your room yelling back to you, "If there's a will, there's a way."
You would love to reminisce about the time you met, which was on the set of CA:TWS, you were a part of the original 6; playing, and being proud that you played, a badass female Muslim character named Faiza. She was a shield agent turned Avenger and is one of the last alive of the original 6. Anthony would always claim that he fell in love with you because you could probably kick his ass.
You would be bestfriends with Chris and Sebastian mostly. You had spent the most time filming with them and obviously got attached at the hip to them like Anthony had with Sebastian.
You would hate to admit it but at times Sebastian and Anthony looked more like a married couple than you and Anthony. That wasn't your fault though cause Anthony was relentless with complimenting Sebastian.
The only time this man would use his Instagram would be to post about you. Which obviously you didn't complain about.
You would be like a kid in a candy shop when asked about what playing your character meant to you. Whenever your eyes would light up in interviews at that question Anthony's attention would be on you right away, ready to listen to his favorite sound in the world. Your voice.
"I've said it so many times before and I'll keep saying it, I have no regrets for my decision to audition. Not only has this franchise given me my platform today and my fans today...it's given me the confidence to say I love who I am. I feel powerful as Faiza and I feel powerful as Y/n and the endless support from people has helped with that so much. And getting to know little girls that you used to be like when you were younger, scared of what people will think and or what the future will throw at you...it feels amazing being able to give them hope and the confidence that they can do anything. That there are no real boundaries because you make your own." You would finish with a beaming smile and applause, the loudest in the room obviously Anthony.
Anthony would be your main and greatest supporter. He would be anywhere for you in a heartbeat, and you vice versa. So when rude questions/statements came along he was the first line of defense...well second because you could hold your own.
There was this one interview where the question wasn't really a question but a rude and bold ass statement. "...honestly I think you would look better without that head wrap thing," That had to be the rudest shit you heard yet, hell, even Anthony recoiled. He went to lift up his mic but you were already on it.
"Thank you for your opinion, I was actually thinking about taking it into consideration for a second, then I remembered that I don't give a damn. Sadly your opinion is flawed, because I'm with a man that saw me wear it for many years, and he still put this ring on my finger. Although, you are slightly correct because I look good all the time. FYI it's called a hijab. Thank you for your question."
You never failed to remind Anthony that he married a powerful ass woman.
He would respect your religion and especially take part in Ramadan, even though you told him he didn't have to. He would always ignore you though saying, "If my baby gotta go through this I'm going through it too."
With actions like these, and love like yours, you both constantly reminded each other you loved one other. With or without words.
Chris Dating a Muslim
Chris Evans x Reader
AN: As always, I like to add a disclaimer that I, indeed, am an ignorant American and do not mean to insult anyone or perpetuate stereotypes. I simply try to be inclusive and educate myself while doing so. Deepest apologies if I have offended anyone, though this time I've gotten research directly from a source thank you so much, anon.
Requested: Yes, but it has been a hot minute
For starters, Chris would be so respectful.
If you were Hijabi, he'd never once even think of seeing you without your hijab before being married and if anyone on the streets or in town even looked at you funny for it he'd absolutely shut it tf down
Giving them dirty looks and staring holes into them as they snickered at you from afar.
maybe even a harsh, "What're you fucking looking at"
He doesnt want to be rude, but the ignorance levels in America for anything and everything they don't understand is enough to send him over the edge and piss him off.
like come on, your looking at heads of lettuce and some rando is pointing and staring bc he can't see your hair-- go to hell
also, never ever pressuring you to do anything you are not ready/willing to do before marriage, he understands and respects you totally
though as soon as you're married, gloves are coming off. He'd be super sweet and gentle for a while, worshipping your body and letting you know how much he's been wanting to do this and slowly warm you up to him just totally taking over in bed
he'd try his damnedest to differentiate between halal and haram, but at first he gets them confused so bad that it's comical
He'd point to some sausage and look at you with furrowed brows as he slowly debated which term to try, "Hal-" he'd say slowly, gauging your reaction before shaking his head and trying again, "haram."
You'd give him a nod and a giggle, as he spoke to himself, "Right. Haram, bad. haram, bad..."
Oh oh oh, okay so as we know he loves his beer. However, I think this would bring him to feel weird about his intake, maybe even getting him to cut it out completely.
You'd talked before about how you don't drink alcohol but that does not mean he had to stop, but he didn't like drinking it in front of you on top of him saying how he needed to stop anyway, so badaboom, beer is gone.
As always @theblueprintshawty makes the best one shots
Five's a Crowd
Summary: (Requested by @maximeevansblog) The reader and Chris' 2 Year Aniversary is coming up, and both have suprises in store.
Pairing: Chris Evans x female!reader, (platonic) Scott Evans x female!reader
Warnings: Cursing I think thats it.
Word Count: 1147
A/N: This writing wasn't gender neutral, obviously, but I still hope you enjoyed it. Don't be afraid to request, my asks should be open and you can obviously be anonymous about it! You can also DM me request. Feel free to check out my other writings too! Hope you enjoy this. <3
You clapped your hands startling Scott, some leftover flour flying into your face causing you to blow it out of your mouth. Scott shook his head going back to scrolling on Instagram but not before commenting.
"Idiot." this prompted you to chuck the spoon you have been previously using at his head. You untied the apron, that really didn't help, from around your waist and began cleaning up. Although, checking the time caused for you to halt all your actions and panic.
"Okay listen up Ass-Wipe..." Scott took a second to look up as if he didn't know you were talking to him but when he saw your glare he paid full attention.
"Since you apparently couldn't go anywhere today I need you to clean up, keep an eye on the cake and put the icing on it for me," Scott went to protest but you put up a finger shaking it.
