#anyway yeah let's see if i actually finish anything and post it huh

[popponn]

idk if you accept requests but i badly want to read the blue lock boys with the orange peel theory going around on tiktok 🥹

notes: anon, i was in a slump and then you come with this, please know i cant get it out of my mine for 2 whole nights. so, please have this, i hope u will enjoy it & your fave is there. also shoutout to @doobea for helping me with rin & barou esp <3 aso for standing my yappings. warning: none, post canon au in mind, reader's gender unspecified.

character: isagi, kaiser, bachira, chigiri, nagi, reo, rin, sae, barou + bonus

isagi

sweet boy will do it with a smile. is not the tidiest but you can now eat your orange while sharing with him. has a vibe that he is sort of used to doing this somehow. a total win still. if you do the same for him he will get flustered. also asking this is one of the quickest ways to get mr. egoist switches to mr. sweetheart boyfriend.

“Eh, why are peeling one too? I already… for me…?…I, uh—I see. Thanks… I—I am… give me a second.”

kaiser

you are the one who will peel for him—unless you throw a fuss and give him a silent treatment because this guy's pride is no joke. he can, he just doesn't want to. but to appease you and gain back his rightful spoiling, he will. afterward, at least, he learns his lesson and when you are about to peel one yourself, will take it and peel it beautifully for you like a second nature.

“…the fuck are you staring at? Just take it. You are about to eat it anyway, right? Then what's the big deal?”

bachira

yes, he will no question asked but is it worth it. probably will make a mess out of his energy. you will be laughing along with him somehow though so it is worth it. having the sunshine doing anything in front of you is a guaranteed smile-inducing routine. as for the orange, please do switch to other alternatives, for example: kisses, as suggested by him.

“Isn't this better than orange? Huum, huum! More healthy, sweeter too, right? Another one?”

chigiri

depending on his mood, you will either get a very cute orange peel or a half-peeled orange (at best) you have to finish peeling yourself. on the former, you get a smug bf who will feed you like it's a pocky stick. on the latter, you better be the one feeding him while hugging and cuddling him. multitask somehow. also, give him kisses because he is called a ‘princess’ for a reason.

“Ah, being in your arms being fed like this… yeah, yeah. I know don't worry. I will repay the favor.”

nagi

realistically, you will be the one peeling it for him and forcing him to eat one. because why would he even touch one? he is too lazy for that, nothing personal. but, let's say he really, really loves you: he still won't, he will just give you orange-flavored jelly in replacement. it does come from a place of love though, he genuinely thinks it's less troublesome to eat and, hence: better.

“Eating that is troublesome. It taste the same too. We can also do it while kissing. Mouth to mouth. Better right?”

reo

normally, will get a servant to peel it for you and him. though: can he do it? will he do it if it must be him? no question asked, absolutely will, all while chatting and staring at you with so much love. totally mr. k-drama male lead. you and your premium orange are in good hands.

“Oh, man, you are sometimes really …huh? Nah, I mean, I like doing this. It's just now I feel like I have to do this every time, so… yeah.”

rin

the first time, he will click his tongue and mess up. he will crush the orange. better never speak of it again, just know he loves you wholly despite everything. then a week passes and suddenly you will get a professional competitive orange peeler part-timer. without asking. just eat your orange. unless you are sick of it or it makes you actually sick.

“Did the orange taste good? … good. Nothing. You just look… nevermind. Do you want another one?”

sae

will he or will you. realistically, no? there are two possible reasons: 1) he can't. his whole stat is in soccer. 2) “you can't?” aka is it worth it getting judged by him. in case #2 though, just act cute and aim for his soft spot for you, he will fold and peel it with you pressed to his arm. he will grumble or glare but that's just itoshi-esque tsundere.

“You can't do something like this yourself? This will be the only time I’m doing this… Also who told you to move away?”

barou

our king. will peel the skin and the white fiber for you. tidy peels and if you know your way around his heart—you do just smile or blink and he is gone—he will also feed you. 10/10 execution no notes. probably will do this in kotatsu, dinner tables, and other domestic settings that are not bed while being a tsundere.

“I’m doing this just so you don't make a mess, got it? Also, scoot closer, your leg is kicking me—what do you mean I’m lying?!”

bonus

kunigami will, both before and after wc because you are his world. the difference would be in his expression only and there is that because his love for you would never change. shidou will but genuinely, please just peel it yourself. aiku will, not without teasing you though. gagamaru will either will or teach you how to eat the skin too. zantetsu wants to do it, but it will be really messy so please just don't. hiori will do it like a sweet boy, but if he is in his sadistic mood he will tease you for a bit before finally feeding you.

[hiskillingjar]

Do you think you can make more of ren Hana x reader please and keep doing amazing amazing job 

yeah sure.

1300+, hyperfem mc, kind of...au post BTD2 ren where he's trying to be a normal guy and. doesn't work out for him. cw for ref to CNC but we're all freaks here so......

College was supposed to Ren's fresh start.

Well, community college was supposed to be, anyway. A full bank account and a computer full of fake documentation software and malware couldn't get him into a regular school (what with a lack of a GED and all).

So, he had applied to the closest community college with a sob story (something something abusive relationship that forced him to drop out, something something he’s trying to build a life for himself again) and gotten in on a partial scholarship to finish his high school diploma, and to study coding and programming after the fact.

It was good. Or, at least, it was movement to start a new life for himself, a normal life, a life he could be proud of that wasn’t built off of the legacy of-.

Then she happened.

He wasn't going to do this, he had told himself from the beginning. He wasn't going to let himself get caught up in the dazed and familiar spiral of infatuation and dangerous obsession, as he was so prone to do.

She deserved better than that. She was good and he was going to be good, too.

But...he was never that good at controlling himself.

Which was why they were making out in the college library, his hand up her frilly skirt (he was a sucker for that kind of thing and she almost leaned into it) and his tongue down her throat.

She moaned little whimpers against his lips, pressing her fingers in to his hair, her fake acrylic nails occasionally scratching at his scalp and rubbing the base of his ears, making him totally melt against her.

They were decorated with ‘My Melody’ charms this week, the pink matching the pale streaks in her blonde hair.

Like she had been plucked right out of his fantasies and placed in front of him.

Like a steak in front of a starving animal.

“Ah, Ren,” She gasped sweetly, wrenching her lips away from his as his fingers stroked over the front of her underwear. He pressed two of them against the slightly damp fold, and idly circled the plush flesh underneath, feeling the wet fabric cling to her skin. “Mmm…noooo, don’t…”

“You like that?” He whispered, dipping his head down to kiss her neck.

She smelled of perfume and powder foundation, and he was addicted to it.

“Stoooop,” She whined with the slightest pout, pressing her face into his shoulder and gripping his hair a little tighter, pulling a little too hard for it to feel good.

“Ngh,” Ren let out a little grunt, pulling himself away and shaking his head (like a startled animal) before staring at her, his brows knitting together as he drew his fingers back from her panties. “Are you not into this? Should I stop?”

“Huh?” She blinked as he pulled back, her fake lashes fanning against her cheeks, making her eyes look even bigger and doll-like. God, no wonder he was crazy about her. “Oh, no, I’m…really into it, actually.” She admitted shyly.

“But,” He tilted his head with a confused look. “You were telling me to stop…”

“Um…y-yeah,” She giggled, her cheeks flushing a soft pink, matching her blush, as she idly scraped a lock of pink hair behind her ear. “Ah, not to freak you out out or anything, but, mm…I’m kind of into that sort of thing…consensual-non-consent, roleplay…stuff. And, you know, we’ve been seeing each other for a while, so…”

Ren blinked too, his ears tilting back as his expression gave away even more confusion.

"Non-consent? You...think about that stuff?" He asked, idly hooking a fang over his lip and biting down.

"Ah," She shook her head and covered her face to hide a bashful smile. It was a ridiculously adorable gesture. "I-It's not that big of a deal...and a-a lot of girls are into that stuff, more than you think!"

"Isn't that kind of messed up, though?” He continued to press, drawing his hand back from her thigh and letting it trail down to her knee, where her sock was slipping down.

“I mean, I know it's a little messed up, even if it’s not...the real thing," She insisted, her hands back in her lap (like she was chasing after his hand, chasing some way of grounding her body to the Earth) and looking at him, sweet sincerity in her big eyes. "I know it is. But it's like a...reclamation kind of thing, you know?"

Ren frowned.

"Reclamation, wha...?"

"Like, taking bad things that have happened to you and,” She paused, biting her lip to hide a thoughtful frown of her own. “...Putting them in a situation that you have control over. A situation you can stop, if you need to."

"Huh..."

He’d never considered anything like that before.

Ren did know, probably more than most, that there were a lot of…weirdos out there (pot calling the kettle black, he knew), but he hadn’t considered that she might be like that too.

It didn’t make sense to him. She dressed in pink and white, got new nail designs every two weeks, and told him extensively about her plans to program a game about cat sitting when she had finished their course.

Girls like that didn’t have the darkness that he had, did they?

She was his ‘sweet one’, after all, his innocent, little angel, his doll, his Madonna, his-

"Please don't think I'm weird..." She murmured, her smile dropping at little at his extended silence. “I was being a little hasty, I know that. We don't have...I was just trying-"

She was so nervous. She was so worried that showing her darkness was going to scare him off.

If only she knew how often he though the same.

"No, no, I-" Ren cut her off with a slight chuckle, rubbing her knee affectionately. "It's okay," He then said, giving her an encouraging smile (trying not to let it grow into something bigger, scarier, more threatening, more honest). "I...I like it too, I think.” He knew, but he didn’t want to tell her too much. Not yet. “I like that you like it, too. We can keep going."

Her eyes widened a little and that sweet, innocent smile came back to her face.

"Really?" She said, her voice filled with something close to awe.

"Yeah," He dipped his voice down low and moved in closer again, reaching up and wrapping his fingers around her wrists and squeezing tight, keeping them pinned together (in lieu of any bondage) as he gave her a fang filled smirk. "Let's keep going."

She shivered, trying to wrench her wrists away from his grip as he pressed his smirk to her neck for a harsh bite.

“AH!” She gasped, her soft thighs pressing together as he dug his teeth into her skin, bruising her, marking her as his. “No, no…s-stop-“

He paid no attention to her protests (uncaring if they were even real or not) as he dug his teeth in a little harder, feeling the first pinpricks of blood welling against his lips as he reached one hand back up her skirts and began to knead at her panties again.

She was much wetter than she had been before, and he didn’t stop himself from purring lowly in delight.

“Dirty girl,” He murmured hotly, laving his tongue over the bloody bite on her neck. Her cute blouses weren’t going to hide that one, and he struggled to contain his delight about that. “Getting off on this, aren’t you? Me touching you when you don’t want it.”

“Nghh…” She kept twisting in his grip, her bottom lip swelling as she bit down even harder. “I’m not…getting off-“

“Yessss, you are,” He drawled, suddenly pulling the gusset of her panties to the side and pressing his fingers inside of her. Thank god it was late, and the library was empty. “Look at that, angel…I think your body is smarter than your head~”

“Fuck,” She swore, pressing her face into his shoulder again and tensing up even tighter. “T-That’s good…”

“I know,” He crooned, pressing a wet kiss to her cheek and sliding his fingers deeper. “I know it is. Good girl…”

“Just let me take what I want, now…”

[shizukufangirl]

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You were signing some documents as you sat in your office, it wasn't anything hard

You were just signing them, not bothering to look at it, as you wanted to finish quickly.

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"Ugh finally, the last document, I can finally rest now." You said as you put away the documents, suddenly, there was a knock on your door

"Miss/Mr, [Name] , I came here to collect the documents you signed." Your assistant, Akane said as she came to collect your documents.

"Thank you Akane, could you bring me a cup of [Hot Beverage]"

"Of course, Miss/Mr. [Name], Hehe, signing all these documents must've been tiring huh?" Akane said with a giggle.

"Yeah.." You replied with a sigh, kind of annoyed because you wanted to drink [Hot Beverage] as soon as possible.

"Oh my, I must get going know, I'll bring you your [Hot Beverage] soon."

'Finally' you thought as she left quickly, you checked your phone to see a dozen of missed calls and messages, whoops.

Nakahara Chuuya

[Name] are you there??

Yes, I am, what's the matter?

Boss requested to see you... An hour ago..

Oh shi*t..

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You were really fucked now, you mumbled curses as you dashed out of your office, bumping into Akane in the way.

You let out a quick apology and continued running.

Surprisingly you got there less than 6 minutes later, which is kinda impressive because the distance from your office and the bosses office is really far.

You cautiously knocked on the door

"Come in."

As you opened the door there was the boss, Mori Ougai in all his glory, sitting in the chair behind the desk, his 'Daughter' Elise on the floor beside him, drawing with crayons.

"You requested to see me, boss?"

"Yes, an hour ago actually." Oh shit

"I deeply apologize for my behavior, boss"

"Hm, I guess I could let it slide this time, don't make this mistake again."

"Understood, boss." You sighed in relief.

"Anyways I have a mission for you.

this mission is..."

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As you walked out of the office you thought of the mission he just gave you, you had to go undercover as a detective in the armed detective agency, gain their trust and steal the documents that are important to him.

The only reason why he chose you is because neither Dazai nor Yosano knew who you where, otherwise he would've picked someone else.

As you were walking you spotted Chuuya and walked over to him.

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

"Gah! You scared me you bastard.. What do you want? Did you get a mission from boss?"

"I did actually."

~ After explaining the mission ~

"YOU HAVE TO WHAT?!"

"Tsk, could you quiet down, I don't want the whole world to hear you."

After he calmed down he asked you

"But why you? Why couldn't he pick Me or someone else?"

"It's because Dazai knows who you are Chuuya."

"I get it, but why not someone else like Tachihara?!"

"The black Lizard raided the agency, remember? He was there."

He nodded in realisation, then asked again

"Do you want to drink some wine? My treat."

And how could you say no to that?

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Chapter one of this is over, I'll post chapter two tomorrow, I know I should have picked wattpad or something else to write chapters, but I chose Tumblr. Also, who do you want your love interest to be?

