#decided not to add this to the reblog chain i had going on for days 1-3 cuz honestly it looks annoying to look at and scroll through

[c9kefestation]

Day um um um um...fuck

Day..6?? I think idk. I skipped over some days because I hadn't really made any insane progress, just like hair touch ups, adding on the collar and the belt. So I mightve lost track BUT ITS OK!!

Today I added his belt buckle, the little side pieces from his pants and that line whatever it's called.

Hes looking pretty good! I think from this point onward its all about the details.

[iluvmattsbeard]

late at night (c.s)

master list

warnings: none!

preview: you and the triplets decided to go rent out a cabin leaving the Los Angeles lifestyle for a little bit to take a breather. late at night, you were awaken by a sleepless Chris knocking on your door.

a/n: likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!

you're in your room, packing your luggage as you talk on the phone, "how long are we staying there again?" you speak up, looking through your drawers. it was way too early in the morning. your mind needed some refreshing. "till Sunday." Nick replies shortly. he was also packing his things for the two day get away. you and the triplets decided to take this trip up the mountains to get peace and quiet. a change of scenery is always good. “is Matt and Chris ready?” you ask folding a few shirts. Nick scoffs, “Matt is still sleeping.” you look at the camera to face him. Nick looks back at you and freezes, “are you serious? how about Chris?” you ask with a straight face.

“let me see.” he says putting down what he had in his hands, walking towards his bedroom door. he opens it and shouts, “Chris!” you stare at the phone waiting for a response. “yeah?” Chris shouts back. “what are you doing?” Nick asks leaning against his door. Chris eventually walks into the room, “I just finished packing.” he says. he looks at the camera and sees you, causing him to smile a bit, “good morning Y/n.” he greets. “can you wake up Matt? I don’t want to be the one to drive up the mountain.” you ask with the same straight face, making Chris’s smile fade, “no good morning back?” he asks. Nick rolls his eyes before interrupting, “Chris, go do what she asked.” he pushes the younger brother out the door, shutting it.

“you and him need to get a license.” you let out, earning a scoff from him, “trust me, you don’t want me behind the wheel. especially if Matt and Chris are the passengers.” you laugh a bit shaking your head. you’ve witnessed his driving before, it’s not that he was terrible at it. he just stresses out too much. as you two finish packing, Chris knocks on Nick’s door before entering, “Matt’s getting ready now.” he says. “is he packed already?” Nick asks. “yeah. I guess he packed last night.” he responds getting on his phone. “that’s probably why he overslept.” you join in. Chris looks at you, “I still didn’t get a proper good morning.” he mutters. you ignore him, “okay Nick i’ll see you in a bit. I’ll stop by the store for a few items. just text me in the group chat.” Nick nods, as Chris sighs dramatically, “so now i’m being ignored?” he adds on making you laugh a bit.

“text in the group chat as well Chris. also, remind Matt to attach the snow chains onto the tires.” you state picking up your phone. “okay I will.” Nick guarantees you. you both say good bye and you start to carry your luggage.

meanwhile, the triplets start to pack the car, waiting for you to arrive. Chris texts you what he wants, including what his brothers want since the two were busy doing what you said earlier, attaching the snow chains.

Y/n

‘be there soon’

you text Chris causing him to grin.

Chris

‘I hope you’re in a nicer mood when I see you 😄’

Y/n

‘we’ll see’

after a bit, you arrived at their house, or as Chris states out dramatically, “finally! you took forever.” you place the bags on the counter looking at him, “maybe because someone, as in you, requested too many items.” you let out, handing him the bag with his requests. he takes it and smiles, “thank you.” you shake your head a bit, smiling slightly at his gratitude, “you’re welcome.”

your attention soon lands on Matt, “are you set to drive?” you ask. Matt nods, “yeah let’s go.” he responds. you all pile into the car with you sat in the back with Nick and Chris in the passenger seat. you were all now heading to the anticipated place, a cozy cabin that you all decided to split money on. the car ride was only 2 hours long. Nick knocked out during the whole ride, Matt was focused on the road, and you were resting your head on your fist, staring out the window. you admired the change of scenery. your thoughts were soon interrupted by Chris turning up his music. you lift your head to look at him. he was singing along loudly, “Chris! turn it down!” Matt shouts.

you laugh while Chris turns the music up louder. Nick gets woken up, “seriously?” he mumbles tiredly. “look, we’re here!” Chris says excitedly, pointing at the cabin. Matt parks the car as you all look at the building. it was perfect. you put on your beanie and head out the car with everyone else. the four of you carry everything out the car and head inside. Nick bends down and lifts the welcome mat, revealing a silver key. he picks it up and unlocks the door. as soon as everyone shuffled inside, you guys were instantly hit with a comforting scent. you guys look around and you couldn’t help but eye the fireplace. you were excited for this weekend. “let’s look at the rooms.” Matt suggests, walking towards the hallway. there was exactly four rooms.

you all pick out rooms and you guys settle in. Nick sits on your bed and looks around, “what is the plan for today?” he asks with a smile. you sit next to him, “I thought we were snowboarding?” you ask. Nick looks at you with an eyebrow raised, “do you think I know how?” he asks making you giggle, “how hard could it be?” you state.

you guys eventually did go snowboarding, “okay maybe I was quick to assume.” you say looking at Nick as you both were laying in the snow with visible irritation on his face. “I told you!” he lets out, causing you to laugh. “are you guys okay?” Chris asks lifting his goggles up. you look at him, “a little sore.” you respond. he smiles and puts his hand out. you look at his hand before grabbing it. he pulls you up. “okay help me now!” Nick shouts. you and Chris burst put into laughter.