"You've been distracting me all night and your brother is going to be home in about 20 minutes, and hell I need to get ready. So don't complain!" You began to leave the room going to get dressed.
You clapped your hands startling Scott, some leftover flour flying into your face causing you to blow it out of your face. Scott shook his head going back to scrolling on Instagram but not before commenting.
The 20 minutes felt like 5 minutes as you heard Dodger running to the front door. Your breath hitched as you looked in the mirror at yourself. Flattening your dress and making sure there were no stray hairs you walked downstairs to where you had the table set up.
"Hey bud, where's mommy?" He asked this walking into the room that you stood in. His eyes scanned up your body to your face and he smiled at you in the set up scenery. You attempted at a slightly fancy dinner but gave up half-way because Scott had been bugging you all night. So in your shared dining room replacing where the chairs once were was a picnic blanket sat on the floor. There was an assortment of food but what caught Chris' eye the most was the menorah that rested in the middle.
"Why is there a menorah?"
"I wanted the closest thing to 'candlelit' without burning down the house, you get what you get and you don't get upset. Come sit with me my love," You flopped down on the blanket and Dodger ran to you first Chris chuckling and joined you next. You pet Dodger as he gave you kisses and you handed a plate to Chris. You held up your hand at him.
"Please refrain from dirtying the dishes I would like to spend my whole 2 year anniversary dinner with you," You joked as he rolled his eyes and smiled at you. In retaliation he went to the chicken parm first placing it on the plate and you glared grabbing your own plate. You both began to eat talking and reflecting on your previous years.
"Yeah and I thought you were gonna propose and I was scared only for how Dodger would react," You laughed from your place on the floor next to Chris. You both had finished most of the food just laying down and looking at the ceiling, granted you had a projector set up with fake stars displayed so you weren't just staring at emptiness. Chris laughed pulling you closer and you rested your head on his chest feeling his chest rise as he laughed.
"Each time I think he's trying to steal my girl," He glanced down at Dodger who rested near both of your feet sleeping. You chuckled reaching down a bit to pet the sleeping dog in question, giving a stern but joking look to Chris.
"You might be right. If you don't propose soon he might take the chance to," You laughed turning back to Dodger and Chris chuckled a bit just staring at you both now with a proud smile. You glanced at your phone though as it began to vibrate a string of texts from Scott saying the cake was ready. You grabbed your phone and turned to Chris with a smile. You started to get up and pecked his lips heading to the kitchen.
"I'll be back." You rushed into the kitchen running into Scott. When he laid his eyes on you he jumped up and down giddily handing the cake to you. You smiled a thanks adrenaline rushing through you as you opened the door backwards.
"I have a surprise! So, the cake might taste bad but it came from the heart so-" Your words stopped as quickly as they started as your eyes laid upon Chris on one knee. Mouth agape and almost dropping the cake you quickly placed it down gulping, knowing your answer even before he was about to speak.
"Y/n I've loved you since the day I met you and that was obvious with the way I failed to take my eyes off of you. These past two years have helped reinforce the idea that this was the perfect decision. I'm ready if you are to not only end something, but start something beautiful. So, Y/n Y/l/n, instead of being my wonderful and beautiful girlfriend...will you be my wonderful and beautiful wife?" You moved closer with each of his words and you stood above him frozen for a second.
"Just wonderful and beautiful?" You both laughed and you quickly nodded your head pulling him up and into a kiss letting him put the ring on your finger. You pulled away from the kiss and smiled chuckling.
"I don't mean to one-up your surprise but I also have something," You turned around with the cake in hand and put it on full display. He turned his head in confusion and furrowed brows.
"I'm Pregant?" You huffed and yelled out of frustration, "Damn you Scott!"
"I knew I should've googled it!" He yells mostly to himself from the kitchen. Chris just laughed at the both of you placing the cake down and peppering your face with kisses. He kneeled down, just like before, and kissed your belly. He looked up at you with the brightest smile on his face.
"I can't wait to start our family." Dodger was jumping up at you causing you to sit on the floor with Chris and him. You pulled both of them in a hug.
"You two are just the cutest, I can't wait to be in this family too," Scott said with a mouthful and tried to join the hug but you held up a hand still hugging your two boys.
"No, you ruined my cake...and five's a crowd asshole."
Being ignored by people because I request Muslim Y/N is my favorite thing on earth (note the sarcasm)
How heavy is Bucky’s new arm???
so last time I was drawing Bucky I had some thoughts and they turned into research and this info sheet - somehow… y’all better find this useful or uhm… interesting…? please?
Don’t @ me if the math is incredibly wrong
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How did I not hear about France banning hijabs? What’s going on?
long story short, there’s legislation in the process of being passed that would
ban girls under 18 from wearing any form of religious head covering in public, and although it’s obviously aimed at muslim women, it would also affect other faith groups that practice similar forms of modest dress
ban islamic swimwear in schools and public (there is already a modest swimwear ban in place at public beaches, this just extends it)
ban mothers wearing hijab from entering schools or participating in school field trips or extra curriculars
ban the slaughter of halal poultry - the cheapest and most easily accessible form of meat protein for the muslim community
extend school hijab bans to universities
prevent muslim women from choosing healthcare providers based on gender (which many muslim women prefer to do, since many exams require removal of clothing, etc)
ban muslim parents from homeschooling
force halal markets to sell pork and alcohol or face closure
ban foreign flags at weddings
This Muslim woman took a photo in front of an anti-Muslim protest like a pro.
The person I reblogged this from deserves happiness and love
best comment i’ve seen on a video today
oh so when wanda maximoff creates an alternate universe to deal with all of her trauma she's "super impressive" and "the most powerful person in the mcu" but when i do it i'm "using unhealthy coping mechanisms" and "should go to therapy" smh so tired of these double standards