[Reader] is gender neutral, Akane is my Oc btw, she's not a love interest :)

[pulsedmaggot]

jimrey, 28 from the prompt list 😈

tucks hair behind ear hi natey its been 8 months. since you put this in my inbox i dont even remember where the og prompt list is but ermmm heres jamber & cobalt doing it. on a bike !!! ¡¡¡ te quiero !!! ... y lo siento </3 | prompt 28: motorbike | warnings/tags: theyre kissin, theyre fingerin, in public, on a bike, it's a whole thing, established relationship because i love that for them, lowercase intentional because i suck, no slipknot but imagine if you will: 2019ish era them | words: 1,586

for 18+ audiences only, minors dni

the venue they're in starts to pick up that atmosphere of dust that can only be captured by a blaring strobelight.

on stage, there is a man, who may or may not be jim’s entire moon and stars, blasting waves of sonic excellence that can only be absorbed by the audience roaring back at him. jim is off to the side somewhere, leaning with his back pressed against a bar with a smile on his face. that's his corey up there, ping ponging around, sweaty curls strewn about his forehead while his hands never leave his guitar. it brings jim to a familiar memory; that same face of pure ecstasy, same sweat, minus all the people and the singing. maybe some singing actually, knowing corey.

lights turn down then up then down again, and jim knows where to find him later, and corey knows where he wants jim to find him. he didn't have anything to drink during his time loitering around the bar (maybe he had a shot, come to think of it, but it tasted like pure gasoline water so it shouldn't count), but he leaves a nice tip on the counter. his guy’s show left him in a generous mood, maybe even an array of moods to explore later, if post-show corey wasn't ready to curl around a bag of snickers bars and pass out on his couch once they left.

he's outside and the second love of his life is sitting pretty on a kickstand, its chrome finish sparkling patiently in the lowlight of the alley. the closer jim gets to his bike. ready to rev up and wait for his boyfriend (an insane word to use for them, at their age, but they've found that it works for whatever they're doing anyway), a body he doesn't remember putting on it steps into view. shorter than him. sneakers that flap when they skid across the pavement. curls hanging low and sticky to the neck. a stupid smile and an even more stupid, beautiful, mellowed-out gaze. ah yes, of course. who else but the aforementioned boyfriend.

“still can't believe you ride this thing.” corey scoffs, his palms resting on the leather-wrapped seat jim just got replenished not too long again. “when are you gonna get a real car?”

“like you don't know how the inside of my car looks.” jim is chuckling when he wraps his arm around corey’s shoulders as silent praise for an act well done. “when are you gonna stop hopping in and out of my sick rides, huh?”

“never.” corey noses his shoulder. jim feels his teeth. “never.”

they stay looped around each other, corey’s trembling body searching for more of jim with his hands. jim feels corey sliding up his motorcycle, and the bottom of his heart itches at the idea of this idiot flipping them both over. he holds corey by the small of his back, tickles him with the forest of hair covering his chin, has a window open the moment corey recoils to complain. corey slows down when jim’s lips suffocate his. their clothed knees are safe from gravel another day.

corey is humming deep, inhaling every time jim exhales, and that he can't put on a brave face for, let alone keep them from tasting a broken tooth.

“hey, c’mon,” jim may be grinning like an idiot, but he has enough sense to pat corey just above his ass, “let's take off, yeah? i’ll let you wear my helmet.”

corey makes a noise, hangs his head like a sad puppy while his hands smooth down the front of jim’s shirt. if he didn't know better he'd think he was pouting. if he knew worse than that, it'd be turning him on more than it should.

“no one's gonna see...” one of jim’s buttons slips free, then another, then he's catching corey’s wrist and holding it tight when their eyes meet. “james.”

“um-” jim swallows back a tablespoon of his own spit when corey looks at him with a flushed face and furrowed brow, his mouth is open and waiting, and upon closer inspection of his groin something else is also waiting, trapped behind skinny jeans. “see what?”

corey makes that noise again. tries to pull jim closer. starts scooting backwards up the seat of his harley.

“i’m sayin’, like-” jim laughs, because this is far too ridiculous to still be hot, yet corey’s eager prick is still begging for attention, “like, how? not no, exactly, just… how.”

“you've never fucked on a bike before?” corey drops his fussy attitude once jim releases his hand, says it like it's on the same level as baby’s-first-second-base.

“you have?”

“no point in discriminating based on vehicle size with the way i fuck, james.”

“alright, you're putting your helmet on-”

before he could slide it off the handle bar and smack it onto his lap, corey is reaching up again, threading fingers through his short hair and pulling until their lips meet again. he reclines, and jim’s heart is ready to fall out of his ass when corey breaks their kiss to turn himself over, bracing himself on the handlebars. he's sitting just above the seat on his tip-toes, swaying his hips back and forth while he chirps that hoarse little giggle of his. even if what corey was doing- baiting him into being rode on his bike with no experience on how these things worked or didn't work- was completely dangerous, jim would be lying if he didn't agree with the alerted status of his own dick right now. it's stupid and raunchy, far too much and far too corny, and really… the only thing that would've stopped him, onlookers or other city-dwellers, wasn't around at the moment.

“do me like one of your biker-mag models, ja- aw, fuck-” corey’s gagged on two fingers tracing their way up and around his mouth, then he's slowed his breathing to accept them, moaning unabashedly when jim’s pointer tickles the back of his throat. jim looks down to see corey humping the front end of the seat, smirks to himself at the idea of an invisible tail wagging.

“yeah?” jim’s lowered himself to corey’s ear to slide his tongue behind it, one hand yanking down corey’s jeans- and to the surprise of no one, not one seam of underwear was to be found- while the other circled his hole.

“fuck yes.” corey is squeezing at the break pump so tightly jim is glad he remembered to keep this thing off, and extra glad corey’s hole takes his fingers so well.

corey whimpers through the first few pushes, and it echoes down the alleyway too loud, too pointed. not that jim wouldn't want the world to know how good he fucked his guy, and how good he could lie down and take it, but he also wouldn't want the wrong person overhearing. listening in. he bends over to corey’s mouth to stick his tongue in it, still standing at the side of the bike while he opens him up. corey is grunting sweet vibrations into jim’s beard, leaving both their mouths slick with spit and tooth-worn. the faster he flicks his wrist the deeper corey whines, and it's when he twists his fingers to push deep inside him that he hears the tell-tale beginning of corey’s orgasm.

he smiles into their kiss before breaking it.

“careful.” he scrapes his teeth on the bridge of corey’s nose. “don't wanna make a mess.”

“james-” corey might look fucking perfect right now, might have that dopey cross-eyed stare of his with his mouth hanging open, like he did whenever he was about to release.

“you do?” he slows down for two pulls, dragging his knuckles over where he thinks corey’s prostate might be, and he might've made the right calculations due to corey’s foot tapping haphazardly against the kickstand. luckily, for the both of them, it stays put. “you wanna cum all over my bike, don't you? make a fucking mess of yourself, where anyone could see?”

corey croaks through a swamp of expletives, and the motion he makes next could mean his eyes are shutting tight, and wouldn't you know it, corey’s gritting his teeth when he starts babbling. and due to the thrusting of his naked hips over jim’s seat picking up in speed, jim can safely say that corey has jizzed all over his pride and joy. his harley. his baby. the second love of his life.

“shit, james i- i am so fucking- fucking sorry, I couldn't-” corey makes a frustrated noise, shakes his head when his hips roll to a stop, “couldn't hold it, jamie, ‘m sorry-”

he slips his fingers out of corey with a sigh, letting him tug his own pants back up and watching him fuss over the stain. he crosses his arms, thinking about how far they'd have to go to his house to get wipes, disinfectant, his favorite conditioner-spray.

“look, man, i can-” corey zips himself up. rocks on his heels as he talks, his foot still tapping to the tune of nothing, he gestures vaguely at the venue door behind them, “i can go back in there, and get- get something to- i don't know-”

“nah, you're fine.” jim takes a step closer, watches corey tense up where he stands next to the bike, “you can make it up to me.”

and as jim starts to undo his belt, he figures that a corey could stand to suit some gravel on his knees.

[trashcapableofsentience]

okay I can't keep making separate posts about my reactions to this show so

The unsynchronised superhero walk down the corridor to O&D made me chuckle

So did Mark and Burt straight up defecting from the church while still holding Kier as God, Martin Luther is turning in his grave

still haven't learned Mrs selvig's 'innie' name but she has a good singing voice that was a shock to hear

I don't think the break room is going to work this time chief

THE SOLIDARITY OF MARK AND MISS WHATEVER IT'S GREAT

ngl I've skipped over the dates with the midwife because second hand embarrassment but now they're cute?? wtf

also dude don't bring up your ex wife 😭 tbf she started it bringing up kids

THEY'RE ACTUALLY SO CUTE TOGETHER WTF JOKING ABOUT SEVERANCE I LOVE IT

the tense music stopping the moment ricken comes in I bet he never lets anything finish

what the fuck how is Mrs selvig getting this job. WHY is she getting this job. how the fuck does this help lumon. also how does she know what the score is doing

'holy shit is this my house??' Dylan my beloved... ALSO HE HAS A KID!! waaaaa I hope his outtie loves the kid with all his heart

Mark stop involving Alexa in your corporate espionage it may be a cute date idea but I think she deserves better than whatever lumon has in store for her

'no filming you fuck' this better be for not wanting police/lumon to know rather than copyright reasons

LET MARK SAY FUCK YOU LUMON 2K24

and he GETS TO FUCK YEAH

Aw they kissed :) I'm glad outtie Mark is forming some connections

Doug x Harmony hate fucking will happen I prommy

huh they slept together. hope he let her finish unlike ricken

I'm glad Mrs selvig didn't get the phone out the bin like I thought she would

WHAT'S WITH ALL THE ISOMETRIC SHOTS first there was the senator and his wife now it's Mark on the phone why are we mimicking the opening sequence... or was the opening sequence mimicking it?? I don't think so I know that guy he has a lot of isometric stuff in his work

'who is this?' 'uh...' mimicking the handbook, standard response = unknown

'can you meet me now' this is why you don't mix relationships with corporate espionage mark. now Alexa is going to wake up and think you abandoned her in your own house mark. do you want that on your conscience mark

why don't they just fire the mdr employees and get new ones? it would be easier than this secret villain lair door atp

moving swiftly on to ep 7

Why does the school look like it's from the set of 1984?

Is this the chick - WAIT I REMEMBER HER HER MAKEUP WAS SO GOOD IN HELLY'S SURGERY anyway is this the chick harmony and doug are after?

'you brought him into this world without his permission' damn if that isn't every emo kid arguing with their parents

DOUG WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE YOU NASTY ROACH

brutal pipe murder more women should get to murder people mark shut the fuck up and help hide the body

the blood covered card 'now get the fuck out of here' woo I love women

Boy Mark's Petey related PTSD will NOT get better will it that boy's gonna be closing his eyes and seeing The Horrors

Alexa's still in his bed right??

'where were you' Mark don't you dare gaslight her she deserves better than you

'are you okay?' aw Alexa <3 'do you want me to go?' she's so understanding and sweet and ughhhh but also I'm slightly worried there may be a 'woman can fix man' thing happening here

huh he cleaned the business card of blood

Don't dispose of your bloody clothes in the bin mark that's how people get caught

Milchick up at 5am dang does this guy get compensated correctly I sure as fuck hope so this guy may be evil but even evil henchmen deserve dental

Wait is Burt G up at 5am too? Also poor guy went to the break room

'can you tell me his name' DYLAN BABY :( also Zach cherry is such a good actor I loved him in Fallout as well

love how we the audience never get to know the way from the lift to mdr

milchick is so fine idc who reads this

The way Mrs Selvig just slammed that doll on the table 😂

Mrs Selvig... are you feeling compassion??

so mark got depressed and couldn't work... sounds familiar

Dylan stop being homophobic let the old man yaoi yearn

why is milchick wearing something different he's so fineee

Oh Dylan... it's not the same now you know life means something outside...

PLEASEEEEE can we get mark and helly dancing together pleasepleasepleaseplease

why am I attracted to milchick so much. his lil boogie intrigues me to such a degree

why are the disco lights the alarm lights

Dylan literally that picture 'they don't know I have a son'

Milchick so fineeeee wtf and I know irv sees it because he quickly looked the other way

okay nvm I'm scared of this man dancing next to Dylan Dylan darling smack him right now you deserve it FUCK YES HE DID IT

he bit him?? Dang dude metal... weird but understandable

oh no not the music dance experience. anything but the music dance experience.

'he was so happy to see me' I KNOW no one has been that happy to see him

time for ANOTHER. BADASS. HERO. WALK.

Irving really chose love over freedom dang

no one's in the panopticon. dang maybe this is a lesson we should apply to our everyday life or something

irving brushing his moustache to go see his beau. that's it. that's the note.

harmony can be so terrifying if she wants to be. no notes.

o&d having a melon party... Burt got fired didn't he

Oh this is how Irv has to learn 😔

Irv falling in love with everything about Burt... including his outtie... 'I just like you very much'

'Are we being punished?' 'You smug motherfucker' I love Irv go crazy go wild fight the man GET YOUR MAN

THE HANDSHAKE... just make out already it'll be worth it prommy

'Let's burn this place to the ground' IRVING YOU STAR YOU LOVESICK FOOL

mark binge drinking oh darling :(

'I think you're a mess right now' yeah he's drunk and just wants sex good on you Alexa for leaving

If I had a nickel for Zach Cherry being in a show that features oldies-style tunes semi prominently I'd have two nickels

It's about grief and recovering and mental health and loving and the love not having anywhere to go

WHAT THE FUCKKKK GEMMA IS MENTAL HEALTH LADY?? WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

But she she DIED what the FUCK

right it's 1am and I promised I wouldn't stay up too late goodnight but WHAT TBE FHCK

[misslisamiray]

Here's Chapter 10 of Down With the Rickness! This chapter does not feature any characters other than Rick and Morty. It's alll fluffy(ish) caretaking, Rick being grouchy, and Morty being worried... but also rightfully annoyed. I hope you enjoy it!

This chapter also contains what is probably my favorite line I've ever written (definitely favorite humorous line). See if you can guess what it is. 🤣

This picture isn't exactly relevant, but

I have to get ready for work, like, as soon as I finish this post. Yay opening shift instead of my usual closing. 🙃

I didn't realize until this morning, but of all the Rick and Morty images I have saved... very few of them are actually of our favorite dysfunctional duo. And most of the ones I do have are from Unmortricken and Fear no Mort and reaallly wouldn't fit, so umm, here.

Anyway, new chapter is below the cut!