when you guys head back to the cabin, you went straight to take a shower. your body was aching from all the tumbling you did also, from the tumbling Nick did into you. later on, you guys had pizza for dinner and you all ended up going to bed early. you were definitely drained from today, waking up early and absolutely failing at snowboarding. you didn’t hesitate to drift off to sleep.

suddenly, you were woken up by a knock on your door. you rub your eyes and get up wondering who it could be. you look at the clock on the bedside table and groan quietly. it was the middle of the night. you open the door and see Chris. you could tell from the look on his face that something was up, “what’s wrong?” you whisper tiredly. he looks at you and whispers back, “can I stay with you?” he asks catching you off guard. “what? why?” you ask confused because he usually goes to Matt. “please?” he adds on. you rub your forehead and sigh. you open the door wider, letting him in. he walks in and immediately lays in your bed. you shut the door and turn around, standing still.

you watch as Chris snuggles into your blanket, “why do you want to be in here?” you ask. “I had a bad dream.” he whispers.“then why didn’t you go to Matt or Nick?” you ask walking closer to the bed. he shuts his eyes, “I didn’t want to.” he responds. you shake your head a bit and eventually lay next to him. you lay on your hand facing him. Chris opens his eyes and looks at you. “do you want to tell me what happened in your dream?” you whisper. he just stays quiet as he continues to stare at you. “come on. you disturbed my sleep.” you add on. he shakes his head, “I don’t want to talk about it.” he says.

you sigh, “okay, try to get some more sleep then.” you say turning around. you lay on the opposite side as you look ahead of you. you then feel Chris’ get closer to you, making you turn around to face him. you both were looking at each other with a small distance in between. “I can’t sleep.” he whispers. “why not?” you ask with a slight groan. it was too late at night for this. you now understand why Matt wakes up grumpy. you analyze his face and still see the same look from earlier. you move the blanket and open your arms, indicating him to ‘come here’. he breaks the distance and lays his face in the crook of your neck.

you wrap your arms around him with one hand playing with his hair softly. Chris eventually relaxes in your arms. “Y/n?” he whispers with his eyes shut. “yes?” you respond. he let’s out a breath, “can we always be like this?” he asks with an unfamiliar tone. you pull away slightly to look at him but he hides his face. “Chris?” you say trying to move him so you could see his expression. “what’s wrong?” you ask with slight concern. as soon as your eyes met with his, you couldn’t help but notice tears roll down his cheeks. you widen your eyes, you’ve never seen him cry before, “Chris talk to me.” you add on.

“I feel like an idiot.” he says sitting up, causing you to sit up as well. you both sit there as you lift your hand to wipe his tears away. “tell me.” you whisper. his breath was shaky, “the dream I had…” he starts off but he shakes his head, “it’s stupid.” you shake your head, “Chris it’s okay just tell me.” you reassure him. he lets out a breath, “in the dream I told you how I felt about you and you didn’t feel the same way back. you ended up getting with someone else.” you sit there confused, “why would that bother you?” you ask. he shakes his head, “forget it.” you place your hand on his knee repeating the question, “why would that bother you?”

“this whole time i’ve felt this feeling. a strong feeling that i’ve tried to shake off. you know how I am, I don’t just feel these type of things. when you’re around, I feel this sudden urge of wanting to impress you or trying to get you to only look at me when i’m with my brothers.” he confesses making you sit there frozen. “when I had that dream, I woke up with my heart racing. that’s why I came here, to you. I don’t want it to be too late when it comes to me telling you how I feel.” he continues. “that’s why I asked if we could always be like this. it felt right to me.” he says talking about you both being in each other’s embrace.

Y/n’s POV

it was silent for a bit. I stared at him, continuing to analyze his face. I knew he was genuine about these feelings. looking back at it, I now realize his efforts. him coming to me now made me feel a knot in my stomach. deep down I did feel the same way, I just didn’t know if he felt it. Chris never acted this way. he’s never had a girlfriend or expressed his feelings to any girl utmost. so him telling me all of this left me speechless.

End of Y/n’s POV

he looks at you and waits for a response but nothing could come out of your mouth. Chris sighs, “i’m sorry if this was too much.” he moves about to get up but you grab his hand. you lay down pulling him back to how you both were before, with his face in the crook of your neck. “of course we can.” you whisper. he looks up at you with his mouth agape, “really?” he asks. you look at him and smile a bit, “yes really.” you reassure him. his eyes kept on you filled with admiration. you both smile and continue to be in each other’s arms. drifting off to sleep.

the next morning, you and Chris were on the sofa drinking hot chocolate. the fire place was lit and you both were under a shared blanket. you both talked about last night and how you both wanted to start off slow. as in not putting any labels on yet. he wanted to properly take you out first. you both agreed that when you both get back to LA that he would try for his license. you took his word for it. you sip your cocoa as he giggles a bit. you look at him with a raised eyebrow, “what you laughing at?” he smiles, “there’s something on your lip.” he says getting closer, leaving a small kiss on your lips.

“there we go.” he says licking his lips. “just whipped cream.” you sit there looking at him with pure shock. “what happened to slow and steady?” you ask. “I was just taking off the stuff from your lips.” he says with a sheepish smile. you put down your cocoa and pull him in for a proper kiss. he does the same and kisses back, resting his hands on your face. when you both pull away slowly, Chris speaks up, “I just had to kiss you. i’ve been waiting you know.” he whispers making you laugh softly. “okay but still. slow and steady.” you add on. he nods a bit, “it’s just kissing.” he says reattaching his lips onto yours.

a/n: yeah i don’t know how i feel about this but, hope you enjoyed. LIKES AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED.

