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I can't get over every little thing spencer reid does. like his little mannerisms are EVERYTHING TO ME. The way he talks with his hands, how he presses his middle finger to his thumb and rubs them together sometimes or moves it as if he's writing when talking, the way he scrunches his face up sometimes, the way he wrings his hands at all really like just playing with the fingers of his other hand or sometimes I've seen him just press his knuckles together and rub them together, the thin lipped pressed together smile he does as he awkwardly waves to new people he's being introduced to, when his hair is a long enough length and he tucks it behind his ears all the time. I think he does both sides sometimes and and and UGHHHHH I LOVE HIM
#i already knew this but writing this out just made me realize what a stimmer this guy is#that man is AUTISTIC#and i love him and i want him in my bed#i want to kiss him and love him and care for him and give him head#spencer reid you are so important to me#just#AAAAAAAHHHHHHH#spencer reid#criminal minds#spencer reid criminal minds#dr spencer reid#doctor spencer reid#agent reid#dr reid#i need him so bad it's concerning#i also love his rambling so much and when people cut him off or guve his discouraging looks i feel insane#CUZ WHY ARE CUTTING HIM OFF LET THR PRETTY BOY TALK#still cant forgive jj when she cut him off and was like 'interesting. coffee?' and got up in the middle of a sentence#effectively cutting him off#AND WE'RE SUPPOSED TO BELIEVE SHE'S IN LOVE WUTH HIM#FUCK OOOOOFFFFF#im a jeid hater#JEID DOESNT MAKE SENSE THEY HAVE ABSOLUTEY NO ROMANTIC CHEMISTRY IN THE SLIGHTEST#NOOOONE#edit: i need to add this even tho it's not exactky a mannerism BUT PUPPY DOG EYES#HE DOES IT ALL THE FUCKING TIMES AND IT KILLS ME#criminal minds fandom#criminal minds evolution#criminal minds spencer reid#criminal minds series
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God Spotify posts are so ugly stop autotagging my shit. I'll kill us both
#Keeps putting things tagged Spotify in my recommended and noooone of it is good. Get OUT!!!!!!#.txt
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I could have a million years and one day to knit a single sock for someone and I’d still be up at that final hour with a hairdryer trying to block the project the night before.
#anyway finished the first round of baby things#I kinda caved and made useless stuff. I made a cable knit sweater from non sw yarn#my rational is what if we get another 18° winter??? this could be the only thing that keeps baby from freezing to death!!#plus I mean in the end it’s not like these will fit in another heat so who cares if they survive the wash!#I do wish I had a more cohesive style and color palette. I don’t have much super wash and noooone of it matches#also I really suspect some of this sizing but…I can’t really know for sure.#knitblr
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Quand l'entreprise pour laquelle tu as postulé, il y a de ça pres de 3 ans, et t'a envoyé chier, de manière pas pro du tout, en te disant que tu n'étais pas faite pour le poste et qu'il fallait revoir ses exigences à la baisse pour le poste, te démarche pour te proposer un poste.
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i make a new mutual -> i follow a blog associated with theirs -> the new blog mutuals me back and the 2 blog owners are now also in a relationship -> time passes -> I begin to suspect that the 2 have broken up and that there may be slight malice between them
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law definitely chaperoned bepo to the renaissance tour
#law knows all the words mind u bc bepo got beyonce on the polar tang playing NOOOONE STOP#on a side note in canon#i do believe that law knows all of uta's songs#by heart#word for word#HUMS NEW GENESIS ON THE REGULARRR#TAPS HIS FOOT TO THE SONG#DOES THE DANCE WITH BEPO ONE TIME DESPITE FEELING MORTIFYING EMBARRASSMENT#headcanons.
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@eversolo continued from here
Ben wasn't wrong in what he was saying, which was honestly what frustrated the persistent woman the most about it all. Was this what tempted her father to do horrific things? Just because it was deemed necessary? If Luce allowed others to dirty their hands in her name, would she be just the same as him? Was she no better than him like she so badly wished to be?
It felt more comfortable being sarcastic then to continue facing her own cognitive dissonance. "Will I be discounted since we are acquainted already?"