“Well, looks like it’s just us again.” Morty said wearily.

“Good. It was kinda fun watching Jerry get so close to realizing the Mimicking Disease thing is a lie, only to just miss figuring it out. But you being here to see me be a pathetic mess like this is bad enough. Don’t need your dumb dad here for the show, too.” *Cough!* *COUGH!* You really can get lost anytime too, y’know.” Rick griped.

“Yeah, ‘cause leaving you alone has worked out great so far today. Forget it, Rick. I know you don’t like it, and I’m not exactly thrilled, either. But I’m not going anywhere. Here. I read that keeping your head elevated is supposed to help. How’s this?” Morty said, placing two pillows under Rick’s head.

“Alright, I guess. At least I’m finally warm.” Rick mumbled in response.

“Well, that’s good. Try and get some sleep. Maybe you’ll feel a little better when you wake up.” Morty smiled a little as Rick drifted back to sleep. Finally – Rick seemed more comfortable, and Morty mistakenly thought he’d get a little peace and quiet. Of course, it didn’t last.

A few minutes later, Rick woke up coughing and sat up as quickly as he could manage with the many layers of blankets tangled around him. The pillows fell to the floor.

“Now what’s wrong?” Morty asked apprehensively.

“It’s too fucking hot in here!” Rick whined, struggling his way out of the blankets and throwing them aside once he’d finally managed to get free. Of course, most of the pile ended up on top of poor Morty, who looked annoyed, but not surprised.

“It’s too hot, and I can’t sleep. I can never sleep right when I’m sick.” Rick continued to pout, pulling his labcoat off and dropping it to the floor.

“Uh-huh. You do need to rest, but maybe food first? Maybe that will help?” Morty suggested. “How’s your stomach feel?”

“Eh, not great, but in a ‘least of my problems’ kind of way. Food probably is a good idea.” Rick answered with a shrug.

“Okay. Stay here, and I’ll get you something to eat. Stay. Here.” Morty instructed. He placed the blanket pile next to Rick and backed out of the room so he could keep an eye on him longer. He went into the kitchen, but immediately peeked back into the living room.

“Morty, relax. I’m not gonna do anything that involves having to get up. Trust me, that part of the day is *COUGH!* done.” Rick told him crossly. Morty went back into the kitchen.

Waiting for him to get back, Rick tried to focus on the TV. The boring fishing show was done, and now there was a home repair show on.

“People say watching paint dry is boring, but let me tell you, those people are idiots. There’s so much to see! Are your strokes even? Any bubbles? How close does the finished product look to what you pictured when you started?” a middle-aged, lumberjack looking man rambled. Rick looked for the remote, and, seeing that it was on the arm of the opposite end of the couch, immediately decided it wasn’t worth bothering with.

Sitting and literally watching paint dry, he realized something felt off. Well, everything about the way he felt today was off, to say the least. But this particular unpleasant sensation was newer, and not related to his cold symptoms. He pulled his shirt over his head and stared at it for a few seconds, trying to figure out why it had been on backwards. Unable to think of a reason, Rick just shrugged and put the shirt back on normally. He fixed his crooked, unbuckled belt and took his flask out of his labcoat again, then leaned back on the couch, trying to get comfortable. The man on TV continued to drone on about paint, and how weather could affect its drying time. Speaking of weather, the meteorologist on the other station hadn’t been exaggerating – it was now pouring outside. 

A few minutes later, Morty came back, carrying a loaded tray and once again looking at something on his phone. He scowled and made a disapproving noise when he saw the flask in Rick’s hand.

“Besides another lecture, what’d you bring me?” Rick asked.

“Chicken soup. People on TV always seem to eat that when they’re sick, and we had a can, so that was lucky. Orange juice. Some websites say the vitamin C is good when you have a cold. But some other sites said it helps prevent getting sick in the first place, but won’t do much if you already are. And then there’s some that say both of those claims are bullshit, so I’m not sure if the juice will actually do you any good. But even if it doesn’t help, it won’t do any harm, either. So, here. There’s crackers and ginger ale, too. Figured they’d help if you did feel sick to your stomach at all.” Morty said, setting everything down in front of Rick. Rick screwed the cap back onto his flask and looked the items over.

Morty thought he might get a thank you, but instead, Rick commented, “Soup for breakfast? Really? And what are you doing – getting ideas on how to deal with this thing from Facebook and Wikipedia?”

“You asshole. You don’t get to be drunk before 8:00 A.M. then complain that it’s too early for soup. Just shut up and eat.” Morty told him crossly. He sat at the opposite end of the couch with a bowl of cereal and his own glass of juice.

“Fine. I *COUGH!* guess you have a point there.” Rick conceded. Without further complaint, he started eating the soup. After four spoonfuls, he decided that was enough  and put the bowl down. Morty stared at him, waiting for an explanation.

“What? Just because I can’t complain about it being too early for the lousy soup, doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to complain about it *Cough!* being lousy, does it? All I can taste is the can it came out of. The liquid is too hot, while none of the solid ingredients are warm enough. I guess the chicken is otherwise okay, but don’t get me started on the *Cough!* texture of the noodles. Blah.” he complained.

“Fair enough. Do you want some cereal, too? I can’t cook, and even if I could, I’d have to leave you alone too long to do that. So if you don’t want the soup, that’s what you’re getting until Dad decides to come out of hiding again.” Morty offered. Rick glanced over at Morty’s bowl of Strawberry Smiggles. Normally a favorite of his, the colorful cereal did not look remotely appetizing at the moment.

He quickly turned his head again, answering, “Nah. I’m, I’m good with these, I guess.” and tearing open the sleeve of saltines. The pair ate in silence for a few minutes, listening to the rain and the boring TV show.

“Ow. Dammit.” Rick whispered, rubbing at his throat a little and placing the crackers down with a sigh. They tasted a lot better than the soup and had the added bonus of no unexpected temperature changes or gross chewy parts. But the dry crumbs and his already badly irritated throat were an unpleasant combination. Of course, Morty had to notice, and was staring at him again.

“What? I’m just not hungry, after all.” Rick lied, gulping down the orange juice.

“You’ve got a pretty bad sore throat, huh?” Morty asked sympathetically.

“Dammit, when did you get so perceptive? *SIGH!* It’s nothing, Morty. Are you forgetting I know what it feels like to have limbs torn off? And internal organs become very external? A few times even when they were still fully organic? This barely counts as pain. It’s just annoying as shit. *COUGH!* *COUGH!* *COUGH!* Ugh. That’s definitely not helping, though.” Rick replied, trying to sound casual. He hoped Morty would brush it off if he did.

“Uh-huh. I’ll be right back.” Putting his breakfast aside, Morty gathered up the things Rick didn’t want, plus the empty glass, and headed back to the kitchen. Rick stared after him and took another swig from his flask.

A moment later, Morty was back, carrying a refilled glass of juice and a bowl of vanilla ice cream.

“Here. This technically counts as food. Close enough, anyway. And it’ll be easier for you to eat.” he said, handing Rick the dish.

“I… Y’know, you really didn’t have to do this, Morty. Thanks.” Rick replied softly, mumbling the last word around a mouthful of ice cream.

“It’s not a big deal. This is by far the easiest thing I’ve had to do for you this morning. Anyway, we needed to get something into your system besides alcohol and expired cough syrup.” Morty said before he resumed eating his cereal. Rick chuckled in spite of himself.

“Ha ha. Very funny, ya little smart ass.” he said sarcastically, but there was no bite to it. The duo went back to eating, half listening to the TV. The lumberjack was now reading off a list of stores that carried his favorite brand of paint. Rick finished eating before Morty did – so much for not being hungry.

“You want any more? I’m not sure if the expression is ‘Feed a fever, starve a cold’ or ‘Feed a cold, starve a fever’, or exactly what that’s supposed to mean. People apparently argue about that online, too. And that guy who screams at everyone in all caps about viruses not being real keeps showing up on every website. Doesn’t he have a job? Or maybe that is his job? Do people get paid to just… yell nonsense at other people on the internet? Oops. Guess I got a little sidetracked there. Sorry. What was I saying?” Morty rambled.

“It’s fine, Morty. And no *Cough!* thanks. Rather not push it, y’know?” Rick went to take another drink from his flask, but reconsidered and drank about half the glass of orange juice instead. Morty smiled at that… until Rick filled the glass the rest of the way with some of whatever was in the flask, then downed the entire glass in one gulp. Morty shook his head but decided not to say anything. He’d gotten Rick to eat something and drink two glasses of juice – even with the addition to the second glass, Morty was counting this as a win.

Rick went to put the flask back into one of his labcoat pockets and decided to put the coat back on. A shoe fell out when he picked it up. Rick looked down and noticed for the first time that he was wearing one shoe and one slipper. A confused look on his face, he stared at his feet and the shoe in his hand, trying to recall what the reason for this was. If there was a reason in the first place, that is. Coming up with nothing, Rick decided he didn’t care, and tossed both shoes and the slipper behind the couch. Morty finished eating and started gathering the empty dishes.

“Did eating something help?” he asked.

Rick shrugged and answered, “Eh, maybe a little. *SNIFF!* Except now I’m cold again. Fuccckkkk.” He grabbed 5 or 6 blankets from the pile and started wrapping them around himself, shivering. Unsure whether to be amused or concerned by Rick’s whining, Morty decided he could sort himself out, and just continued cleaning up. Once he was satisfied with the blankets, Rick decided to drink the ginger ale as well, and added that empty glass to Morty’s assortment.

“Get some sleep. I know you said you can’t sleep well when you’re sick, but try, okay? If there is one thing these idiots online all agree on – well, except for screaming virus conspiracy guy -it’s that the best thing for you is rest.” Morty told him, heading back to the kitchen.

“Fine, fine. I’m going to sleep. *COUGH!* *COUGH!* But it’s because I’m tired, not because you told me to. You’re *YAWN!* not my mom.” Rick reluctantly agreed as he laid down again. Morty chose to let him have the last word, not bothering to reply to that before going back to the kitchen.

When he came back to the living room, Rick was stretched out across the couch, snoring. Morty let out a sigh of relief – he’d half expected to find the room empty. He debated sitting in the chair near the sofa, but opted to stay closer to Rick, squeezing into the corner opposite of where he’d been sitting before. Pulling a pen and small notepad out of his pocket, he started to take notes on the information on his phone screen. The home repair show ended, and an infomercial for supposedly indestructible dentures came on.

[sam-loves-seb]

HellO hi I need to read every single one of the works you listed in the worksinthedocs list because you are literally my fave writer in the history of fanfiction BUT I especially need to know about the babysitting Liam one and the magic au one!! What are they? What era are they from? Can you share a tiny piece of them please?

Thanks ily

omg hi hi hello, you are so incredibly kind thank you 💙💙 in a perfect world someday i will actually finish everything in the worksinthedocs list but in this world i will try my best !

for now i will offer a bit of insight into two of them under the cut

okay so:

babysitting liam:

the babysitting liam fic is slightly misleading considering he's like, twelve in this fic (it's post-canon) and doesn't actually need a babysitter, but the vibe still stands

it's set in a post-canon world where liam lives with lip, tami, and fred (in a very cramped in-law apartment attached to tami's parents house) and there's not a lot of room, or privacy, and fred's teething so nobody is sleeping, and Big Brother Ian swoops in and tells liam he can spend the weekend at his and mickey's apartment if he needs a break from lip-tami bickering and the baby crying all the time

(it's not that liam doesn't like living there, he just needs a break)

so essentially it's like a 3-4 chapter fic of liam spending the weekend with ian and mickey and doing fun things together and generally having quality brother (and brother-in-law) bonding time

and mickey pretends to hate the idea of liam invading their space for a whole weekend, but he's a softie, and next to ian, liam is his favorite gallagher sibling, so of course he caves and ends up having a good time in the end

here's a snippet (in case the fic never sees the light of day)

“How’s the kid?” Mickey asks, grabbing his controller again and exiting out of his game. He pulls up Netflix. “Liam?” Ian asks, and Mickey nods. “He’s… fine.” Mickey quirks a brow. “Fine?” “Yeah,” Ian sighs, climbing over the back of the couch and more or less falling into Mickey’s side. “Fred’s teething. I don’t think anyone’s really sleeping over there.” “Poor kid.” “He’ll be fine. I mean, at some point the teething stops.” “I meant Liam.” “Oh.” Mickey presses a soft kiss to Ian’s hairline. “Kid needs to sleep.” Ian wiggles his way under Mickey’s arm, tucking his face in his husband’s neck. He presses his lips against the warm skin, just holding them there for a minute. He breathes Mickey in, the faint smell of sweat and cigarettes mixing with the fading deodorant from this morning. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t move. Mickey’s hand sneaks under the hem of Ian’s t-shirt, his thumb gently stroking arcs across Ian’s hip. He gives him a minute, lets him breathe—but he knows his husband too well. “What?” Mickey almost whispers. Ian sighs quietly. “Like you said…” He blinks and his eyelashes brush against Mickey’s neck. “Kid needs to sleep.” Mickey pulls back just far enough to look at Ian’s face. His eyes narrow. “…What did you do?” “Nothing.” “Uh huh,” Mickey says, tongue in cheek, almost biting back a smile. “What did you do?” Ian shrugs, suddenly looking everywhere but at Mickey. “I… may have told Liam he could stay with us this weekend.”