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

The Best Kind of Blush

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~500

Warnings: fluff

Summary: Spencer helps you pick the best kind of blush for you.

Square Filled: roommate's best friend (2021) for @spencerreidbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

Spencer doesn’t understand the hype around makeup or why women love it so much, but he sees the smile on your face whenever you can paint your face. When you both have the day of, he likes to sit on the bed and watch you expertly blend makeup products to create something flawless. You’re already flawless but he likes seeing how much time and effort you spend on one look. It helps that you’re a makeup artist for low-budget films and TV shows. You’re making your way up the chain to bigger and better projects, but it’s a slow climb.

Your roommate, JJ, doesn’t mind Spencer being over all the time since they work together. She likes seeing him happy, and if you make him happy, then she supports your relationship.

You’re running out of makeup for your job as well as a few products for your everyday use, so you drag Spencer along to the store so he can help you pick out the best ones. The first section you go to is the special effects makeup products to get a new supply of items. Your job comes first, and when you see you have money left over for personal use, you drag Spencer to the eyeshadows.

“Hold your hand out.”

Spencer does, and you grab the sparkly palette you had your eye on for a while. The color glides on smoothly on his skin, and it’s fantastically glittery. You use his hand for multiple palettes and decide on two of them. You’d use your hands but they are covered with tattoos and the color wouldn’t show right. The next product you move onto is the blushes, and you grab the one you use almost every day. However, you want to try different ones you think might compliment your skin tone.

“Help me decide what blush I should get next.”

Spencer smirks and looks around the store to see if anyone is around. He wants to make sure people aren’t staring at him when he does what he’s gonna do.

“If you want a blush, I can give you a blush. For free, I might add.”

“What place do you know that has free blushes?”

Spencer isn’t big on PDA but he will do it if he knows no one is watching. He gives you a childish grin as he hooks his fingers in your belt loops. He pulls you closer and plants his lips on yours. He kisses you slowly and passionately like he would in the bedroom. He slides his tongue on your bottom lip and you’re inclined to give him what he wants. His tongue massages your own gently and leaves no inch untouched by him. When you feel butterflies go straight to your pussy, you pull back from him. Your cheeks are hot and you can only imagine they’re dark, too. You turn away from him to calm yourself down and he chuckles lowly.

“There it is,” Spencer chuckles. “Anytime you want a blush, you come to me.”

“Okay, Fabio, calm down,” you smile. “Go wait in the car.”

Spencer laughs and allows you to calm down without him next to you. You’re almost done shopping, and then you’re going to take him home and show him he can get a blush, too.

x

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[coinfight]

finally looked at the feedback and I appreciate all of them!! I'll comment my thought process on the common complaints publicly before talking with the current other mod

the +2 for non-gender was added with me thinking it will encourage people to coin stuff other than genders, which there is already a near endless amount of in the community, but it seems it was taken advantage of, unfortunately. Im planning to either only make it +1, make it so vague terms fall under 'gender' in this case (such as, a term related to x, rather than a y term related to x), or remove this system altogether.

the revenge mechanic was introduced mostly with me thinking people will be encouraged to attack more knowing they'll be likely to get something back as revenge, but I didnt anticipate it getting this out of hand to the point people were getting 20 points with 1 attack :'3. the revenge chain seems to be confusing for some anyway. this system worked better on art fight, where the points were counted automatically, and art that took more time got more points so it felt more balanced. Im planning the either cap it somewhere (maybe only 1 revenge gets counted ever and gets +2?), or remove it altogether

we most definitely both need more mods and better communication, this was a problem not once, but twice during the event. I can excuse this for now because we were mostly in a rush to get things ready and I did not get to flesh out the rules to the other mod before it started, but I do not want this to be a continued issue for next year.

the rush to start to event also caused for a lack of preparations and promotions for the event, so we let people join within the week the event was going on to make up for it. this eventually gave one team an unfair advantage. this will not be occurring next year, hopefully, as the team picking will be done a week prior and the reblogs will be locked once the 2nd day of the event comes around.

Ive seen a few comment about how there being a lack of prizes means a lack of insentive to participate, which I understand completely, but I cannot give a voucher to everyone in one team, that would take a lot out of me when the event already did so anyway, but we may work on graphics for the winners! just a lil trophy for them to share their pride through.

there not being a set time zone seems to have been an issue, especially at the end of the event. for next year Im going to try to base the beginning and end of the event through the central time zone, with daily submission limits still being through the participant's own time zone.

all of these worked fine for last year, because it was a small event meant to celebrate a milestone I got with something a little different than the usual 'coining event'. it was between internet friends, and so the air was a lot less competitive. this is no longer the case as coinfight grew twice as big since then, with a wider range of participants, both familiar and unfamiliar to me. I am grateful for this, however that means it is also harder to keep track of, and rely on participant integrity.

one thing I do NOT remember last year having is a 3 submissions per day rule, I cant tell if I just forgot I had that rule up or the other mod decided it would be appropriate, which it was! we could hardly keep up with 3 submissions per day by every participant, and I even gave up a little by the end. I do not think we will be changing this, except the ability to make up for lost days. this would, however, add another thing for us to keep track of.

I will forward all your complaints to the other mod (bc I used a personal email to make the survey like a dummy) and hear what she has to say.

do not be sad that you've upset us or anything, you havent! we asked for feedback for a reason, and will be using it to make next year better than ever!

with love to the entire mogai community, -🫀

[ollipaj]

so i usually would post progress on my various projects over on instagram in the form of stories- i miss it, though instagram makes me miserable so i don’t plan on going back so i’m gonna start making progress reblog chains here instead, and link them in a masterpost once i accumulate enough.

today’s project: a doll of january!

