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CRIMINAL MINDS: Derek + Penelope + moments (part 1)
BONUS:
I tried to draw something with my old ""art"" supplies??
I especially love the orange highlight
she’s probably never worn a dress before, but she’s going on a date so she was persuaded by her big sister
[Commission info]
MC Menrah
A/N: Idk if this has been done before but if it has pls tell me what to call it lol. Just some songs that remind me of Rami and Co. Yes, before you ask; my music taste is superior to everyone in the universe’s. Feel free to ask why I picked certain songs, tell me which ones you like or hate etc. I wanna know.
LET ME KNOW IF I INTRODUCED YOU TO ANY NEW JAMS!
Elliot
Cherry - Chromatics
Got Your Money - Ol’ Dirty Bastard ft. Kelis
World Destruction - Time Zone
Day N’ Nite- Kid Cudi
White Noise- Disclosure
Life Is Killing Me- Type O Negative
Guerilla Radio - Rage Against the Machine
Stricken - Disturbed
My Own Hell - Five Finger Death Punch
Something In the Way - Nirvana
Closer - Nine Inch Nails
Break Stuff - Limp Bizkit
I Do Coke - Kill the Noise
House of Balloons / Glass Table Girls - The Weeknd
Same Ol’ Mistakes - Rihanna
Rehab - Amy Winehouse
Paper Planes - M.I.A.
L$D - A$AP Rocky
Insomnia (Original Mix) - Faithless
Hands On the Wheel - Schoolboy Q ft. A$AP Rocky
Rami
Bark at the Moon - Ozzy Osbourne
Groove Is In the Heart - Deee-Lite
Marigold - Nirvana
24K Magic - Bruno Mars (Shoot me in the fucking face for adding this one it’s so bad but so catchy this one’s for you @mr-musings)
Sex On Fire - Kings of Leon
Suck My Kiss - Red Hot Chilli Peppers
I Feel It Coming - The Weeknd
Doomsday - MF Doom
Hip to Be Square - Huey Lewis & The News
L-O-V-E - Nat King Cole
Your Love - The Outfield
Nothin’ But a Good Time - Poison
Waiting In Vain - Bob Marley & The Wailers
Holding Back the Years - Simply Red
Every Little Thing - The Police
Shoop - Salt-N-Pepa
On & On - Erykah Badu
Pony - Ginuwine (Story behind this one, I was listening to it while reading some rami fic and it made me imagine this: you go over to rami’s after a date for a drink and he offers to put some relaxing music on, you agree, he goes over to his sound system and fiddles with it for ages until he finally manages to find the play button and this song comes fucking blasting through the speakers. He spills his drink, turns bright red and apologises.)
Candy - Cameo
Try a Little Tenderness - Otis Redding
Josh
I Don’t Wanna Be Me - Type O Negative
The Motherload - Mastodon
Down With the Sickness - Disturbed
Dying Breed - Five Finger Death Punch
Gets Me Through - Ozzy Osbourne
Madhouse - Anthrax
Do You Like Jungle - Jayline
Gallons Of Rubbing Alcohol Flow Through the Strip - Nirvana
Bad Guy - 21 Savage
Party Monster - The Weeknd
Sex Reflex - Bile
The Becoming - Nine Inch Nails
In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida - Iron Butterfly
Kiss It Better - Rihanna
Don’t Take Me For Granted - Social Distortion
Red Lipstick - Rihanna
Excuse Me - A$AP Rocky
Tear You Apart - She Wants Revenge
Chop Suey! - System of a Down
Just Lose It - Eminem
Clint Eastwood - Gorillaz
Drum and Bass Father - Devilman
Ahkmenrah (12)
(idek why half of these remind me of him tbh, maybe it’s cuz I can see him dancing like a total nerd to them???)
Let’s Groove - Earth, Wind & Fire
Fade - Kanye West
Live For - The Weeknd
Wanderlust - The Weeknd
CHA CHA - D.R.A.M.