#*runs at neck-breaking speed to write anything witcha*#I gotta make some icons of her cause she ain't got noooone#dynamic duo back in action lol#lemme know if ya need me to change anything or rewrite anything
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belli i bee gees a sanremo
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It just makes me happy that people love uncharted 😭
#honestly. Honestly. it has been a long time favourite franchise of mine.#like if we’re talking collective games as a whole - I can’t say Final Fantasy is Thee fave — because I haven’t played them all / prefer#some over others so it’s not a fair judgement - but uncharted was the first game I got for the ps3#and at the time noooone of my friends had it / played it. it was all halo and gears of war (I love gow but that is for Another Day)#and juuuust speaking with people online about it -#plotting and writing and just talking about characters that we love 😭😭#like fUck getting to write out scenes that are only ever loosely given to us in the game but then going and Writing it#sobbing that I’m having these opportunities 😭 and idk man I just.#if you have played uncharted and enjoyed it pls come forward#if you haven’t played it. pls do. it’s just such a fun and easy — and enjoyable game to get into!#you like puzzles? action#?? stupid quips that make characters loveable ??#ding ding ding! GO AND PLAY IT#and then download the multiplayer and come wear stupid costumes and shoot people when you’ve had a Bad Day#it’s a good stress reliever uwu
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all-of-this to-say. I hope you’re ok-ay, but. you’re the reaaasoon~ and noooone here’s to blaame…(ᵦᵤₜ 𝓌ₕₐₜ ₐᵦₒᵤₜ ᵧₒᵤᵣ ᵩᵤᵢₑₜ ₜᵣₑₐₛₒₙ?) and for. a. fort-night—
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'Someone' (Azriel x Reader)
Summary: The IC try to pry into your life and find out who you're crushing on.
Warnings : Noooone.
He was devastatingly handsome. Unfortunately for you, it did not bode well. You were supposed to be focusing on the meeting taking place and yet all you could think about was the shadowsinger seated opposite you.
"It would be best if we were to implement our previous strategy. What do you think Y/N?"
You snapped out of your daze and blinked slowly at your brother seated next to you. He looked at you expectantly as Cassian tried to stifle a laugh.
"Uhhh...yeah..we must...indeed." you choked out.
FOOL FOOL FOOOOOL. You screamed at yourself in your head trying your level best to get back your bearings and steer the meeting in your favor.
"Although, I do think we should discuss the previous strategy in detail and draw up a plan b in case things go south."
The others at the table nodded in agreement and you held in your sigh of relief. Rhys threw a suspicious glance your way but held his tongue. The people closest to you would describe you as an extremely focused and high functioning individual. Surprisingly for them and you , you were anything but that at the moment.
Azriel hadn't uttered a single word throughout the meeting instead choosing to listen attentively and observe , his usual mannerism. You stole another glance at him and froze. Fuck.
His eyes were trained on you, the gold piercing through the flecks of green and brown. Expression unreadable, he raised an eyebrow at your befuddled face. Giving him a crooked smile and almost wincing at how you must have looked, you turned your attention back to the matter at hand. Fantastic. Absolutely, truly fucking fantastic.
Putting in a ton of conscious effort, you managed to get through the rest of the meeting without making a fool of yourself again. Eventually, the conversation at the table turned into casual chatter. After all, everyone at this table was like family. You would fight for every single one of them.
"Y/N was heartbroken. It was rather funny to be quite frank." your head snapped in the direction of Mor who was shooting you a devious grin. It took a few seconds for the realization to kick in and you almost hid your face from absolute mortification. Today was going terrible.
"I was 25!! A CHILD in fae years." You defended yourself hiding your face in your hands. Laughter rose around the table and you sank further into your chair.
"Wait.." Feyre wiped a tear off the corner of her eye, trying to hold in her laughter. "so you're telling me, Y/N fell in love with a stable boy who was terrified of her? Why was he scared? What did you do?"
"She has this weird smile she ..." Rhys saw the glare you directed his way and a smug grin made its way onto his face.
"Okay..okay..I'm sure your love life has improved since then Y/N. Tell me, who is the unlucky guy these days?" Cassian asked sending everyone into a fit on raucous laughter yet again.
You were sure that everyone had noticed the way your shoulders tensed slightly. Cursing yourself for not doing a better job at hiding your emotions, you gave a casual shrug. "No one."
"Riiiiight." Cassian leaned back in his chair and looked to Azriel who had a small smile playing on his lips.
"What do you think Az? You're the spymaster after all."
"I don't pry into others personal lives brother." Azriel leaned forward placing his elbows on the table. "But...I might know who it is."
A flare of shock pulsed through you causing your heart to thump against your chest. Azriel noticed the change in your posture and let a small smirk slide onto his face. Handsome cocky bastard. Did he know?