(this post Will contain doll nudity. sorry for those who might find that uncomfortable ! kinda hard to avoid with this type of project)

for the uninitiated, january is my beloved horrible oc who i’ve had since around 2020? not my oldest oc by any means, but probably the most . persistent . he’s changed and evolved so much since when i first made him, but at the same time still has the core aspects that kept me hooked on him and his story to begin with.

here are some images of him, for reference of what i’m going for.

^OLD ART screaming crying etc. man. he also has a post-plot design which is essentially this but with some wear and tear. later into this project im gonna decide which version i want to make. [link to post] [my ig is currently private so i'll make a tumblr post with this art on it when i get around to it, and link it here]

^ a commission i bought of him by the totally awesome bff crabjest (he is so talented. i need to go insane look look look look) which is genuinely one of my favorite images on this earth. i need to explode him. you can see some of the post-plot scarring on this one.

jest's account:

i often say stuff like “i’m shaking him up and down” or “i’m throwing him into a wall” or “i need to grab him in my mouth like a dog and rend him asunder” , etc, when talking about him. so like naturally i just have to make him into a doll. it’s only fair! i'm gonna divide this post up by days, so i add a new reblog to the chain per day. i didn't make a post yesterday so i'll do a quick recap of what i got done then and then move on and try to keep up to date as much as i can.

[fluffyprettykitty]

Waking up in Paris

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x reader (no other specifications or gender)

Word Count: 700 words

Outline: You wake up with a ring on your finger and a man by your side.

Warnings: implied smut, fluff, naked bodies. Alcohol mention. Bad Spanish on me.

Author’s Note: Day four of the over 200 words daily prompts for February. Today's prompt is 'accidental marriage'. Very silly, very fanficy, enjoy!

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics​

🌟 Please, like or reblog and comment, all feedback is appreciated and warmly encouraged and allows me to know what people are interested in reading!🌟

Main Masterlist ・❥・Joaquin Torres Masterlist

Paris. The city of love.

Oh, how you wished and dreamt ever since you were a little kid to come here and get married to the man of your dreams. What wouldn't you give for this fantasy to become real? All this planning and daydreaming and now you were here, in this beautiful city!

You agreed to come here to help your sick boss who couldn't be there for the proceeding week. What an opportunity. The first three days you spend your time between sightseeing and working dedicatedly to meet all your bosses requirements. On the fourth day since your projects were all ahead, on your work you decide to let loose and have a few drinks at a beautiful place near the Eiffel tower.

That was exactly ten hours ago. Right now?

Your head is buzzing and throbbing. A burning sensation is filling your stomach and you are blinking slowly trying to understand your surroundings. Waking up, you realize you are naked, that is very much true, you pull at the sheets to cover your body. The next moment you are horrified to find a man, with a beautiful back wearing a gold chain hanging on the back of his neck and with the loveliest fluffiest curly hair you had ever gazed upon.

He wasn't snoring, he was sleeping soundly, small breaths escaping his mesmerizing plump lips. You take a long look at him and you reach out with your hand to tap on his shoulder, only to find something odd adorning your finger.

A ring.

A gold ring.

A gold ring on that finger.

The sound of a high-pitched scream echoes through the room as you jump away from the bed. Mortified you look at the man who was now awake looking at you in surprise. He was handsome. You were naked. At least the wedding night must have been fun!

"Mi Amor, don't panic!"

Oh shit, he was pretty. And his voice was smooth, made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. He was the definition of a very handsome man. Is very hard of you to stop looking at him.

And his curls. You did always go crazy for men with curly hair. Maybe that's not a bad decision- oh wait. You're not supposed to be distracted by his very good-looking Adonis-like body right now. Why is there a ring on your finger?!

"Oh no, oh god, oh please no. This can't be happening right now!"

Your voice is trembling as you are holding on to your sheet. In contrast, his expression is calm, a small reassuring smile on his lips.

"You don't remember last night?"

He tries to reassure you, wrapping the sheet around him and taking a few steps closer to you.

"I don't remember anything!"

"You agreed to marry me."

"I didn't agree to anything!"

"Carino, you said I was the man you were always looking for and wouldn't let me get away. Exactly like that. Then you found some lawyer you knew and he drew up a contact for us. He even brought us the rings."

Well, he isn't wrong. You did always say that the first time you would find a handsome man you would snatch him up immediately. Guess drunk you were really bold and determined. And you had a friend here who worked in law and specialized in common-law marriages. It all adds up.

"What are we even supposed to do now? You don't know me, I don't know you!"

"We can take it slow, carino, despacito, escuche, por favor. We will take it slow. Alright? We can get to know each other. Breakfast on me?"

He takes another step closer to you and he extends his arm for you to hold as a sign of peace.

"I don't even know your name."

"My name is Joaquin."

"Well, my name is Y/N."

With the puppy look on his face, it would be futile for you to resist. You take his hand and hold it softly. You can feel his heart beating through the veins and you squeeze his hand.

Maybe, just maybe, waking up (drunk and married) in Paris is not so bad after all...

[amaranthineoceans]

Everything Weird About Deltarune!

Spoiler Warning for Undertale and Both Chapters of Deltarune! Really! I Literally Go Through Everything I Can Remember About Them!

This is a long post so get comfortable. Also note that my brain doesn't process thoughts into words very well so some of these might not be worded in the best way. :)

Deltarune. The first teaser chapter was released on October 31, 2018, and it came out of nowhere. We've all gone through this, but I'll try and go through every single painstaking detail I can remember. Feel free to reblog and add/correct things.