...yeah, so.

i have the first chapter written and part of the second so who knows what'll happen with that eventually

anyway--

magic au

i have no snippets of this to share so have some random thoughts from my unhinged 1k outline that sits in this doc:

this one is set in an world (s1 timeline) where people can have magical powers, but they're rare, so when ian first discovers that he's one of those few people who has magical abilities, he mostly keeps it to himself. lip's known since they were pretty young, helping ian to develop it and train it, and ian tells fiona eventually, but she claims she already knew

none of the other gallagher siblings have powers, and this has always confused ian until he realized his biological father isn't frank, but a guy who lives in a cushy northside house with a successful career and life--no doubt products of some kind of power--and then it clicks

anyway, life largely remains the same as canon for ian and co. because he's only 15 and he still has a long way to go with mastering his abilities and everything, and then: he meets mickey

and ian's powers? well, they're somewhere along the lines of mind control.

and yeah maybe he was going to use magic to get mickey to give back the gun that he stole, and maybe he has a crisis about whether or not he accidentally did use it to make mickey fuck him instead of beat the shit out of him (he didn't), but it all works out in the end because mickey gave the gun back anyways

and mickey keeps ian grounded, because yeah he shows up to the store for a booty call when ian asks, but he always tells ian not to kiss him, and though the rejection stings a little, it reassures ian that mickey is of his own mind when they're hooking up and he's not somehow accidentally under ian's control--because how else is he supposed to explain mickey fucking milkovich suddenly jumping his bones every five seconds when a week ago he wanted to kill him

anyway.

long story short, mickey ultimately finds out about ian's powers after kash catches them, after mickey comes back to the store the next day, after mickey mocks him and tries to rob him again and kash fires one bullet into the fucking drywall, barely missing mickey's head

his finger's on the trigger and his aim's a little better, and that's when ian drops what he's doing and uses his powers

(probably should have mentioned before this that kash already knew about them, something about them having secrets between them (ew) whatever)

ian stops kash from shooting mickey in the store--even though kash is fighting the hold ian has on him--and our story starts (ends?) there because that's as far as i got with that one

so, yeah.

if you're somehow still reading this long ass post, thanks for staying 'til the end. come bully me talk to me about these or any other half-formed fics/ideas from my worksinthedocs list anytime.

[platonic-qpr-selfshipping]

okay let me finally show you my updated f/o list!! I am also planning to add some s/i info but tbh i still havent gotten to it cause im procrastinating it while trying to relax doing other stuff klsdksj here it is!! (I am aware that the first photos look weird in phones so pls bare with me and put it in pc mode lmaoo im a carrd super-beginner)

now if you'd let me, Imma talk a bit about the changes just because

I wanted to get a bit more specific mentioning platonic f/os so even if I like many characters in sources like Obey Me, you can now see which characters I think my s/i would be the closest with :D!! I also played a bit with labels ig but I read this fic where Mammon said there was no need "to be anything" as long as we were in peace with each other and I felt that on a spiritual lvl so instead of overthinking how to label f/os sometimes I just put him as unlabeled lol I just love self inserting in his world being really close to him and he's my fav character of the game and all but ig it becomes hard sometimes to try to fit that into something so I said whatever, it's my little self insert world and they can do whatever they want that brings me comfort XD yknow, sometimes partnering concepts just feel off but at the same time I enjoy saying I am a Mammon simp cause I love the character so it's a bit of a mess in my brain sometimes, trying to make both my experience as a player and my s/i's fit for my best comfort

(yes this was another Mammon UR+ I did not get on Nightbringer)

talking about labels, I've decided to put all the Golden Deer as platonic soulmates :D! I think it suits us all and all the unique bonds they form with each other, and I thought that the whole thing of my s/i probably having this huge feeling of admiration and loyalty towards Claude felt better like this somehow, like it's a part of my s/i lore and not so much about what their relationship can be or not? I dont know if this makes sense worded like this but it seems to work out in my head XD I still plan to someday develop my s/i's story a lot so who knows

anyway, FRIENDS AND FAMILY!! I feel like it's pretty obvious that I've started to play Honkai Star Rail because suddenly I got a friend, a brother and a father from there- listen everytime I see the Astral Express Family written in the groupchat I emotionally cry happy tears (also I wouldnt be surprised if i ended up also f/oing Himeko in the future lmao, I love found families can you tell)

from Genshin Impact I've officially added Thoma as a platonic f/o :D!! (my hearts craves to befriend kind characters, yes) I think my Genshin s/i is probably the one with the most lore right now so I'm excited to write about this in the future! well,,,,, actually my Super Mario Bros s/i also has some info around themselves already,,,,,, like would you believe me if I told you I was already making up s/i lore while still watching the movie,,,,, the self-shipper experience huh.....

I love her

and do you know who I also love a lot.....?

those platonic f/os I've been mentioning in some reblogs lately saying I still havent talked about them......?

the dudes that may have taken over my brain recently using the power of friendship....?

yeah

yeah

aren't they the coolest tho

anyway I love them (repeating it as if i hadnt made it clear already) and I had to rewrite part of this cause I accidentally deleted it it so I think I'll finish it here ksdhkjs I believe there is a bit more to see in the carrd though, I'll put it in my pinned post soon :D! now if you'd excuse me imma go consume more hypmic manga as a healing experience, if you've read until here go drink some water, listen to Break The Wall and thank me later

[xxyourlittleangelz]

💜🌸HIIII I DONT KNOW HOW THIS IS GONNA GO SO DONT YEET ME OKAY I LOVE YOU!💜🌸

💜🌸JUST A WARNING!!!! MINORS DO NOT READ PLEASE!!!💜🌸

💜🌸this post MAY include: unwanted attention, slight touching, and fights💜🌸

💜🌸IF ANY OF THE ABOVE OR ANYTHING SURROUNDING THAT PLEASE DO NOT READ!💜🌸

💜🌸this post is close to home for me but just because I’m okay with talking about some of my experiences doesn’t mean someone else is and that’s totally okay! If this isn’t you’re cup of tea that’s fine! Scroll through my page and I’m sure you’ll find something!<333💜🌸

💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸

💜🌸ghost and konïg reactions to someone flirting with their s/o💜🌸

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Ghost 👻:💜🌸truth be told he didn’t want to come out anyways💜🌸

💜🌸but you had convinced him that it would be fun💜🌸

💜🌸so he sighed softly and said “let’s go then love”💜🌸

💜🌸it had been a couple of minutes at the bar and it seemed like it could have been a nice time💜🌸

💜🌸that is until some prick decides to ruin it by hitting on you💜🌸

💜🌸ghost had went to the restroom and asked to make sure no one grabbed his drink thinking he was done with it💜🌸

💜🌸you agreed of course and gave him a soft peck on the cheek💜👏🏻

💜🌸as you were waiting for him to return a man had approached and asked to buy you a drink💜🌸

💜🌸of course you politely declined but the man still insists💜🌸

🌸💜while he waited for the drink to be made he placed his hand on you’re upper thigh💜🌸

💜🌸”what do you say we skip this and go back to my place?”💜🌸

💜🌸you said no and that you were actually waiting on you’re boyfriend💜🌸

💜🌸the man scoffed and moved his hand higher squeezing hard💜🌸

💜🌸you tried moving it yourself but he only squeezed harder💜🌸

💜🌸you didn’t want to cause a scene but he was hurting you💜🌸

💜🌸the man leans in to try and kiss you but he’s suddenly knocked down💜🌸

💜🌸you didn’t even see him walk up but there stood you’re boyfriend💜🌸

💜🌸oh ghost was pissed, but not at you💜🌸

💜🌸”you alright love?”💜🌸

💜🌸you nodded in shock💜🌸

💜🌸”you think you can touch them? Huh?! Their mine.”💜🌸

💜🌸his voice was stern and a bit cold💜🌸

💜🌸he grabbed the man by the neck and whispered something into his ear💜🌸

💜🌸after he was done the man ran off💜🌸

💜🌸needless to say no one bothered you guys again💜🌸

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Konïg👺:🌸💜”must we go darling?”🌸💜

🌸💜clubbing wasn’t exactly his first choice but you insisted🌸💜

🌸💜he couldn’t deny how incredibly beautiful you looked🌸💜

🌸💜he agreed in the end🌸💜

🌸💜once you arrive you tell him you’re gonna go grab the drinks🌸💜

🌸💜he nods and finds a nice little space that you two could have for yourselves🌸💜

🌸💜once you make your way to the bar you order two drinks🌸💜

🌸💜while you’re waiting a man approaches, placing a hand on your ass🌸💜

🌸💜thinking it was you’re boyfriend you giggle and turn “really bab-“ 🌸💜

🌸💜you didn’t even finish your sentence, the man had a disgusting smirk on his face🌸💜

🌸💜”I don’t mind being you’re baby sweetheart” the man said🌸💜

🌸💜you moved away but he followed🌸💜

🌸💜”come on beautiful don’t be a spoiled brat”🌸💜

🌸💜before you could say anything you hear someone clear their throat behind you🌸💜

🌸💜”if I were you, I would stand down”🌸💜

🌸💜the man looked at the tall figure standing behind you with wide eyes🌸💜

🌸💜”their with me and I don’t like sharing”🌸💜

🌸💜the man scoffed “oh yeah?” He shoves you back trying to get to the man🌸💜

💜🌸suddenly he’s lifted off the ground “don’t ever touch them again because if you do I’ll gut you were you stand”🌸💜

💜🌸he drops the man and watches him wobble away🌸💜

💜🌸”you okay darling?”🌸💜

🌸💜you nod and hand him his drink🌸💜

💜🌸and from there you two had a pleasant night🌸💜

[msm-tsotmw]

( . . . )

(H..lo?)

Hello? You awake?

(Sprigg tries to blink their eyes open. Their glasses are somehow still intact.)

Ugh… huh?! Where am I? Who are you?!?

Oh, you are! You’re on Air Island. My friends and I found you and your friends lying on the beach unconscious, so we brought you up here!! I’m Strootheo, by the way, but you can just call me Theo. Anyways, you’re alive!

(@paidexp it’s the bird :D)

Uh… where are they?

Um, who?

My friends. You said they were unconscious too.

Oh, they’re just outside doing stuff! I don’t know exactly WHAT they’re doing, though, but I think I saw one of them try to jump off of a chair while the other started trying to make friends with literally everyone on the island.

“Make friends with literally everyone…” sounds like Toorie. Uh, can I get out of this bed now?

Oh, sure! I think Toorie told me that she was “worried sick” about you earlier. I think she’s by the bakery, eating a Big Salad with some Mammott.

You mean Mondo?

Uh… yeah, probably!

Oh, okay.

…Wait, what about Mauna?

Ehhh… who?

She’s about the same height as Mondo, has a volcano for a head, and carries a bright red bag around with her.

Oh, right, her! Yeah, I think she was talking with Xever about the “Dawn of Fire” or something like that. No idea what that’s about, haha!

(theo , are you done trying to talk to the fluffy green thing ?)

Oh, right! Yeah, I am, actually. Wait, what did you say was your name again, uh, green one?

Sprigg.

Ah, okay! Yeah, uh, Sprigg, this is Shwam! She’s kinda shy, but she knows their way around here. :)

uhhhhh , hi ? um , i can lead you to your friends if you want …

That would be convenient, thanks.

okay , uhhhhhhh , i saw two of them over there by the bakery . i’ll lead ya there .

Okay, thanks, Shwam.

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its been a while and we still havent seen sprigg

do you think theyre dead or smth

What ?! No , No !! They’re Probably Just Studying Their Surroundings , Like How They Usually Do On New Islands . Let’s Just Hope They’re Fine !!

Plus , Mauna Managed To Survive Being In Water , So I’m Sure They’re Okay .

uh … are these your friends , sprigg ?

Yeah.

Oh , Sprigg !! It’s You !! Welcome Back :D

we thought you fucking died

(Toorie nudges Mondo, still smiling.)

…You what?

(Mondo-)

nothing

i jumped off a chair btw

I know. Theo told me.

Uhh , Who’s Theo ?

the pink bird guy with one leg who checked on us to see if we were ok

Oh , Right ! It !

Anyways , We’re Glad You’re Back .

Yeah, I could tell.

…So are you two gonna save that Big Salad for me and Mauna?

Of Course !! We’re Not Leaving Anyone Out .

speaking of mauna where tf is she

Theo told me she was talking with this guy named Xever.

i think i may know where she is … want me to go get her ?

Yeah, that’d be convenient. It’s dinner time for me and my friends anyways, and I don’t think she’d want to miss out on this, uh… salad.