You didn't think so. Aside from today, you had never given a hint of anything being strange or weird. He was probably playing mind games with you.
"So there is someone then." Mor's eyes twinkled , the makings of plan behind her eyes to glean the information from you later. You told Mor everything. After all, you were the best of friends. Which is why, you couldn't bring yourself to reveal this massive crush on Azriel yet. You knew Mor didn't love him that way and yet you couldn't speak to her about it.
"You guys are delusional. There is absolutely no one and I'm quite content thankyou very much. Also, spymaster..." you emphasized his title, giving him a sour smile "you need to brush up on your skills."
Azriel bowed his head trying to hide the grin blooming on his lips. "Now...if all of you are done gossiping about my non existent love life, I'm going to go spend some quality time with my new book." You left the room before any of them could notice the red blooming high on your cheeks. What you failed to notice however was a tendril of shadow reporting to its master about your flustered state.
That night as you were drifting off to sleep, a note was slid under the door into you room. It read
"It's hard not to pry when you're involved."- 'Someone'
You would be starting your morning with a heart attack tomorrow.
PART 2 OUT NOW ! READ HERE
Part 2 sneak peek here !
A/N: Let me know if you guys have any scenarios or ideas you want to read about. Would love to hear about them!
#azriel#azriel fanfic#azriel acotar#azriel shadowsinger#azriel x reader#azriel x you#azriel x y/n#a court of thorns and roses#acotar#acotar series#azriel x female!reader#azriel fic#azriel fluff
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Grhrhrhhrhrhr noooon (and creature nova bc- I mean... just look at him)
@venomous-qwille <3333333
#dca fnaf#daycare attendant#icy art#dca fandom#gitm#ghost in the machine#ghost in the machine au#ghhrraaahhhhhhhhh#explodes
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UNTIL DAWN.
synop: reader (callsign lark) and ghost chat over comms one rainy evening. maybe in the same universe as A/SMR ?
warnings: noooone ?
i have once again not proofread shit
The sound of rain pelting down on her makeshift tent was all encompassing, loud — and cold.
Under other circumstances, she would’ve loved the sound. The pitter patter of the droplets may well have lulled her to sleep, but not tonight. Camped out atop a roof adjacent to enemy territory, huddled up underneath a pair of wooden pallets and garbage bags that she’d propped up against the side of the wall, a thermal blanket held up to her nose in an attempt to retain some warmth — this was anything but comforting.
Maybe that was why her eyes kept flicking to her comm. Knowing a familiar voice was just on the other end of a radio wave. He, Ghost, never turned his off. Especially not while she was out on her own, “Manners,” was his response when asked why.
“Lt?” she begins, her voice a breadth above a whisper, “You awake? Over.”
There’s a lull of silence. Not even the static there to keep her company when she lifted her finger from the button.
“Copy, Lark. How you holdin’ up? Over.” came the slight grogginess of his voice, a telltale sign that he had been nearly asleep, if not outright unconscious.
She pauses before answering; namely, what was she going to say? She woke him, it had to be a better reason than being cold and lonely. He was probably cold and lonely too. If he even got lonely. He didn’t seem the type for it. In the two years she had known him, if there was anything she could figure, it was that Lieutenant Riley was someone who enjoyed his alone time.
“Lark?” his voice sounds again with a crackle of static, sounding more awake.
“Here, sir.” she replies, “Just . . . needed to hear a familiar voice. Sorry to wake you. Over.” and she expects that to be the end of it. It was silly of her to bother him over something so mundane. It was weak, and overstepping and —-
“Cold as hell tonight.” he says, dropping formalities. Her chest feels tight. Guilty.
“. . yeah.”
“Y’ got enough thermals up there?”
“For tonight, if it doesn’t flood up here.”
And she swears, she swears, she hears the end of a snorted-laugh when he answers, “The roof innit gonna flood, kid.”
Fighting a smile, she hides herself further into the silver blanket, ducking her head inside and curling her legs up closer, “You’re gonna feel real silly saying that when you need a boat to evac me in the morning.”
"Sure we got a little floaty around here somewhere, if it comes to that." he replies, taking on the tone of a man who thought himself to be hilarious -- having been on the receiving end of his jokes in the past, well . . .
"One with duckies on it, I hope."
"Mm. Nah. Little fish." the Lt. says, his smirk evident in his voice. A smirk she had never seen, but had grown quite accustomed to hearing.