The weirdness begins right off the bat. The title is an anagram of UNDERTALE. We all know Toby likes to use anagrams when he wants to indirectly tell us when things are related, so it's no surprise that when you go to download DELTARUNE, it warns you that the game is designed for people who have played UNDERTALE. You think, "Cool, so it's a sequel? Or maybe a prequel? A different perspective of UNDERTALE perhaps?" You were wrong; so terribly, terribly wrong! I'll elaborate on this later.

Before you download the application, the terms of service that you must agree to beforehand reads simply and plainly, "You accept everything that will happen from now on." This detail was kinda brushed off in the beginning, because, hey, it's Toby Fox. He does weird stuff all the time. But even in the first chapter, it's apparent that the concept of choice, or more accurately, the lack of it, is a very present theme in the game. I would like to remind you that Toby has announced that there will be one ending in the game. One. I'll elaborate on this later.

The program (as in, what the game is called in your files) is named SURVEY PROGRAM. Why not just call it Deltarune like it is when you download chapter two?

The game launches you, without a title screen, without any setting adjustment options, straight into a reference to the theme of the entire franchise: the lack of choice. A strange formless voice guides you through "making a vessel", with what we know now as a fountain in the background. You have the option to make some very disturbing choices in this character creator, such as making its favorite flavor "pain" or expressing your feelings about it with options such as "fear" and "disgust." You name your "creation," tell the formless voice your name (which is different from your vessel's name) and watch as said formless voice muses over your name at an agonizing pace. It thanks you for your time and tells you that your wonderful creation, (cue music cutout and background removal) will now be discarded. "No one can choose who they are in this world." The screen slowly turns white as the voice says, "Your... name... is..."

It gets weirder. The next scene appears from the whiteness and showcases Toriel calling "Kris" out of bed. Kris' area of the room is very bare in contrast to the other side, which we later discover is Asriel's.

It's Toriel. Why is Toriel here?

Kris is kind of an anagram of Frisk (the protagonist of UNDERTALE) but without the F. I highly doubt this is a coincidence.

Speaking with Noelle is the only reason you can proceed (see what i did there?) while finding a partner in the classroom. This means you can't go through the 1st chapter without knowing who she is. Is it because of the Snowgrave route?

Ralsei is just suspicious to me. There's no way he was just waiting in that castle his whole life alone without some mental toil. So either he's insane or he wasn't alone the whole time. What happened? Is it related to how he can close his eyes and see what Susie is going through when she's apart from the party? Was he just watching everything? Is he related to the formless voice?

Susie's icon is the only one without color in the Dark World.

Jevil's fight is more difficult than Sans'.

Your actions have little consequence in the first chapter. If you choose to go genocide, the only difference in the ending is being run out of the kingdom, and this doesn't carry over to the next chapter. Again, lack of choice, people.

If at the end of chapter one, you walk around town, it's mentioned (notably by Noelle) that you're usually not this talkative. If you go to the hospital and speak with the receptionist, they mention that you used to play the piano in the corner. If you decide to attempt to play the said piano, an out-of-key bash can be heard and the receptionist comments on how you used to play beautifully. If you try this in chapter two, the result is the same. All this is confirmation that Kris is acting noticeably weird.

When you leave the Dark World and walk around town, you can find Sans. He "pretends" to recognize you, and if you tell him you recognize him, he tells you it's funny, considering that you two have never met before. He winks. I'm pretty sure he knows that the player is there.

The mention of Papyrus in both games, but the purposeful lack of him. Like he's avoiding you.

If you go upstairs while inside Asgore's flower shop, there are flowers in glass cases resembling his SOUL collection in UNDERTALE. There's a red flower.

You can't enter the church.

The clock in the storage closet shows a different time than all the others in the school.

If you go all the way south in town and into the woods, the music stops and you come across a rusty, double door is in a hill covered in crass. It's locked. If you go this way in chapter two, however, you watch a cutscene where you and susie happen to find Monster Kid from UNDERTALE (or someone resembling them) and an owl kid in front of the door. The owl kid is pressuring Monster Kid to (presumably) break inside, telling them that they don't want to be a wimp like Kris. Does this imply that Kris is connected to this strange door somehow?

The ending. You know what I'm talking about.

Did Kris actually rip out the SOUL (I say "the" because I'm not entirely sure it's Kris') and knife because they wanted to eat the pie? Did they only eat the pie because Toriel caught them?

Why did they look at the player? Are they sick of being controlled? Is that why they freaked out after the Spamton fight? (later)

Anyway, now we're at chapter two.

DELTARUNE Chapter Two was released on September 17th, 2021. 17. Entry Number 17. Sound familiar?

Asriel's part of the room is different from the last chapter. I don't think this means anything sinister, but I think it means Kris notices different things about the room as the story progresses. My theory is that it will become more sinister in each chapter.

Ralsei getting super excited to see Susie and Kris after a day. As in he has separation anxiety and it breaks my heart. not anything suspicious but it makes me sad so it's on the list.

Kris and Susie's rooms. Ralsei REALLY doesn't want them to leave. Seriously get this boy a therapist. Or a stuffed animal. SOMETHING.

Kris having to gather everything from the storage closet so that people appear in the Dark World????? Why??????????????? They had to do the same thing for the computer lab too.

The golden door. I don't trust it.

How/why the heck did Noelle and Berdley go into the Computer Lab Dark World? I don't see either of them just walking into pulsing void doors without Susie.