okay , i’ll go get her .

~~~~~~~a few minutes later~~~~~~~

… uhm , she’s here ! i have to go now , though … uh , bye .

Okay , thank you , Shwam ! I highly appreciate your help .

you’re welcome . you can , uhh , eat , now .

Hi , guys !

Hey , Mauna !! :DD

sup

Hi. Toorie and Mondo apparently ordered this huge fucking salad, and there is NO WAY they’re gonna be able to finish it by themselves.

O-oh . Uh , you two ordered THIS ?

what

we were hungry af

(Mondo Had No Idea What He Was Thinking When He Ordered This .)

Oh . Okay … let us dig in , then !! I have not eaten anything in a WHILE .

…Uh, what?

What ? I was trapped in amber , and I did not have much to eat on the boat ride ! Anyways , this salad looks DELICIOUS .

…Yeah. I guess you could say that.

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hgaujvHvhgvajhgvaygvhGJHGAJYGAJBJHbjhabuhbauyg sorry for not posting today!! as I said on my main, I had to go with my grandma to an appointment, then to a restaurant w/ my family, then I got a haircut and some parts of my hair dyed pink B)

dying hair takes a lot of time tho so yeah

that’s why I took so long to post-

-Mod Jimmy 🗣️

[aspiringtrashpanda]

🔥I’m Alive🔥

In the literal, physical sense, at least.

See below for a long ramble about my life and what I'm working on. No reason, really. Just felt like shouting into the void. 

Not like I'm a super popular writer or anything, but maybe some of you have noticed that I've kinda disappeared over the last few months. Long story short, I went back into restaurant management, despite such a position sending me on mental health leave a few years ago due to a lack of work-life balance and deep depression.

That leave + regional lockdowns during the early stages of the pandemic were actually what got me back into writing in the first place. I rediscovered a passion I had had in high school, and had since abandoned because I didn't have time to do anything other than work, and then partake in less than productive activities afterwards with coworkers... where all we would talk about is work. The restaurant industry is emotionally and mentally draining, my dudes.

So, I wanted a change. I moved back home and told my parents I wanted to focus on writing while I bartended part time. They were supportive at first, but when I wasn't pumping out original work quickly, they started pushing me towards full time work. Money is important, I get it.

Unfortunately, I'm not qualified to do much else other than manage fancy-ish restaurants and I am really good at it. So, I tried again, and dropped off the face of the universe. Sure enough, I was tasked with an inappropriate amount of responsbilities for garbage pay and I once again found myself letting my hobbies (which are very important for my mental health) slide. I left that restaurant and have taken another restaurant job that I start on Monday... It sounds like it will be easier to manage. Fingers crossed.

ANYWAY, that’s why I haven’t been posting or updating much. On top of that, I feel like I’ve lost a lot of inspiration for my current works. I’m so tired and drained all the time, and just thinking about my fics is almost overwhelming. It brings me down often - how am I supposed to enjoy life if all I do is work and I don’t have the time to do the things I love? I’m terrified of sliding into a deep depression again.  Thankfully, one fic lives rent free in my brain. You see, I’m working on a sequel to Crystal Clear - my fever dream of a Steven Stone/Reader fic that I wrote in like a month (the things I can do when inspiration takes me...). The thing is, I’m not sure if I will ever post it. 

I’m conflicted. I had an idea for a sequel as soon as I finished the fic. It would take place a couple months later and would be a fairly long, fluffy one shot with a happy ending to make up for the bittersweet open ending of CC. But then, I had a dream. 

Let me tell you, dreaming the continuation of a fic you wrote is pretty wild and super immersive (probably because the world and plot and everything is SO PROMINENT in your subconscious). It was nothing like the follow up I had planned, and something I really didn’t think I’d ever be interested in writing. When I woke up, I was left with a lingering feeling of confusion and loss and a bit of a “...huh.” The more I thought about it, though, the more it made sense. And then I started sitting down and actively planning it out and yeah, I feel like it flows so nicely with the other fics in the series, and carries over many recurring themes. If you look at the end of CC as “the bad ending” (because really, they made a choice, and it was probably not the best choice to make, albeit the safe one), I feel like the continuation is sure to reflect the regret and resentment that would build between the characters.  I decided to embrace the “reader” as an OC. I gave her a name. I solidified her story. She was already more a character than “reader” anyway, but crossing into the Steven Stone/OC fandom is kinda scary and I don’t know how this will be received. And not only because of that - the fic deals with some themes that are definitely not everybody’s cup of tea, and I’m scared of people who liked CC being like “wtf is this?” because it isn’t the continuation that they pictured for themselves as “reader”. Not to mention, there’s a significant time skip, in which the characters have changed and grown and developed. What if people think they’re OoC because of how I’ve interpreted their reactions to certain choices? I feel like these characters are no longer “Steven” and “Wallace” and “reader”, but different versions that live in a completely different world that belongs to me. 

I’m a few chapters in, and I’m really loving how it’s turning out. I think it might be my baby, my labor of love. And that’s why posting it and not getting much reception (or negative reception) for it terrifies me. But I also want to share something I’m proud of. And I know I shouldn’t be writing for other people. I should be writing for myself. But validation and praise are nice and they make me feel good and I DON’T KNOW, I’m just not sure what to do. 

It’s not like I need to decide now, anyway. I’d like to write some more chapters before I start (IF I start posting), so there’s time to think about it. 

So yeah. That’s my ramble. Thank you for listening, void. 

TrashPanda out. 

[cubedmango]

hi, long time no message but this is kr anon - i just saw that you recently finished all (?) of build and i wanted to say congrats!! 🎉 and gotta say i really love the gentoku fanart/redraw you posted lmao, that meme really is him to a t (esp. after ep. 20 and before his turning point in like ep. 40) 😭 ngl i did think you would enjoy his overall arc, but i didn't expect you'd be that much of a gentoku stan by the end hfkhjwrfhs good for you though!! (also remember when i brought up aa/build parallels or what aa characters, especially the canon toku fans, would think of build, and i felt like if not misora bc of the similarities they share (more on this another time, though i also think sento and his dad's relationship has shades of maya and mia's relationship with misty), maya would be a fan of [redacted]? yeah i was talking about gentoku lol) and maybe we'll be seeing some more build fanart/content from you soon, if you're up for it? 👀

btw so sorry for the months-long radio silence, but it took far longer than originally expected for me to finish the rest of the show and its movies (excluding the v-cines for now, so you have one over me there lol, plus i also haven't seen the specials/webseries and the build episodes of zi-o, and some of those recent episodes of kr outsiders ig) especially with life getting busier and more hectic for me in general (university life and all), but let me just sum it up for now as me having enjoyed the ride from start to finish, even with some bumps along the way 🥹❤ [1/?]

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sadly i don't have time rn to write/share my usual long responses to your commentary and stuff, though i actually started writing a reply to your answers from when i sent my last messages, back in march i think? 😅 i would have loved having more of episodic discussions/episode-by-episode breakdowns with you as you went along, but since you beat me to it by finishing the series on your own (which is totally understandable dw, esp. since i really didn't message you anything for the last several months), it won't be necessary anymore ig but i still want to eventually share that original reply i'd been writing so it won't feel wasted haha, and along with what i'd promised would be my overall review of everything i've seen so far, i'll do my best to send these messages to you by this weekend now 🫡 in the meantime, feel free to rant and ramble about build (like, ryusen truly is one brain chemistry-altering ship for the ages huh... makes me feel very 'go crazy go stupid' 😭) at me, even wrt the stuff i haven't seen yet bc i know the gist of them anyway, and i'll also be sharing some more links to build tumblr posts and tweets like before - though i see you've already started rbing more build fanart and edits (not sure if you based them on what i included in my original compilation though or if you've been combing through the build tumblr tags already?) so i'll have to make sure the ones i'll link rn aren't ones you've rbed already [2/?]

also when you say you think you've finished all of build, does that mean you've seen both hei gen final & forever + the specials/webseries + the build episodes of zi-o? or are you planning to only watch those at a later point, like the movies will be for after you've seen the other seasons they're crossing over with? but also no pressure if you just don't want to watch them rn for whatever reason, but just in case you do want to or you just want to keep the proper order in mind wrt at which point of the main show the specials or movies are situated in if you've seen all or most already (though i assume you've more or less checked the order from when you started watching the spin-offs after finishing the show): [3/?]

eps. 1-14 -> heisei generations final -> eps. 16-19 -> birth! kuma-televi!! vs. kr grease hyper battle dvd -> eps. 20-21 --> raising the hazard level with 7 best matches special & rogue miniseries -> eps. 22-41 -> kr prime rogue hyper battle dvd -> eps. 42-45 -> be the one movie -> eps. 46-49 -> final stage stageplay (though this was technically set during the actual finale, as you've seen) -> eps. 1-2 and eps. 1.5-2.5 of the succeeding season zi-o (since zi-o is basically an anniversary season celebrating 20 kr shows since 2000, thus basically being a giant crossover show like its spiritual predecessor decade and primarily consisting of arcs of like 2-3 episodes paying tribute to a certain season (sometimes actually featuring one or more actors from that season - not necessarily the actor for the mc though - and sometimes not if there are scheduling conflicts, etc.), and so is the 20th and final heisei kr show before zero-one marked the start of reiwa, though the timeline shenanigans here are so wonky and weird that you don't really have to consider these eps. canon if you want)

-> heisei generations forever (officially non-canon to the main timelines of both build and zi-o, though still a good enough homage to build's main story with a decent amount of ryusen) -> build new world: kr cross-z -> i heard the idol otaku is dating his fav special (basically just kazumi/misora nonsense from what i've heard, unfortunately) -> build new world: kr grease (i saw that you weren't keen on both new world movies as most build fans i know also weren't esp. bc of the het shenanigans (+ the weird evolt stuff that i've heard kinda feels like it's invalidating we already saw/learned in the main show, and it feels more like they just brought him back because they were milking his sheer popularity as a kr villain) that are apparently pretty typical of v-cine movies when compared to heavier gay coding in the main shows, sadly, so you can also take a page out of those other fans' book and not consider the nw movies canon or only cherrypicking the elements you like, but wrt the banjou stuff in cross-z specifically, i don't think him and yui are meant to be an unambiguously canon couple the way kazumi/misora and gentoku/sawa became in grease, as you can see a clear difference in how romantic both latter couples acted (even if i don't like both lmao, though i tolerate gentoku/sawa more than i do kazumi/misora simply bc i think g/s has funnier scenes than k/m, even with gentoku's unnecessary sexual proposition towards sawa in ep. 1 back when he was evil) vs. b/y, and also just the way banjou treated kasumi, his only 100% clearly canon girlfriend, vs. how he treated yui up to the end of the movie, and the girlfriend/date/best match comments in the movies seem to feel more like just jokes/trolling in hindsight (esp. since the b/y "date" at the end was literally just them selling stuff *sento* made, like something something sento is always somehow involved with banjou and his girlfriends, or 'girlfriend' in yui's case, so... lol. anyway), and also banjou appears to blatantly check out a shirtless killbas before they find out about him being the villain so ig the bi-coding was technically still going strong, plus the fact that yui just straight up disappears in grease which is supposed to be a direct sequel to cross-z and just isn't mentioned in any way (on which i have some bts info to spill btw, more on that in my next message) while sento and banjou continue to act like partners as usual, and in fact get paired up in a way that sets them alongside the pairing up of k/m and g/s in the same movie - so tl;dr: aside from the fact that we can just straight up ignore those movies, i don't think we have to worry about the yui stuff as a genuine invalidation of ryusen's romantic subtext-that's-practically-text, though it's still unfortunate they tried to pull this shit in the first place even if ultimately very half-assed and halfhearted, and you just kinda have to laugh at the audacity of doing all that *after* banjou made his little speech about sento being his hero, like you said)

-> kr jeanne and kr aguilera with girls remix (a revice spin-off included here on a technicality bc of sawa's presence, along with female characters from a few other kr seasons both in the heisei and reiwa eras alongside the titular female riders who i think i've told you before are the first major example of a lesbian-coded pairing in kr, though iirc they sadly also get hit with some plausible-deniability "they're like family/sisters" comments here though not really in the main show) -> kr outsiders (basically fanservice cash-grab slop from what i've been told that essentially is a suicide squad-esque project where various villains/evil riders from different seasons are assembled to battle a bigger bad guy, and evolt and misora are there in like a couple of episodes so 😔) [4/?]

(also i think there are like a few stageshows - different from the stageplay - that mostly feature the characters as played by suit actors only and are mainly crossovers with other seasons, as seen in this playlist which also includes non-build-related stageshows, youtube . com/playlist?list=PL0DBnMkUNDE3zk9hDvvihG9H_rBv6siTE&si=auHNcClmv4_a93S1, but idk if that covers all of them or if there's some missing, and unfortunately i think most if not all of the videos aren't subbed yet 😅) anyway i'm glad to hear you loved build just like i did, and hope you enjoy the rest of your kr journey! 💕 if you want some recs (for kr or mainstream toku in general), i can give you a brief list based on what i've gathered from other people since i'm also still a beginner for the most part 👍🏼 and thank you so much again in general for entertaining my asks and messages since the beginning last year, i'm just glad to have someone else to talk to about this stuff sjfhfkdhfas [5/?]