"Nemo?" Lark grins, pulling her sleeves further up to cover her hands in the interim between their comments.
"High standards there, huh?"
"You have no idea, Lt. Nemo or bust."
"I'll see what I can do." he chuckles a bit, and she tries to picture him being up there with her. He was intimidating, no doubt about that, but he brought a certain comfort with him. A sense of safety, even. Must have come with the territory of doing what they did.
You either had each others back, or you all died. That, or get hunted down. Bleak, unless you sucked it up and worked together.
"Fallin' asleep, kid?" Simon's voice comes through again in a crackle of static.
"Nah -- don't think I'm gonna get much sleep tonight." still, she fights back a yawn. It wasn't a matter of not wanting to sleep, because she wanted to. Badly. Getting back to base couldn't come soon enough.
There’s a moment of silence, and she wonders if he had fallen asleep himself. She couldn’t even blame him. Freezing rain, creeping up on 3 A.M. Dawn isn’t all that far off, she told herself, just power through a few more hours.
“Can stay on with ya,” he suddenly says, clearing his throat a little, “Should at least try to get a few winks.”
“That your way of telling me to shut up, Lt?” Lark asks, not bothering to try and hide the sleepy smile evident in her reply.
“Maybe.”
“Brutal.”
“Do I gotta make it an order?”
“Maybe.”
He laughs. Laughs. It makes her chest tighten so unfairly; worse, when she realizes she would do damn near anything to hear that again.
“Get some shuteye, Lark. That’s an order.”
“Mm.” She hums, pulling her thermal over her head, listening to the rain continue to pitter-patter on her makeshift shelter, “See you in the morning, Lt.”
“Jus’ a couple hours.”
“ . . just a couple hours.” she mutters back, tucking her walkie underneath her chin as she settled back in. Forcing her eyes shut as he says a muffled ‘Goodnight’ into the comm.
A/N: i’ve had an idea like this for months, and when i read this, i couldn’t stop myself B) . . . might continue this ? idk
#cod imagine#ghost cod#cod modern warfare#cod mw2#simon ghost riley#ghost fluff#simon riley fluff#simon riley x oc#call of duty#drabble#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#cod fic
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Satisfaction Guaranteed | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader x Jake Seresin
Summary: Maybe tipsy, tmi confessions aren’t so bad after all
Warnings: Smut, threesome, oral, pnv, swearing, mentions of drinking, readers call-sign is maze, use of the pet name baby like a lot, not proofread. wrote this on a whim. a horny whim. 18+ ONLY, NO MINORS. Please, don’t be a silent reader. Feedback is highly appreciated, so are reblog. Let me know what you think! And if you would like to see more of these three! Enjoy, and happy reading ;)
You should really stop talking.
No, seriously, you need to stop talking. The more you say, the worse it gets. You’re a few drinks in and then bam! Suddenly you’ve decided to spill your guts out - not literally, thankfully - to your two best pals. Jake Seresin and Bradley Bradshaw. Two of the hottest and greatest men you knew had now heard every single thing they ever needed about your sex life. Or, well, lack there of. “Yeah and like, noooone of my exes ever wanted to go down on me. Not one! B-but I’m expected to give them head?! How unfair is that!” You hiccuped, as you dug yourself deeper into a hole.
But what was worse, was that they weren’t even stopping you. Maybe the alcohol was hindering their better judgment too? Either way, you were never going to come back from this. The shit eating smirks on their face and the looks they shared - the ones they thought you wouldn’t notice - only made you feel like more of an idiot as you finally began to rein in your pitiful rambling. “Oh, god, I totally just ruined the mood? Didn’t I?” You said in an embarrassed little squeak, face falling into your hands as you tried to hide from their piercing gaze. “Actually, Maze, I think you just heightened the mood.” Jake said, his voice low. You looked up, hands falling back down to your side as you caught Bradley’s eyes. Maybe it was the one too many drinks you consumed, or the sexual frustration that has been building up for months, but something in the way he was looking at you… fuck, it made you feel like a giddy teenager after a first date.
“Ya know, Maze, I think Hangman is right. I also think you’re right,” Rooster began. He noticed the way your eyes lingered on his face, more particularly, his lips… You gave him a look of confusion, nodding for him to continue. “It is unfair that no one’s repaid the favor of going down on you. Hell, it’s a downright shame.” Oh Christ almighty, you had to be imagining this. There was no way he was actually saying this right now. You could just die of embarrassment right now. “But I’m thinking that could change tonight, if you want it to.”