Apparently the knight has been gone for a bit and can corrupt people's minds? The king in the first chapter doesn't seem like he can be redeemed but Queen just seems,,, not bad, but a little crazy. I wonder what happened.

Then again, name ONE person in this franchise without trauma.

Spamton.

Horror doesn't bother me. Spamton? Spamton bothers me.

SPAMTON. ENOUGH SAID.

A Kromer is a type of hat invented in the '70s. Nobody named Mike is associated with it, that I can find.

SPAMPTON. HOW DO I EVEN DESCRIBE IT.

HIS SONG IS THE ONLY ONE WITH WORDS.

The way he asks Kris is they want to be a heart on a chain their whole life. Like, dude, no wonder they were screaming after the fight.

WHERE DID THE YELLOW HEART COME FROM. YELLOW MEANS JUSTICE. WHY DOES JUSTICE APPLY.

Kris screaming after the fight and the player not being able to hear it. Don't you dare tell me that's just how the game is designed. There are sound effects characters make throughout the game. None that I can think of apply to Kris, apart from when they rip their soul out.

Ralsei brushing off the Spamton fight. Either that's his coping mechanism or he was trying to shut Susie and Kris up to protect them from... something. I'll touch on that in a minute.

According to Queen, DETERMINATION is a key factor in creating a fountain.

Also according to Queen, Kris, Noelle, and Susie all have DETERMINATION SOULS.

Ralsei freaking out about Berdley making a fountain implies that he may also have DETERMINATION. Why I'm bringing all this up will make sense soon.

How was Noelle able to cast Snowgrave... a spell that she, according to her, didn't know?

The Snowgrave route is so twisted.

You manipulate Noelle into killing Berdley and then, when you get back to the computer lab and investigate his corpse, the text box says that he doesn't seem to be awake. As if you're in denial?

Burgerpants recognizes you. Not Kris. As in the player.

The ending. I don't think I need to describe it. Kris is very methodical without the SOUL. (I say "the" because, again, I'm not 100% convinced it's theirs.) I'm saying this about how they left clues that someone broke into the This proves that they are NOT a mindless, vengeful husk.

HOW DID THEY MAKE THE FOUNTAIN WITHOUT THE SOUL INSIDE OF THEM. DID THEY FEED THE SOUL TO IT AFTERWARDS? IS THAT WHAT THAT WAS?

Another point I would like to make is my theory that Ralsei knows much more than he would have us believe. I might put this into a different post because I have yet to gather my points into a coherent bullet point list, so keep an eye out for that.

Anyway apart from Toriel and Susie being VERY heavy sleepers, I think I've gone through everything. I have a few theories.

1. Kris is possessed by the player and figured out that they could make a fountain from Queen and related to Spamton freaking out about freedom. They then decided to make a fountain going by the logic that "this would tick the player off." This is one of my top theories that assumes that the SOUL is theirs.

And 2. Kris is possessed by both the player and the knight. I think the formless voice at the very beginning of the game is the knight, and they somehow needed the player to possess someone with DETERMINATION. If so, then why Kris? We know from Queen that Noelle and Susie, and maybe even Berdley also have DETERMINATION. The most plausible thing I can think of is the fact that human souls are stronger than monster ones.

I do think that the popular theory (about the one that suggests that the Dark Word is nothing but a figment of a child's imagination, and the events that occur in said Dark World are simply children playing with toys) has been thoroughly dashed due to Berdley's murder in the genocide route of the second chapter. Unless he's not dead. Regardless, how the events (or lack thereof) that occur in the second chapter play through the next will be interesting, especially considering Toby's announcement about how there will be one ending to the game. So either Berdley isn't dead, or he will be.

Aaaand I think that's it! Sorry for the long post; let me know your thoughts and if I missed anything!

[eternally-writing]

chain reaction | jjk

genre: fluff and angst

rating: PG

pairing: Jungkook x reader

theme: college!au , enemies to lovers, series

word count: 1.3k

warnings: light swearing

synopsis: A semester with your mortal enemy, Jeon Jungkook, as your lab partner was bound to be an experience to remember.

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A/N: hey everyone! This is my first series that I’m writing and I’m so excited to share it with all of you! If you want to be tagged in future parts, reblog and mention that you want to be tagged in the caption, or you can send me an ask!

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“You’re late”

Swinging your backpack onto the lab bench beside you, you glare at your lab partner.

“Shut up Jeon, it’s only 8:04am and our TA hasn’t even finished introducing the lab yet”.

Introduction to Organic Chemistry was all set up to be your favorite class. You were a chemistry genius in high school, your professor had amazing “rate my professor” reviews, and the class fit perfectly into your schedule, finishing right at 2:00pm so you could walk back to your dorm under the radiance of the afternoon sun.

It was all going well until you walked into your 8:00AM lab and found that due to budget cuts, all labs would now be done in pairs. And you had been paired with none other than the bane of your existence, Jeon Jungkook. As if doing an amide reduction wasn’t hard enough on its own, you had to do it alongside the biggest thorn in your side.

You couldn’t quite pinpoint exactly what it was about him that irked you so much. Maybe it was the way the girls tried to flirt with his constantly over the open flame of a Bunsen burner, or the way that he sucks up to your extremely old TA in order to get full marks on his procedural skills, or maybe it’s the fact that he somehow managed to look effortlessly put together at 8am on a Tuesday morning, while you looked (and felt) like absolute crap.

Either way, you were counting down the seconds until this semester would be over and you wouldn’t have to look at Jeon Jungkook again, but time seemed to be moving extra slow today.

“Late and spacing out today? Wow, lucky me to have you as a lab partner.”

Scoffing at him, you adjusted your protective glasses and readied your labware for today.