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the stuff from twitter: twitter . com/funkyfunkyradio/status/1779275103596847521?t=psnLYCbT5mZCw4faWyfIZQ&s=19 twitter . com/Ponzu_SHT/status/1781660945946989008?t=Pg4sEboZIQN5vckidseaAA&s=19 twitter . com/KRfights/status/1783857906238079024?t=R1SvsO46XJLL7MxAtzipqw&s=19 (the card in the pic is merch following the Chemy card gimmick of the 2023-2024 season Gotchard, since iirc every new season tends to release merch for previous seasons based on their current gimmick) twitter . com/spidergenome/status/1744784670477386169?t=-1tjcLDe9zG4jLBvqVT2_A&s=19 twitter . com/cynonic/status/1707816360146039062?t=kDrhlIdwWRo0785HtrFqMQ&s=19 twitter . com/YRXCL/status/983380559182282752?t=JGM8aE0XtgCXqJwHcxiUxw&s=19 twitter . com/___racccoon/status/1510534991477805057?t=smM_s1knTKq2uNmv7NDwwg&s=19 twitter . com/JONA0207DIO/status/1643296242536153088?t=IeCo7FtikefmBIAWVDGBxQ&s=19 twitter . com/8038_2gou/status/1750502615866339675?t=5biOP7Vg4ePOwZzeNXlo1A&s=19 twitter . com/P3ACH0520/status/1456516201769623554?t=eMZUeWioRHpiaViI6LRWjw&s=19 twitter . com/P3ACH0520/status/1438183667663204356?t=-zj-0yFcvZdmlFg8691cpw&s=19 twitter . com/P3ACH0520/status/1756927961461395601?t=o3T10kxtFYEQZShzSrG6Vg&s=19 twitter . com/yuro_yuro_yuro/status/1754065358775038247?t=ZPaPsx3ttai0AotqTKHeOg&s=19 twitter . com/TokuStats/status/1755964588338930078?t=R5IgHSGIJvJN5wTqAmbSoQ&s=19 twitter . com/TokuStats/status/1756108264259940752?t=HWKUDpWv2ne6bufIxB7ZBQ&s=19 twitter . com/ichippon/status/1745683922086682872?t=XARw2xrhfsvcAPA-uH1xaA&s=19 twitter . com/00x_sio/status/1757760751375421810?t=wbODL8gTEL-RKEwbUZfIFQ&s=19 twitter . com/___racccoon/status/1535042965160067072?t=Qcj6PG8TGaTQWeBS8XUsYQ&s=19 twitter . com/TokuStats/status/1757767410537353382?t=9h2DHOKD_5gqzvv1JXPjVg&s=19 twitter . com/TokuStats/status/1756800454690852966?t=1cfA96Ve1zOuemgtvKsong&s=19 twitter . com/TokuStats/status/1756695765785727082?t=1cfA96Ve1zOuemgtvKsong&s=19 twitter . com/TokuStats/status/1756449394038116785?t=1cfA96Ve1zOuemgtvKsong&s=19 twitter . com/TokuStats/status/1757896417312477291?t=1cfA96Ve1zOuemgtvKsong&s=19 twitter . com/TokuStats/status/1758616156921876588?t=1cfA96Ve1zOuemgtvKsong&s=19 twitter . com/TokuStats/status/1759347800146428012?t=1cfA96Ve1zOuemgtvKsong&s=19 twitter . com/TokuStats/status/1761149499076981106?t=1cfA96Ve1zOuemgtvKsong&s=19 twitter . com/TokuStats/status/1759592516599296272?t=1cfA96Ve1zOuemgtvKsong&s=19 twitter . com/totome_17/status/1757758979579724080?t=0w9ZYUUT0MdIco4qbYNnQQ&s=19 twitter . com/1010_mumumu/status/1735287016181694882?t=3tRVABh9xFYcpj-zxECjYA&s=19 twitter . com/sasakura34/status/1672218720599683072?t=fgsjGz7n5F-fI56t5t84Cw&s=19 twitter . com/6W6pig/status/1669966178591346688?t=tM0nhcJVzlnRF63tEQt0xA&s=19 twitter . com/itotk32/status/1644461276071084033?t=A9srwyexOeq1TdYLz1P_VQ&s=19 twitter . com/6W6pig/status/1667937476856659968?t=BN0OxLfsms8b-R3mUmt-aw&s=19 twitter . com/fanzhazhazha1/status/1668911037687689217?t=UmIoxUEBwiUc6ZehH09wWA&s=19 twitter . com/Heyear_0609/status/1668270429142675457?t=hP7Tx-xWtjB1nANSPg5abQ&s=19 twitter . com/6W6pig/status/1620039685920935938?t=vPBjNykZU10DXr1l9YkrWg&s=19 twitter . com/oi_nanndedayo/status/1737450554857812029?t=_QAjrtWq-gJFSkY_2Zi2dQ&s=19 twitter . com/oi_nanndedayo/status/1740709126882365594?t=epUZbphcvxvt0dp3YvtHFg&s=19 twitter . com/KRfights/status/1758546842181063053?t=KbhACtwcvenQSfxmHL7wUQ&s=19 twitter . com/GaMwanG_/status/1759600273763545282?t=eSIBTzMbNDQRPjH9sBPe7g&s=19 twitter . com/st05_uoxou/status/1758821836127957202?t=gIUzv9uALvzjQCJ2Dl2vnA&s=19 twitter . com/mysillycomics/status/1235409655532269568?t=y36Wzm7AIrpelkicXlWfZw&s=19 [7/?]

also i noticed you rbed the ryusen cake by the ocean edit, so i'm linking 2 other edits from the same user (i shared one of them before but idk if you saw them since they might have gotten buried under everything else, so sharing them again just in case): tumblr . com/shirleyjakcson/654666138019594240/i-dont-know-about-this-power-of-science-stuff-you?source=share tumblr . com/shirleyjakcson/654696259298476032/dragon-rabbit-theres-no-way-a-combination-like?source=share and there's also this video that i linked in one of my earliest messages, since i also don't know if you've already seen it youtu . be/-Gjzr5HmmfY?si=-RhP-86SUOTs8Uic and from the same user, here's an out-of-context edit that's a 'comprehensive guide' to kr (aka memes summing up each rider mentioned in the song, which is an abridged version of 'george karizaki's rider system,' a character song for the guy of the same name from the season revice in honor of revice airing in 2021 - kr's 50th anniversary - and which is sung by his actor hamao noritaka and basically lists every rider in the showa era, every primary and secondary rider in the heisei era (excluding kuuga bc no secondary rider in the first place) and for the first 2 seasons in the reiwa era, and every rider in revice's main show), in case you want to pick your next kr season instead based on a meme you want to understand here lol youtu . be/N6zw0IGkUFY?si=fbCsMgploCWMuI0m and since the video doesn't have subs, this page has the lyrics so you can keep up with which rider is which: kamenrider . fandom.com/wiki/George_Karizaki%27s_Rider_System [7/?]

also i think i forgot to mention way before that kasumi's actor risako ito is also known for starring in the 'long long man' commercial, which also aired in 2017 (assuming you don't know about it already as well), and well i just find it funny that apparently this is the kind of stuff she finds herself drawn to acting in like ajfhkjwshs youtu . be/6-1Ue0FFrHY?si=kjyG9FzsqwwVN6a8 and if you want fic recs, i'll just link them next time since these messages are getting longer than i anticipated again (assuming you haven't been reading fics already, too) and a couple more accounts you might want to check out on twitter: the daily build twitter account @ daily__build which posts pictures of the cast both in-character and as themselves (some of which were already in the tumblr posts i shared earlier), which hadn't been updating for a while bc it's run by a brazilian but now it's back, happily + @ tokustats, a lot of whose tweets i included in my previous link compilation, and it's basically sports graphics (mainly nba i think?) edited to fit various toku shows (i think they linked all their build graphics in one thread, but you can also search for the graphics with the hashtag kamenriderbuild). anyway i hope this isn't too overwhelming for you, and feel free as well to take your time in checking everything out :-) [8/8]

KR ANON!! WOAH HI !!!! omg its so great to hear from u again, i hope ur doing good and ur university stuff is going well, it sounds v busy akfjdskjf i understand the grind 100% 😔

as for the stuff ive watched, i finished the main eps first and then went for basically everything i could find that i knew had the build charas/story involved, so the only stuff from everything u mentioned that im missing are the 4 eps from zi-o, the revice spinoff, outsiders and the stageshows. i was thinking of leaving the crossover movies for later at first but then i also didnt wanna wait for if/when i watch ex-aid or zi-o so i just went for them (esp since u mentioned banjou chara development for one of them which i was Rlly curious about) and i enjoyed both, non-canon as they might be akfjdksf.. i think ill check out those zi-o eps but i probs wont watch the whole show (yet at least)

but yeah it rlly was a rollercoaster holy shit that entire final arc in the show was fucked up and evil?? in the best way possible??? i was crying literally the entire last three eps help ... the silly little rabbit w a death wish was too real...... i def saw what u meant by the end bit being weaker but honestly it didnt feel too bad to me, it probably wouldve been better executed if they had more eps to work w (which ik are strictly consistent for every season) + those actors that werent able to film, but i feel like for what they had to work with they did a rlly good job bc i was still hooked and Invested(tm)

i only got to the other stuff afterwards so i didnt rlly watch the whole story in chronological order (which. i probs shouldve???) but i did enjoy those a lot too esp the second stage play as u already saw akfjdksjfkds that and be the one were.... man....... the found family. the ryusen. Kiryuu Fucking Sento. Good Lord. i dont think ill ever recover from the rain and the music box and 'hes my precious partner, our relationship wasnt a fabrication' that was worse than getting stabbed i think

also the rogue spinoff like i went in already liking gentokus chara a Lot after seeing the whole story so i was biased but i think they showed his desperation and spiral into insanity (? if it makes sense) rlly well there, it was def a lot more brutal but somehow i ended up liking the fight scenes in there more than the main story ones maybe bc they didnt have much of the cgi? either way it was a good insight into gentokus past/chara (and a little bit of takumis too who i always like seeing) and now i can Genuinely put him in the 'poor little meow meow who killed people' box so yay :) my silly shirt man i care him :)

then theres the new world movies which.....sigh......... Yeah............ those sure were movies ......... the comphet honestly didnt even bother me that much bc im so used to ignoring when writers pull shit like that (tho the whole banjou/yui thing did give me a fic idea in a way that i started outlining afkjdksgj) but the way they just undid the entire logic of the new world with the point of it being that its entire existence is only possible w evolt and the pandora box no longer existing is just. Eugh. like i get they have to have some sort of villains bc this is toku and the action has to be there but it just makes no sense in the sequel setting where its supposed to be A Normal World.??? we couldve had two movies about ryusen navigating life in this world and slowly finding their family again or smth like that but nope. kill the canon with rocks who even cares /s

anyway yeah i did enjoy the ride overall and im feeling very unwell over these guys so thank u sm again for recommending build it was a great time even tho i took . fucking forever to finish it 😭 also im super down to watch more so if u have recommendations for any other ones pls do share!! one of my mutuals also recd den-o and ryuki so i might go for one of those next and maybe ex-aid too later, but yea if theres any show besides those u think are good id love more recs 👀 ill be looking forward to the review u wanted to send me earlier too im super interested in what u thought abt it

[olivereactsaboutgarbage]

One Piece Chapters 193-201

Oh... I’m stopping at Chapter 201, am I... that’s a little silly... that’s a little goofy...

Chapter 193 - Utopia

Nami declares that she doesn’t mind if the female member of Team Large is a pain in the foot, and kills her using birds.

Meanwhile, what Mr. Zero wanted was power. Obviously. This kingdom has something scary in it, which is the only reason Mr. Zero even cared.

Oh yeah, and Zoro is also fighting a sword. Zoro says that winning this battle will earn him enough EXP to level up.

Chapter 194 - Cutting Steel

Huh? The sword’s not even Lufpy yet he can do his fingers like that? What a freak...

In the past, Zoro gets disappointed at his mentor’s inability to remove pages themselves from the very pages within which those pages exist. Jeez, Zoro’s standards are way too high...

In the present, Zoro starts listing off cool things he’s not planning on doing while casually lifting a house. ...Oh, wait, he actually IS planning on doing them. He’s just too shy to let anyone see.

Chapter 195 - Mr. Bushido

Zoro throws the house and turns it into cubes! Just like that one anime director. Then he fights the sword some more. I don’t know what the cubes had to do with anything.

The sword does that Kars thing where his arm which is a sword is way too spinny to classify as a sword, let alone an arm.

Zoro gets thrown at a pillar, then the next attack against him destroys the pillar. Continuing the JoJo metaphor, it’s kind of like Zoro is a frog.

“And now that everything around me IS eerily silent rather than NOT being eerily silent, I am continuing to have this feeling!” That’s what Zoro says next.

Zoro demonstrates that he has the inherent Sword Wielder Power to notice all objects. Because he can notice whatever, he can now destroy it. Therefore he wins

Chapter 196 - 1

Chapter 195

I... don’t even know what to say about this. I’m just... looking at it.

It turns out four guys are doing “suicide attack” tactics.

They die

Someone else also

Chapter 197 - The Leaders

The primary male child shows up.

This can be a reaction image too if it wants to be. I won’t use it but maybe someone will.

Now it’s time for the princess and the primary male child to end the war, maybe.

Next, the primary male child gets shot in the chest as part of a clever “the surrender was a ruse” ruse.

Chapter 198 - 4:15 p.m.

And in five minutes... I will have finished this chapter.

More bloodshed happens. Also, one of Mr. Zero’s signature storms also happens.

Did I mention that the whole palace was gonna get exploded? I took a really eventful break in the middle of writing this post and forgot if I mentioned that.

The princess gets Frickin Dangled

Then the arm Mr. Zero is using to Frickin Dangle the princess accidentally stops existing. Well, I’m sure she’ll be fine.

There’s a bird. And Lufpy. That’s good!

Heh... five minutes exactly.

Chapter 199 - Hope!!

Okay I haven’t been mentioning it but the weird misty thing is continuing to happen to speech bubbles.

Anyway, after a pleasant get-together, Lufpy punches Mr. Zero and it actually connects. Lufpy’s secret is: Water... wet sand is less sandy than dry sand, so you can kill it.

Chapter 200 - Water Luffy

Some goons show up who Zoro and Sanji decide will take a couple seconds to deal with.

Lufpy and Mr. Zero are doing a fight where Lufpy actually has a chance of winning. Lufpy also has an extreme version of one of those beer can hats for Ultimate Winning.

Mr. Zero says that if Lufpy can’t pull off a Donkey Kong-style victory, he’ll surely lose. Lufpy decides to keep him guessing by destroying any chance he had of pulling off a Donkey Kong-style victory, instead activating Water Balloon Mode from Kirby and the Forgotten Land and giving himself the possibility of a Kirby-style victory.

Chapter 201 - Nico Robin

Oh, this is the Nico Robin chapter? The famous Nico Robin from One Piece? Maybe this actually WAS a better chapter to end on than 200.

Nico Robin wants to go to the important thing this kingdom has. Not the alleged weapon, the other thing.

Not only his luck... even Lufpy’s hearing has run out! He will be deaf for the remainder of the manga.

Mr. Zero does the only thing Uraraka has ever done in My Hero Academia.

Nico Robin encounters the palindrome cop. Nico Robin’s tragic backstory is that she was a tiny baby who made ships sink. I mean it’s tragic for boat enthusiasts, not for herself.

Lufpy gets Frickin Dangled

[madhyanas]

My babe, light of my life, I’m here to ask about WIPs! Uhhh how about fight fight fight, grocery thing, and/or djarins arrive?? Also I’m a hoe for boba so the number of potential works brings me joy

aw YEAH babe thank u for fuelling my narcissism and hyperfixation here we GO

check under the cut if you’re interested in some shitty unfinished sNeAk PeAkS

aight so fight fight fight is part of the modern!au and it’s basically what it says on the tin - boba gets into a fight and there’s some tending to wounds at the end. there’s a lot of tension and pining and maybe angst because they argue a LOT these idiots

“What are you doing?” you hiss, not really caring for an answer but demanding one anyway. But Boba’s not even looking at you, glowering at the other man menacingly even with the helmet between. You bring your other palm to his chest and try to push him back, pull him to the side, anything to get him to leave this stupidity.

He doesn’t so much as sway on his feet, remaining firm and tall and angry as he shrugs your hold off. His hand — non-dominant, you realise later, the one you’re not standing next to — lashes out to strike the man viciously on the side of his head.

You see a flash of the other man flinching to the side, knocking […] to the floor tiles, his hand swinging up blindly before—

Thud.

A burst of pain shatters through your right temple.

grocery thing, also part of the modern!au, was meant to be an interlude of sorts. reader and boba aren’t exactly on speaking terms at this point even though they both want to be. yeah i will write the reader to be a stubborn fool it’s called projection babes 💋✨

You whirl round, just for the words to shrivel up and die in your mouth. There’s a pathetic choke that, you realise later, bubbles up from your throat.

Because looming over you is a sight you haven’t seen in weeks. You see your face distorted in a smooth glass T-visor, set in a weathered, god-awful green helmet.

“Boba.”

You say his name so dumbly that you cringe immediately after. How many times have you rehearsed what you’d say to him? Fancy seeing you here. Look what the cat dragged in. You moron.

I missed you.

He takes a step back, and it is only then that you realise how close he was before. Completely in your space as you leaned against the racks. A while ago, that would’ve bothered you. Hell — a while ago, you would have noticed. Why didn’t you now?

You give him a once-over, as if you’re checking for the same scrapes and bruises and split lip all over again. As if weeks haven’t gone by without so much as a breath in the other’s direction. He looks… the same. You can’t say good, because Boba’s never been one to care about appearances beyond ‘presentable’ and it shows in his day-to-day. The same olive-green bomber jacket. The same pair of braids, fastened to his shoulder. The same well-worn jeans. And of course, the same goddamn helmet — complete with its dent and intimidating glare.

He looks normal. Safe, healthy. Which is more than you can ask for, really. Since it’s none of your business.

While you fumble for words, scrambling for something, anything to say to him, Boba hold out a fist. Measured and firm, like all his movements are.

From his hand dangles the bag of limes.