Funky Town - Lipps Inc. (Listen to this while watching that gif of him dancing at the DJ decks pls)
My Neck, My Back (This is another one to listen to with the gif mentioned previously)
Controlla - Drake
Still Of the Night - Whitesnake
Forever Young - Def Leppard
Turn to Dust - Def Leppard
It’s Tricky - Run DMC
Hotline Bling - Drake (Oh look, another song that goes with that fucking gif)
Snafu
Never, Never Gonna Give Ya Up - Barry White
Dirty Love - Motörhead
Cold Sweat - Thin Lizzy
Blackout - Scorpions
Top Jimmy - Van Halen
Zatar - MF Doom
You Drive Me Wild- The Runaways
Some Velvet Morning - Nancy Sinatra
You Don’t Own Me - Lesley Gore
Buona Sera - Louis Prima
It’s Late - Ricky Nelson
Big Spender - Peggy Lee
That Old Black Magic - Louis Prima
Desperado - Rihanna
She’s a Knockout - Social Distortion
Funnel of Love - Wanda Jackson
Calendar Girl - Neil Sedaka
Jukebox Joints - A$AP Rocky
Do You Wanna Touch Me - Joan Jett
Video Games - Lana Del Rey
The Skydancer sisters, Oshira, Akalia and Merriell!
they’re originally nelfs but i’ve made them human for this modern au i’m doing and they’re pretty af
Peaches Snafu x Reader
Request: The reader meets Snafu. He immediately begins to lewdly flirt, but to his surprise the reader disgraced him in front of everyone. When she leaves, he starts chasing her wherever she goes, because he LOVES when a girl's "fiesty" and plays hard to get.
A/N: I’m not particularly happy with how this came out but I really enjoyed writing Snaf!<3
You’re making your way around the crowded bar with your tray of drinks, balancing it as if your life depended on it. A large group of soldiers had filled the place, drinking away their sorrows and joking around. You squeeze through a gap between two soldiers who were facing opposite directions, lifting your tray above their heads so as not to spill anything.
You stop at a table of men who appear to have finished their drinks, smiling politely at them, you set new ones down.
“Lean over a little more sweetheart, the view is fantastic.” A slow, accented drawl says from behind you. You immediately stand up straight, setting the tray down on the table.
You whip round, a death glare already set on your face.
“Keep looking and I’ll switch the olives in the margaritas for your eyeballs.” You snap, one hand on your hip. The perpetrator grins, his wide, blue eyes shining at your threat.
“Is that a promise?” He smirks. He has dark, curly hair that looks as though it needs a good comb.
You continue to shoot daggers at him but he doesn’t appear phased in the slightest.
“Gee, keep lookin’ at me like that you’re gonna get me all worked up.”
“You won’t be able to get worked up if I chop your johnny clean off.” You fire back.
He chuckles darkly.
“Ah I see. You like to keep souvenirs.” And with that, you’d had enough. You grab the tray from the table behind you and hit him upside the head with it. A mixture of gasps, laughter and ‘oo’s filled the bar. The man fell to the floor with the force of the blow.
“My souvenir to you. A nice, big shiner.” You smile, brushing your hands off then walking away. You hear him call out to you, his voice woozy.
“I’ll treasure it as long as I live, peaches!” You roll your eyes and tell your manager to escort him out.
*
The next morning, you’re carrying a large, brown bag of groceries back to your house. You can just about see over it, but your quaint little home is only a ten-minute walk away so you persevere. Your arms are aching a little, and you let out a sigh. The next thing you know the bag is being taken from your hands.
“Thank you so much, but you really don’t have to-“ Your thankful speech is cut short when you see who has relieved you of the bag. “You.” Your voice is little more than an angry hiss. It’s the man from last night. His sickly sweet smile the same as it was mere hours ago, minus a small cut in the left side of his lip. A dark bruise cascades down the side of his face.
You feel a twinge of guilt, but then remind yourself of how he disrespected you at work and brush it off. He switches the bag from both arms to one, extending a hand for you to shake. Of course, you refuse, but he isn’t deterred.
“Merriell Shelton. But ma friends call me Snafu.” He introduces himself. “Ma sincerest apologies for ma behavior last night, but I just can’t control maself when a lady as beautiful as you catches ma eye.”
Your lips purse involuntarily.
“Clearly.” In the silence that follows, his eyes travel from your face down your body, a slow smirk spreading across his face. You want to punch him, but he’s holding your groceries. You’re mortified to feel your thighs clenching and your cheeks heating up under his gaze. He’s an asshole, but an utterly gorgeous one.