“180 minutes until I’m free. That’s it,” you thought to yourself.

“Technically it’s 170 minutes now, but if we don’t get started someone soon so we can hand in our product by 11am, we’re going to be here for a lot longer than that.”, snapped Jungkook next to you, already starting to mix chemicals together in a beaker.

Well, looks like your habit of accidentally saying things out loud gets worse when you’re tired.

“Let’s just try and get through this lab today without stepping on each other’s toes Jeon, okay?” you said, trying to catch up to Jungkook in the lab.

There was one part of chemistry labs you disliked the most. The waiting time. In some labs it was only 30 minutes, while in other labs it had taken almost an hour, but the constant in all of the situations was that waiting made it feel like time was passing at an infinitely slower rate. Taking out your laptop would violate lab safety protocol, and you couldn’t do any further steps in your lab until your reaction in your solution was done progressing under the fume hood. Since there were no other options, the only other thing left to do in moments like this was talk to Jeon Jungkook.

“So I was -”

“What did you -”

Yikes, add the awkwardness of starting conversation with Jeon Jungkook to the reasons you never talk to him.  You decided to pause and let him carry on with whatever he was saying, giving him a semi-pleasant smile to hopefully help distract from the embarrassment you were feeling.

“I was going to ask what you wanted to do our lab presentation on,” said Jungkook.

Your eyes widened at his statement. Looking at the whiteboard situated at the side of the room, you saw that in the 4 minutes you were late to your lab you may not have missed your TA explaining the procedure, but you did the big words on the board that said:

“FINAL LAB PRESENTATION: 3 weeks from now, worth 20% of your grade, done with your lab. 5-10 page paper and 10-15 minute oral presentation”.

Unable to contain your discontentment with the situation, you let out a groan and leaned back in your chair in frustration, almost falling off your lab stool in the process.

“Well aren’t you just little Miss Sunshine today? I’m not thrilled about this either, but I’d rather pull out my eyelashes than have to repeat this course again next semester,” scoffed Jungkook.

No morning ice coffee + Jeon Jungkook being annoying + a looming group project was more enough to make your head hurt.

“Can we just talk about this later Jeon? My brain can’t process this right now,” you pleaded as you put your head in your hands.

Leaning closer to you, Jungkook spoke at a whisper-level near your ear so nobody else would hear.

“Is your brain too busy processing my charm, sunshine? Don’t worry, I’ll try and tone down the charisma for you,” he joked with a smirk.

Your head went from being in your hands to plopping flat onto your (no longer sterile) lab counter at Jungkook’s comment.

First of all, ew. You don’t know how Jungkook was possibly picking up girls by talking like that. Second of all, charm and charisma were probably two words that you would NEVER associate with Jungkook, so his statement was definitely wrong.

A project with Jungkook meant that you would be spending a LOT more time with him, and the prospect of that happening made you wince internally. Group projects meant libraries, evenings, and , ugh, probably weekends with Jeon Jungkook.

You were snapped out of your internal despair by the sound of Jungkook’s voice.

“Hand me your phone.”

You froze. “Hm?”

“Well I don’t know what you think of me Y/N, but unless you think I can read your mind we’re  going to need to text to figure out when to meet.”

Giving in, you quickly tossed your phone into his open palm while grabbing his phone which was sitting on top of his backpack.

Glancing over his shoulder, you took a peek at your contact name.

“little miss sunshine? really Jeon?”

“Of course sunshine, i had to pick a name that encapsulated your positive and radiant energy,” he retorted, sarcasm practically dripping off of his words.

You definitely were picking your battles today, and one over a silly contact name didn’t seem to be worth it.

“You can do whatever, Jeon, but you’re sticking in my phone as “Jeon Boy” and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“We’ll see about that Y/N,” remarked Jungkook as he opened up his lab manual to read the next steps in the procedure.

Your mom had always taught you that the word “hate” was a very strong word and was only to be used in extreme situations. To this day, there were only 3 people in your life that you truly hated in every sense of the word: your ex-boyfriend, Jimin, your ENGL 101 Professor, Dr.Lee, and your neighbor’s cat, Mr. Whiskers, who chewed up your grade 8 science project the day before it was due.

You wouldn’t say that you hate Jungkook, but you were definitely getting close.

“Yknow, I don’t like you Jeon. Actually, scratch that, I really don’t like you.”

Glancing over at the timer on your lab bench finally reaching 0:00, Jungkook began walking over to the fume hood. Turning back to you, he smirked and started to speak.

“Well, the feeling’s mutual sunshine.”

Boy, this was definitely going to be a long semester.

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[carrotmakar]

As Bright As You

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Summary: You and Harry share a birthday.

Warning(s): this does take place in quarantine ( i know </3)

A/N: hi okay so as we know, it’s our favorite white boy’s birthday today, but it’s also jas’s ( @kiwismoon​ ) birthday, and i figured since i can’t really buy and send her anything right now, i’d write a cute little fic for her!! that being said, this is still x reader because that is what is easiest for me (it’s literally 9 pm on january 31st as i am starting this, okay? cut me some slack). jas sent me an ask a long time ago with a concept along the lines of this, so i figured i would make it it’s own fic just for her!! i added a few things just to make it a full fledged fic, but the gist of what she sent is there (i will include a link to the ask at the end of the fic so that nobody can get spoiled by being too curious :) ) okay!!!! without further ado, happy birthday jas, i love you so much, and here’s your present!! (also the gif has nothing to do with the story i just... liked it :) )

also, i know it’s not your birthday yet but yeah!! happy birthday to you bestie!!