and djarin’s arrive is from a paz x mando!reader thing i’ve been thinking about! au where the covert is FINE thank u very much. also big bratty sibling energy between the reader and din dfdkfdfhdf catch me writing better platonic relationships than romantic huh

You crack a smile at the barb. Din, resolutely not facing the taller man, grunts. You suspect he’ll be doing a lot of that while he’s here. From behind, Paz uses both gloved hands to press down on both your helmets with just enough force to be annoying. Such a child when he wants to be. Both of them, really.

A half-smile on your face, you swat at the pesky Infantry soldier’s arm, and the pressure from above vanishes before you feel a distinct plink on the back of your helm.

Flicking? Really?

Before you can turn around to give Paz a piece of your mind, you hear his voice. Right in your ear, had it been uncovered.

“Make sure he doesn’t blow anything up, baar’ur’ika,” he mutters, barely loud enough for your sensors to pick up yet resonating through your beskar, through your mind. You can hear the smirk in his voice. Maker, he didn’t even touch you — yet the remnants of that closeness lie heavy in your chest. By the time you recover from the low, rolling growl in your ear, Paz is gone.

Leaving you with Din. Who is suspiciously quiet.

“W-what?” 

“Hm?” Din’s helmet turns back to you, and it’s only then that you realise he wasn’t staring at all. Either you’re self-absorbed, or Din is oblivious. 

Must be the latter.

that’s all for now folks

come scream at me! i like talking to people :)

[barbiewritesstuff]

Trash Stache

-- My writer’s block has been terrible to me these last few days but I wanted to get SOMETHING out and into the world. Sorry if it’s terrible, I tried 

Tw. NSFW, eating out, gendered language and Glen Powell’s moustache 

Taglist: @mavswife @unsurebuttrying @dempy --

“Does it really look that stupid?”

You didn’t really know what to say. It was a trash stache like any other, but somehow, on Jake it made you question why it had gone out of fashion in the late twentieth century. He looked good with it, he looked fun. He looked less like the jackass he usually was. Or maybe that was due to the tan and the longer golden locks that were cascading down his forehead. He looked casual. And as much as you secretly liked how he looked in the uniform, post-holiday Hangman brought on some sinful thoughts you usually managed to keep buried down. Or maybe that was the problem. You could bury these thoughts down, and you had done so effectively that they had dropped down from your brain directly between your legs. 

“It doesn’t look bad” You said

“You wouldn’t lie to me, right?” He asked. 

You paused, happy he couldn’t see your smile through the phone. Jake didn’t call often, and especially not at night, but the two of you had gotten closer after the uranium plant mission. Him waking you up so late, or rather so early didn’t feel strange. You didn’t expect it to be about the moustache though.

“Jake… Why are you so bothered about the moustache anyway?”

“Can I come over?” 

“No. It’s three o’clock in the morning, you woke me up. It’s not my fault you’re feeling insecure about your pornstache, let me sleep” Is probably what you should have said but when the words fell out of your mouth, you found that they sounded suspiciously like “Yeah, sure” 

Jake was at your door in ten minutes flat. 

“I don’t think it looks dumb” He stated. You had turned on a lamp in the kitchen, drowning the room in a weak yellow light. Jake had gone out with the team for a few drinks, and apparently Rooster had spent most of the evening laughing about the trash stache. You stifled a laugh at the irony.

“Then why do you care what he thinks?”

Jake looked at you and pursed his lips. 

“This is probably TMI” He warned “I haven’t gotten laid in a while. Every girl I’ve flirted with has gone home with Rooster and I’m starting to think it’s the moustache” 

You laughed, “I think Rooster just knows how to use the trash stache better”

“Trash stache? It’s not a trash stache. Rooster has a trash stache, yes. I do not” He pointed a finger at you menacingly, you laughed again. Then, raising an eyebrow, he asked “What do you mean ‘knows how to use it better’?”

“This is definitely getting into TMI territory now” You chuckled nervously.

You hadn’t meant to bring up your history with Rooster. The words had fallen out of your mouth before you had even realised it, a fact you were starting to regret now.

“No, go on. You started the thought, you finish it”

“Fine” You pinched the base of your nose and closed your eyes “Do -- Do you eat girls out -- when… -- when, you know”

“No, why would I do that?” He scoffed. You didn’t know why you had asked. Jake hardly seemed like the kind of guy who would sleep with a girl for anything other than his own pleasure.

“Because it’s nice, Jake” 

“Look, I’m not picking up a girl just to be nice, okay -- hang on, how do you know Rooster eats girls out?!”

You stared at him for a second. When the penny fell, Hangman’s mouth opened and his eyes widened. Despite his best attempts at speaking, no sound came out. 

“It happened once -- or twice” You tried to explain. 

“Twice? You slept with Rooster twice”

“Ish…”

“Ish?!”

“He ate me out twice -- since he grew the stache”

“Wow… All this time, I thought you were in my camp, you were actually playing for Bradshaw, huh?” Jake seemed genuinely shocked for a second.

“It’s not like that” 

“Then what is it, princess? You guys fuck buddies?” He asked. His voice dropped a little lower than before, became a little more menacing, and his pupils dilated. He moved towards you with slow steps, standing tall. 

“We haven’t slept together in a while, I don’t know why it bothers you so much, I -- what are you doing?” You asked as Jake dropped down to his knees. You backed away but your body hit the cold surface of the fridge door. Hangman grabbed one of your thighs and trailed long, wet kisses down the inside. You prayed your legs wouldn’t buckle.

“I am going to show you that Rooster does not know how to use the ‘trash stache’ better.”

His fingers slipped underneath the oversized shirt you were wearing with a frown

“Is this Rooster's?” He asked, tugging at the hem. 

“An ex-boyfriend’s”

“Did he eat you out, Babygirl?” 

The nickname sent another wave of arousal to your core. 

“Jake” You sighed. He hadn’t even started anything on you, and yet the mere image of Jake Seresin kneeling in front of you, his mouth inches away from your clothed pussy was enough to make you moan. 

“You’re pathetic” He said as he looked up at you. He was right and if anyone else had spoken to you that way, you would have kicked them out faster than they could have apologised. With Jake though, you almost wished he would have applied the same bite that he had used in his voice to the inside of your thigh. 

He brought down your biker shorts and your underwear in one smooth movement and let them drop to the floor. The sight of you made him groan. Jake leaned forward to gently kiss above your slit. When you whimpered, he brought his mouth down again and sucked a hickey into your skin. Without warning, he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder. You steadied yourself with the handle on the fridge, the cold plastic contrasted so well with the heat you felt where Jake was touching that it made you almost dizzy. 

Hangman was still looking up at you when he parted your lips with his tongue and licked a thin strip of your arousal. His moustache tickled against your skin in a way that only added to your arousal.

“You taste fucking magnificent” He groaned. You dropped your head back against the fridge as Jake repeated the action, slower this time, savouring the effect his torture had on you. You involuntarily bucked your hips against his chin and he tutted.

““Look at me,” he demanded. When you didn’t obey immediately, he slapped your core, sending a shockwave through your body. Your head shot forward to look at him.

“I asked you to look at me”

You hadn’t been aroused when Jake had called, and certainly not until he dropped to his knees in front of you, but when his tongue vanished inside of you for a brief moment, he resurfaced, his chin slick with your juices. 

“So fucking wet, Baby” He peppered slight kisses against your clit and you whimpered

“Such a good girl” He moaned ”Tell me what you want”

“I want you to slap me again”

Jake didn’t move

“I want you to slap me again, Daddy”

His mouth left your pussy. His warmth was almost immediately replaced with the cold sting of the spank and you moaned. With no warning other than the shuffle of the fabric of his shirt, Jake fit two fingers inside you. He buried them to the knuckle. You moaned and closed your eyes at the stretch. It felt so right and yet so wrong. The pain almost made you cry, but when he removed his fingers you pouted.

“Listen when I talk. I asked you to look at me. If I have to ask you one more time, Babygirl, I’m going to have to punish you.” 

His other hand fumbled to unbutton his trousers and free his cock. He gave himself a few strokes before shifting a little so you could see what he was doing. You mewled pathetically at the sight of his rock hard cock, a pearl of precum already shiny at the head. 

“Maybe another time, Princess” Jake winked “Shall we start?” He asked, his hot breath hitting your bud in the most delicious way. Your pleasure-addled brain barely had time to wonder what the hell he had been doing to you if this was what it felt like when he hadn’t even started. Jake’s lips captured your clit and sucked gently, allowing his tongue to graze over your sensitive bud. His fingers started moving in and out of you, taking care to curl against that sensitive spot you somehow never managed to find. 

“Did Bradshaw make you feel this good, baby?” Jake asked against your skin. You might have been annoyed that he seemed unable to keep his mouth shut if the movement didn’t make his moustache rub against your sensitive area. 

The knot in your stomach began to tighten. Underneath you, Jake was thrusting his cock into his hand at increasing speed. Suddenly, he stopped and groaned, earning you another sharp suck on your clit. 

“Did you just cum?” You managed to ask

“Shut the fuck up” He grumbled against your crotch. He flicked his tongue against your bud and you saw stars. Then, he licked you again with gentler strokes of his tongue. The feeling of his ministrations coupled with the image of Jake orgasming that was replaying in your head sent you further on your way to orgasm. 

“I think I --”

“Shit you’re so tight around my fingers”

He thrust his fingers into you a little faster, hitting your sensitive spot every time. His tongue swirled against your clit.  

“Oh Jake, just like that”

“Come on Babygirl, show Daddy how good he’s making you feel.”

“Fuck” You screamed as your core tightened around his fingers and your vision clouded with pleasure. Jake moaned into you, sending vibrations against your already oversensitive clit and your legs almost buckled. He fucked his fingers into you through your orgasm, only stopping when you moved a hand down to still his hand. 

“Did he make you cum this hard, Babygirl ?” He asked between pants, a smirk planted on his face. You could only imagine what you looked like at that moment. A fucked-out look on your face, eyes glazed over and half naked in the dim light of your kitchen. Jake laughed a little. After the way he had turned you into a pathetic, moaning mess, you wanted nothing more than to wipe that smile off his face.

“You came fast” 

You looked at him. Jake had evidently been careful to cum into his underwear, as evidenced by the large wet patch on the red fabric of his boxer shorts, but as you looked, something caught your eyes. 

He stood up, shooting you a glare. 

“Look, if you’re going to make fun of me --” 

Jake stopped as you ran a finger against his leg, picking up a fat droplet of thick, white cum and licking it off of your finger

    “You missed a spot, Daddy” 

[spenciegoob]

Dethroned (Requested)

A/N: I know the request said the relationship between Reader and Luke is platonic, but I kinda dropped subtle hints that Luke is slightly pining for Reader... oop.

Request: smutty post-prison Reid being jealous. Like him just being absolutely in love with reader, like he had been since she joined the BAU but was too nervous to say anything so settled for being mega close best friends. Then when he returns from prison he finds out that her and Luke have become close friends whilst he’s been gone (its simply platonic though) and he ends up snapping and just absolutely annihilating the reader over her desk in the office after everyone else has left

Pairing: Post Prison!Spencer x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warning: jealous!spencer, exhibition, hair pulling, degradation/praise, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink

Masterlist

Word Count: 3.9K

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It was a gradual realization on his part. Spencer was so overwhelmed with coming home, his mom and Cat to even really take notice in the shift of your attention from him to Luke Alvez.

It wasn’t like you completely ignored him since his return. You were Spencer’s best friend, the title he settled on all those years ago when you all but skipped into the BAU and into his life.

And it wasn’t like you didn’t have other male friends. Before his leave, Derek and you had gotten along pretty well right off the bat, and Spencer never thought about it twice. If anything, he was ecstatic that two people that were so important in his life were also important to each other.

But when Spencer was stuck behind physical bars that represented every feeling for you he’s tried to keep at bay, you found comfort in Luke. He couldn’t blame you for that either, especially when the first time you visited him all he could see was hurt in your eyes, and all he could do was stare back with the same expression.

The first time he noticed the shift was after everything had settled, and the groove of life, for the team at least, was back in motion. You all had decided to go out and grab a drink, and the second you agreed, Spencer was also on board. He would follow you just about anywhere if it meant the smile on your face when he said yes stayed forever.

Luke had whispered something in your ear, the music in the bar too loud for Spencer to catch what it was. It had to be hilarious by the way you threw your head back in laughter, Luke’s eyes immediately dropping to the newly exposed skin, before nudging his shoulder with yours. 

Spencer couldn't keep his eyes off the conversation in front of him. He should have when the grip on his glass was so hard it could’ve shattered. 

“You know, kid, if you talked to her, she’d know how you feel,” Rossi had told him that night.

“That’s exactly why I can’t,” Spencer thought in his head, but merely gave Rossi a whatever, and walked away to the bathroom. He stared at himself in the mirror that night, hoping the disgust he felt for how angry he got whenever he saw you with Luke was enough to make it disappear.

It never did.

Like right now, Spencer sat at his desk, a rubber band ball being suffocated in his hand as he watched you perch yourself on top of Luke’s desk. It was an innocent act on you part, but the way Luke leaned back in his chair, opening himself up to you, and allowed his eyes to flicker to your bare legs that were swinging back and forth softly was definitely not innocent... not in Spencer’s book anyway.

It came as no surprise to Spencer that Luke would at the very least find you attractive. You were, in every aspect. Spencer could stare at your for hours, and sometimes, he did.

He would look at the way your skirt hugged your curves in the best possible way, or he would stare at your neck when you leaned back to stretch out. He would watch the way you crossed and uncrossed your legs, a nervous habit you’ve always had. Spencer would think about how soft they probably were, like silk rubbing against each other.

But now Luke was also looking at you like that while you talked about what you were going to do this weekend. 

“If you’re not busy, you should totally come,” you told him, obviously excited with the idea of Luke tagging along to wherever you planned on going.

“Yeah, I think I can make that work,” he agreed, and when he did, you jumped up off his desk, enthusiasm practically dripping from you.

“Yes! It’ll be so much fun, I promise!” And then you did the one thing Spencer silently begged you would never. You kissed Luke on the cheek before scurrying back to your desk.

Of course you would kiss him on the cheek. To you, that was a seemingly innocent and friendly action, one that Spencer had been on the receiving end of for the past 10 years. 

But now, Luke stole his crown and was flaunting it in front of Spencer’s face like an older brother who just got an XBOX for Christmas. Okay, maybe Spencer was a tad on the dramatic side, but how could he not be when Luke all but physically railed you over his desk when his eyes unashamedly did?