“Would you be so kind as to give my groceries back?” You seethe, now not only angry, but embarrassed.
“Absolutely not. I could never let a woman struggle with such a load.” He insists. “Lead the way ma’am.” Although his manner is far more polite than the night you met, his eyes give away the inappropriate thoughts that are running through his mind.
“I asked you nicely, don’t make me ask you again.” You sigh.
“I’d never make ya do nothin’ you didn’t want to.” Merriell grins.
“Then I suppose we’re going to be here all day.” Your tone is testy, eyes narrowed at the difficult man standing before you.
“I don’t mind. Just means I get to look at ya some more.” His expression is playful, but you know he’s dead serious.
After standing there for a while, staring each other out, you give in.
“Fine. Follow me.”
“I’d follow that backside through a ragin’ battlefield.” He chuckles. At this point, you realise there’s nothing you can say or do that’ll stop him from flirting with you so you decide it best to simply ignore it.
You begin to walk, wanting to hate the way you can feel Merriell’s gaze burning into your back, but you just can’t. No man has ever pursued you so unabashedly, and something about his forward manner is so attractive to you, even though it shouldn’t be. He’s crass, with a filthy mouth, but you can’t help but imagine what said mouth would feel like pressed to yours.
Relief flows through you at the silence that has fallen, but it is short lived.
“Sure smacked me one good last night, damn near forgot ma own name.” He laughs, at least it wasn’t inappropriate.
“You deserved it.” You reply bluntly. You hear him exhale through his nose.
“Ain’t the first time ma mouth got me in’ta trouble.” He admits.
“I’m sure.” You mutter, not particularly wanting to prolong the conversation.
“You never told me ya name.” He pipes up, falling into step beside you.
“Y/N.” You reluctantly inform him.
“Y/N, Y/N.” He repeats, rolling your name off his tongue fluidly. You have to admit, albeit internally, that it does sound good. “Beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Feisty too.” He muses.
“Can’t say that’s the first time I’ve heard that.” You snort humourlessly. The corner of his lip quirks up in a half-smile.
“What, that you’re beautiful or that you’re feisty?” He replies, one eyebrow raised in genuine curiosity.
“That I’m feisty.”
He hums thoughtfully.
“Most men can’t handle a woman with a lil’ fire in her heart ‘n’ a knife for a tongue.” You’ve heard many words and phrases used to describe your standoffish manner, but never had you heard it put in such a way. It was nice in a way, made it sound less negative. He almost romanticised it.
And as much as you hated it, it made your heart flutter.
To your dismay, you could see your house mere feet away. Despite what you’d previously felt, you’d come to enjoy his company and had a sensation that you’d wasted your time with him. Curse his charming ways. You eventually come to a halt at your little, wooden gate, holding your arms out for the bag of groceries.
“So this is home huh.” Snafu smiles, surveying the property. He still hasn’t handed you the bag.
“Yup. Thank you for helping me out, but I can take it from here.” You smile. He brightens at this.
“A smile from the woman of steel! I feel most privileged.” You roll your eyes.
“How will the lady open her front door with no hands free?” He smirks, winking at you. You stand before him, tapping your foot impatiently and an indignant look on your face.
“Fine. But after that, scram.” You lead him up the pathway, past your front garden filled with pretty flowers and to your door. Floral baskets hang either side of it.
“Like somethin’ outta a fairy tale.” Snafu comments. Once the door is open, he hands you your bag as promised. He steps back, off of the doorstep. He raises a hand in a salute. “Farewell Y/N. I was lucky to make your acquaintance.”
“Bye Merriell.” You wave.
“Please, call me Snafu.” He grins, then begins making his way back down the pathway.
For some godforsaken reason, your stomach lurches. In the short walk to your house you’d come to realise he really wasn’t as bad as you originally thought. You’d even come to fully appreciate how handsome he was. His broad shoulders, his habit of biting his bottom lip when he was considering something, the way the green of his uniform complimented his olive skin…
“Snafu!” You suddenly call out. He stops at your gate, turning to look at you. “Would you like to come in for some tea?” You say breathlessly. A beautiful smile spreads across his lips, no suggestiveness, no inappropriate look in his eye, pure happiness.
“Why I’d love to peaches.”
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