Okay what? This really, truly could not be happening. “I- Um- Huh?” You barely managed to get out, and Jake chuckled at your response. If now was the time for teasing, he’d say you looked like a fish out of water, with the way your eyes were wide and your mouth hung open as you tried to form words. But, Hangman was feeling nice, so he decided to help you out. “I think what Rooster here is trying to get at, is that he’d like to show you what you’ve been missin’ out on. I would too,” He said with a wink. Jesus fuck.
“Y-you b-both wanna…” you trailed of. “Fuck you? Yeah, darlin’. We do. Real bad, too.” As if Jake couldn’t get any cockier already, this was only feeding in to his attitude even more. “So, Maze, what do you say? How about you let Hangman and I show you how it’s done? Satisfaction guaranteed.” Rooster chimed in with a wink, and if you couldn’t feel your heart racing at a thousand miles per hour, you would’ve figured you died and gone to heaven.
“Okay,” you said. Maybe a little desperately, but hey, they offered.
And that’s how you found yourself in this moment now, with Bradley between your legs as Jake held you against his chest. His strong, tan arms around you for support as you rested your head against his shoulders and moaned out. “Fuck! Bradley, right there!” You cried out, feeling his mustache burning roughly on the soft skin of your inner thighs. It was glorious, like nothing you felt before. Well, really, it was nothing you felt before. But it definitely wasn’t like how you imagined it, or even read about. No, this was so much better. “You like that, baby? Does it feel so good, getting that pretty, needy little pussy taken care of after so long?” Jake hummed low in your ear.
“Yes! Fuck yes! So good!” Moaning out loudly, your thighs clenching around Bradley’s head. Bradley chuckled against your pussy, the sensation only bringing you closer to relief. “You gettin’ close, baby? You gonna come on my tongue?” Bradley asked, bringing his hot mouth away from your wet pussy for just a moment to ask, but still working you with his thick fingers. You nodded, the shine of the sweat on your forehead was like a beacon as he caught sight of your face and the pleasure that was painted on it.
“I’m s’close,” you managed to get out. The grip you had on Jake arms only tightened when Bradley’s mustache made contact with your clit. Dipping your head back in a moan, Jake attached himself to the skin of your neck. Licking, sucking, kissing any and every square inch he possibly could. “Come for me, baby. Come on my tongue, I know you want to.” Bradley encouraged you, his mouth still moving on you so quickly as you approached the heavenly gates of orgasmic bliss, before coming. And hard. “Fuck, shit, oh my God!” you moaned out, swears tumbling from your mouth as your body shook with your release. “That’s it, that’s our good little baby,” Jake spoke into your ear. His words of encouragement not stopping until you touched back down to earth again
And when you finally let out a heavy breath and opened your eyes, that’s when you noticed. Bradley, still sat on the edge of the bed and between your legs, was soaking wet. And the look on his face, was priceless. “Good God, baby, look at the mess you made,” Jake said in a laugh as he looked down at Bradley, who was still looking at you in complete awe. “Damn, baby,” said Rooster as he licked his lips. “I didn’t know you could do that,” you didn’t know either. You’ve never squirted before, but somehow Bradley managed to completely change your world in a matter of seconds. “I-I didn’t either,” you spoke. “That was-” you began, but the two men cut you off.
“So hot,” they said. “Yeah,” you said in a breathy laugh. “You ready for more?” Jake asked, and that’s when you could feel it. His hard on, pressing right against your lower back. “Because I still haven’t gotten my turn, and if Bradshaw can get you to react like that, you can only imagine the things that I’ll do.”
And thus, is how found yourself, yet again, being completely and totally lost in the pleasurable thralls of your two fellow aviators fucking you. Jakes cock was buried deep in you, reaching places no one had before, as Bradley sucked on your neck and toyed with your tits and clit. The room was hot and heavy, filled with moans and skin slapping skin all around as you came once again that night. Yeah, it was safe to say that satisfied was definitely guaranteed.
#bradley bradshaw fic#bradley bradshaw smut#bradley bradshaw x reader#bradley rooster bradshaw#rooster x reader#jake seresin x reader#jake hangman seresin#jake seresin smut#jake seresin fic#hangman x reader
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gooooood after noooon everyone im on a side quest today to do some test charms and acrylic standees an then i will lreturn back to comic stuffs
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