There were many things Spencer could take and get back up like nothing had happened. He’s been shot, punched, kicked, framed for murder and hell, he even stabbed himself, but none of that compared to the deep rooted anger that blossomed in his chest like a flame to gasoline when the thought of Luke touching you swarmed his brain.

Enough was enough.

“Alright, you’ve all worked enough today. Please, go home and get some rest,” Emily’s voice traveled from outside her office door to the agents that still inhabited the bullpen like a second home. Most, including Emily in its rarity, gathered their stuff to finally call it a night.

“So, you’ll text me the information?” Luke asked you as he was putting his jacket on. You had yet to move from your slouched position over whatever paperwork you insisted on finishing before leaving. 

“Yeah, definitely!” You beamed up at him before returning back to your case file immediately. Luke walked away with a little more pep in his step than usual per Spencer’s analysis. 

“Hey, Spence. Do you think you can hang back a second and look over this for me?” You asked him, catching the attention of the stumbling genius as he tried to get back to his apartment as fast as possible and deal with his... issues with you and SSA Luke Alvez.

He was going to say no, really he tried, but when he looked up to your puppy dog eyes and slight pout, how could he? Spencer knew you were giving him that face on purpose, he had told you in the past that if you were to ever give him your best puppy dog eyes, he could never refuse.

Now it was coming back to bite him in the...

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Spencer made his way over to your desk that was piled high in paperwork more than anyone else’s.

“I took a bunch of work home, and I accidentally dropped all my files and they scattered every where. So now, all the paperwork is mixed up and Emily needs these by tonight. Basically I’m screwed, but I just wanted to make sure the arsonist in Kentu-”

“I’ll help you,” Spencer interrupted your rambling once he got a grip on himself after adjusting to being so close to you. The smell of your perfume wafted into Spencer’s nose and got him drunk faster than any alcohol could ever. 

“Oh no, Spence. Don’t worry I can handle this,” you immediately shut him down, but Spencer was not easy to convince, and once his mind is set to something, there’s no changing it.

“I want to, trust me.” Spencer had started to roll his desk chair over to you. You sat there momentarily stunned for two reasons:

1. He had dropped everything to help you.

2. He wasn’t affected by the close proximity of you two the same way you were, or at least knew how to hide it really well.

The buzzing of your phone on your desk pulled you from your trance as Spencer settled next to you and went to pull a new file from your overgrowing pile. 

You picked it up to find a text from Luke, opening your phone to a picture of Roxy enjoying the toy you got her last week.

Spencer turned to you to find you smiling and letting out a breathy laugh at your phone.

“What?” He asked, more sarcasm dripping from his tone than expected. If you noticed, you didn’t say anything.

“Just Luke and Roxy. I love that dog so much,” you said while putting your phone on silent and setting it face down. You didn’t look up at Spencer, but if you did you’d find him beet red with anger, and holding the armrests of his chair a little tighter than necessary. 

“Hm,” was all he mumbled in response. This, you didn’t ignore.

“Is something wrong? You really don't have to do this with me,” you fumbled over your words, worried that your clumsiness and disorganization was what was annoying Spencer.

“No no, it’s not this. I like paperwork, actually.” You finally looked over at Spencer to find him already staring at you. His gaze bore into you like a blade to the gut, his intensity something you had never been on the receiving end of. It would be a lie if you were to say it wasn’t making you nervous.

“Then what is it.” Your words were not meant to come out as a whisper, but with Spencer’s intimidation and the way it made your stomach flip, you were overwhelmed already.

“Nothing, just, uh,” his confident persona was gone just as quickly as it came. “You and Luke, huh?”

Now it makes sense. You couldn’t help the small smile that etched across your features at his unknowing admission. Spencer Reid was jealous, actually jealous.

“Yeah, he’s a great friend.” Your emphasis on the word friend did not go unnoticed by Spencer, but he couldn’t stop himself from letting the words crawling up his throat out.

“I’m sure he thinks the same about you. The profile in this case fi-”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Two can play at this game, and if it was going to end the way the two of you were unknowingly both hoping, you would have to succumb to the rules.

“Hm? Oh! So you’re oblivious to the way he looks at you?” Spencer spat back, jealous intimidation turning to full anger now.

“Jesus, Spencer. Of course I’m not oblivious, but that doesn’t mean I look at him like that.” At this point, you stood up from your chair, Spencer’s approach throwing you off and getting you more worked up than you cared to admit.

“Besides, I have eyes for someone else,” you mumbled quietly under your breath, but Spencer caught it. “I’m calling the night. I suggest you do the same.”

You picked up as many files you could, not wanting to reach over Spencer before turning around to make you descent home.

Before you could get far, though, Spencer grabbed your elbow and spun you back to crash into his hard chest. You gasped, not making eye contact and instead opting for staring at his lips.

“Who?” Spencer asked, also not looking up from your lips. Both of your minds swarmed with the desperation to feel each other’s against your own.

“You.” And that was all he needed to finally succumb to his mind’s wishes. Your lips moved together like a violin bow to a string, creating a perfectly conducted symphony of files falling from your arms and deep inhales of each other.

Spencer reached out behind you, never taking his lips off yours and pushed anything that was on your desk with a deafening crash. Pens, papers and tape now littered the bullpen floor, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care when all you could feel were Spencer’s hands gripping your waist as he hoisted you up to sit you on your now clear desk.

His lips finally detached from yours, the need for oxygen getting in the way of a kiss you wish could last for eternity. They didn’t go very far, Spencer attacking your neck with little nips, surely to leave incriminating bruises. Your hips started to involuntarily roll forward, searching for friction from his hardening member still constrained by his work slacks.

“Spencer, please,” you begged, needing to feel him, all of him at this moment. His lips abandoned your neck to slowly pull back and scan your body like a predator indulging in his final prey one last time before he answered.

“Please what, Princess,” Spencer whispered, his hands moving down to grip your thighs that were attempting to squeeze together at your new pet name.

“Please, fuck me,” you whimpered back. His deep chuckle resonated through you as he leaned closer until he was directly next to your ear, his hot breath fanning down your neck causing you to arch your back slightly.

“Right here on your desk like a little whore,” he whispered against you, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. Spencer shook his head slightly as he pulled back to grab your chin lightly with two fingers, forcing your head back.

He leaned in as close as possible to whisper against your lips one last time. “Only for you.”

Time stopped as hands sped up in a frenzy to rip each other’s clothes off, lips molding together like a lock and key never wanting to separate, and hips involuntarily grinding against each other in search for some friction in an overwhelming search for release.

Only when Spencer gave up on your shirt buttons and ripped the fabric apart, adding drums in the form of buttons hitting the desk and floor to the song you two collectively decided to dance to tonight, did he allow his lips to leave yours. Slowly, he nipped his way back down your neck, pushing you back softly until your body fully rolled down on the cool wood underneath you. 

Spencer’s eyes found yours again as his hands inched behind you, silently asking for permission to break down yet another barrier between your two bodies. After a pleading whimper from you, he unclasped your bra and slowly pulled it down your arms. 

Spencer maintained eye contact as he wrapped his mouth around your nipple, swirling his tongue around the peak before sinking his teeth in teasingly. Your back arched into him, a strangled whimper leaving your body as the heat between your thighs increased significantly.

“Spencer please hurry. I need you,” you whimpered softly, pulling his hair back from the top of his head in hopes of getting him in an area far more dire in need of attention. 

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” Spencer mumbles in between kisses inching back up your body. His hands make their way under your skirt as he continues. “I want to take my time with you, but given our circumstances,” he paused to take a look at the deserted bullpen. “I’ll give you what you want, and fuck you like a whore.”

There was no other way to explain the way Spencer ripped your panties off so hard the lace snapped under his force than animalistic. He wasted no time stuffing them into his back pocket, and fully separating from you to stand straight and unbuckle his belt. Spencer’s eyes stared down at you, taking in every part of your body to file away in his brain in case he ever needs it. His once honey brown orbs were now absorbed with black, his pupils full and his eyes displaying a kind of fire only lust can fuel.

Once his belt was fully off, he smirked and folded it in his hands. Staring at the new object of his desire, he tantalizingly shook it back and forth slowly, watching the way it bounced with his movements.

“Should I gag you with this so you don't alert the whole goddamn building of how desperate you are?” Spencer looked back at you to find your cheeks a deep shade of red, partially at his degrading tone, but mostly at the idea of being gagged.

“No, sir. I wanna feel you.” The title slipped past your lips with no control or hesitation. Your cheeks burned further as Spencer’s movements stopped, his eyes widening slightly. 

“Fuck it,” he whispered before throwing the belt on the floor and unzipping his pants with more speed than you've ever seen him move. 

Spencer gave you zero time to even register his size before he was stepping in between your legs, lining himself up and slamming into you to the hilt with one hand, the other grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling back hard, all while never taking his eyes off you.

You couldn’t stop the loud gasp leaving your body as Spencer groaned at the feeling of you around him.

“God, you’re so fucking tight, Princess,” he grounded out, the soft growl in his tone causing you to whimper and clench around him.

When he felt you start to squirm underneath him after adjusting to his size, Spencer started to move, setting a brutal pace immediately. Your entire body felt like it became engulfed in flames, the feeling of Spencer repeatedly hitting the sweetest spot inside you over and over with a force unmatched was too much to handle.

Tears started to well in your eyes as the soft whimpers and pleads left your lips. Spencer pulled himself from his position tucked neatly into your neck to stare down at you, never relenting on his pace.

“What’s wrong, Princess,” he teased, a smirk growing across his features at your tears. “Is it too much for your little cunt? What happened to the girl that begged to be fucked like a whore?”

Spencer let go of his grip on your hair to wipe the tears blackened with mascara that were running down your face. 

“So good, sir. Please don’t stop,” you mumbled, only half coherent. The only thing you could focus on was the feeling of Spencer filling you completely. His dark eyes flickered down from your face only for a second, but when he looked back up at you, excitement joined the lust in them, a swirl of emotions destined to destroy you in the end.

Spencer grabbed one of your hands that was gripping his shoulder, nails digging into the skin and leaving marks he wished would last forever. He placed in on your stomach, and confusion filled your mind for a moment until you felt the tip of his cock hit your hand.

“You feel that, Princess? You feel how deep I am? I’m gonna fill you up.” Your back arched, and you finally released a loud, wanton moan at his words. Spencer didn’t miss the way you clenched around him tighter at the thought. “God, I’m gonna fill you up with my cum, make you - fuck- carry my child. Make sure everyone knows who you belong to.”

You felt the knot in your stomach growing tighter with each word, and when Spencer lifted one of your legs into the crook of his elbow, hitting you impossibly deeper, you knew you weren't going to last much longer.

“Oh G-god, Spence. I- I’m gonna....”

“It’s okay, Princess. I’ve got you,” he groaned back, lifting two fingers to your lips before forcing them into your mouth. Instinctively, you hollowed out your cheeks and sucked on his digits. “Let go, Princess.”

All you needed was his permission before letting your orgasm rock through you, the muscles in your body seemingly losing and gaining all the tension in the world at once, your vision going white, and your mind blank except for one thought; Spencer.

Your loud moans were blocked by his fingers pushing deeper down your throat, catching them before any unwanted guests could hear. 

Your moans started to turn to whimpers around his fingers as the overstimulation kicked in. Spencer could sense it by the way you still clung to him as tightly as possible.

“Fuck that’s it. You’re doing so well, Princess, taking all of me,” he growled out, his hips losing their rhythm, signaling his own impending orgasm. Spencer leaned down further, pushing your leg farther up in the process, and again, hitting you deeper than imaginable.

Two more sloppy thrusts in that position, and Spencer was coming deep in you with your name and different praises being groaned in your ear. He bottomed out once more, coming to a stop buried deep, both of you trying your hardest to catch your breath.

When he started to pull out, you whimpered immediately at the feeling.

“I know, sweetheart. I’m almost done,” Spencer whispered, caressing your cheek as he fully unsheathed himself. The abandoned weight of him on top of you, and the loss of his cock filling you up left you cold as he went to rummage through your drawers for tissues, but all you could do was stare up at the lights hanging from the ceiling, your body still slightly twitching.

When Spencer returned to you, he sat you up and kissed your forehead before reaching in between your legs to clean you up. The second the tissue hit your sensitive cunt, you winced.

Spencer looked back up at you but before he could say anything, you cut him off.

“It’s okay. I’m okay,” you reassured him, smiling softly as you reached up to caress his cheek. Upon your approval, he went back to cleaning you up. “Actually, I’m more than okay. That was.. That was-”

“Yeah,” he said, chuckling slightly and shaking his head. “I know, right?”

“Maybe we should thank Luke,” you teased him. Immediately, his smile faded and he looked up at you with an expression that can only read “Seriously?”

You let out a full laugh now, obviously still entertained with the idea that the Dr. Spencer Reid was jealous of Luke Alvez.

“I’m joking,” you said, your smile turning from one of hilarity to adoration as Spencer straightened back up to stand between your legs and wrap his arms around your waist. “And Spence, it’s always been you. Not Luke, not anyone else. You.” You emphasized your point by jabbing a finger into his chest.

“Good, because that would make this really awkward,” he said back. You tilted your head in confusion to which he laughed at before continuing. “Do you want to go grab dinner?”

Your cheeks blushed profusely as he asked you out as if you didn’t just let him take you over your own desk at work. 

“I would love to say yes, but I still have to finis-” When you turned around to look at the pile of paperwork you had yet to complete, it was no longer on your desk, but scattered around it. During the rush of trying to feel each other completely, the two of you failed to notice the stack of files that started this whole thing had fallen all over the bullpen floor.

“Emily is going to kill me,” you said, turning back to Spencer who was still staring at the now empty spot on your desk.

“Actually, she has two reasons to kill us now.” You threw you head back in laughter, Spencer joining you at the thought of Emily finding out about the last 30 minutes. “But seriously, you go deal with the security footage, and I’ll deal with the paperwork.”

“Hmmmm...” You pretended to ponder the thought of not having to do all of that paperwork by yourself anymore. “Deal.”

“Deal,” Spencer repeated back, smiling softly before kissing you one more time.

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