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Sharing a birthday with your boyfriend has always been fun. Normally, you���d have a shared party where you celebrated both of your birthdays with all of your friends and then you’d go home and have a relaxing night with just the two of you.

This year was a bit different, though. This would mark the first birthday that the two of you would celebrate together without your friends. With the state that the world is in, there’s no way to safely have everyone near each other, so you both decided that you’d just do something fun together. 

That’s how you find yourself where you are now. You’re lying in the sand beside Harry as you both look up at the vast expanse of the sky. Harry brought you out here to have a night picnic on the beach, but you had just ended up staring up at the sparkling stars and the bright moon.

“It’s so beautiful.” You breathe, taking in the view as Harry reaches his hand out and links his fingers with yours. 

“You’re beautiful.” He whispers, bringing your hand up with his to his mouth and placing a light kiss to the back of it. You smile at the action, but the grin quickly turns to a frown as you feel him pull his hand away and shuffle towards the picnic basket. 

Once he returns, you look over at him and see that he has a box in his hand. Before you can say anything, he rushes out, “I know you said we shouldn’t get each other things, but I saw this the other day online and I couldn’t help but order it, okay?”

A soft chuckle escapes you as you sit up and reach into the bag you brought with you and pull out your own gift, wrapped up all nice and pretty in lavender gift wrap and a sparkly bow. When you meet his gaze again, there’s a smile spread across his face. His dimples are popping, and you have the sudden urge to close the distance between the two of you and press your lips to his, but you refrain. Clearing your throat, you look down at your gift for him. “Do you want yours first?”

He shakes his head, causing his curls to bounce just a bit. “No, I wanna give you yours.”

You nod as he hands you the slender rectangular box. Harry shuffles over to sit beside you as you pull the top off of the box. As soon as you see the silver chain, your breath hitches. Once the top is fully off, you see the circular amethyst stone in the center of the necklace, and you turn to him with a smile on your face. “You didn’t have to get me this, H.”

He chuckles, shaking his head as he reaches for the necklace. “I know. I wanted to.” He comes behind you, putting his arms over your head so that he can hold the necklace in front of you before circling it around your neck and clasping it.

When he comes to rest beside you again, you hand him your gift. “It’s nothing too big, but I figured you’d like it.” You explain as you watch him unwrap the gift.

He gently sets the discarded wrapping paper into the picnic basket so that it doesn’t go flying in the slight wind, and then he takes a look at the book in his hands. The leather bound booklet has a picture of the two of you in a little pocket on the front, and as he flips it open and looks at everything inside, you hold your breath. You had spent months putting together a scrapbook of your relationship. It was a grueling process, but the hardest part was keeping it hidden from Harry for so long. He had almost found it a few times, but thankfully, you were always able to keep him from it.

After a few minutes of looking through the pages, he looks up at you. You swear you can see a light sheen of tears in his eyes, but you choose not to question it. “I love it. Thank you.” 

“I love you.” You respond as you watch him carefully sit the scrapbook down and lean back against the sand. You follow suit, lying your head on his chest this time instead of the ground.

“I love you.” He responds, never one to add the ‘too’ at the end. 

Both of you are silent for a while as you just lie there and look up at the stars.

“The moon is really bright tonight.” Harry hums, trailing his hand up and down your back.

Almost as bright as you, you think as you shift to look up at him. “Yeah, it’s really pretty.”

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Hi jas <3 okay so um…. Don’t kill me if this is bad i literally wrote this entire thing in an hour while taking breaks every couple words to talk to you okay i hope you like it though!! Also yes the necklace anon was me if you didn’t already know :)

also, here’s the link to the ask

[thebigoblin]

(because for some reason asks wasn’t on)

@fairytales-and-folklore asked:

Ohhh for the WIP ask game, I'd love to know more about:

5. Twisted Alphas - character study on Nemeton

6. You Haven’t Connected Shit - Sterek

10. Fallen - Sterek

and

@greyhavenisback asked:

I don't seem to be able to send you an ask! But I'd love to hear more about "you haven't connected shit"

Since this was asked twice, I’ll start with this one!

You Haven’t Connected Shit

I was talking with Kaite (on the very long reblog-chain-post 😂) and I wrote something like, Stiles and Derek communicating through Morse Code while Derek is perched on Stiles’ roof and poof! A new WIP was born. 

My opening scene idea (I haven’t written anything substantial down for this yet) is basically canon divergent from the pool episode, where Derek is checking in on Stiles later in the night and he is shivering, and he wants to be comfortable like Stiles is inside his blanket. He taps that wish out, and Stiles who is not asleep hears it clearly, and then after being surprised (because why is Derek here?) lets Derek come in to cuddle. Because Huddling for warmth lmao. And I want to continue this with them just talking to each other like this throughout the seasons, (in case I make this canon compliant) or through whatever ends up happening in this ‘verse. They may not use their words, but they do talk. 

Twisted Alphas

This was inspired by one of the prompts from @haleoweentw “twisted alphas” -- hence the current title (i need to come up with one). 

In this, I explore the reasons behind the Nemeton’s power. Was it just a normal tree that has since been endowed with power, or has it always been filled with power? 

I decided to explore a little bit of both! lol. Below is a small snippet:

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They wondered, some days. Who were they? Why were they so different than the other trees? They could think, their friends could not. They had magic, their friends did not. The answers came slower than they'd like, but at least they did come.

They, too, had a Spark. Someday, somehow, they'd been given this gift, and they'd nurtured the Spark enough for it to be further gifted to others—like the Hales. The Gajos. And countless others. But oh, they loved none other as much as they loved the Hales.

They loved them all, every single one of them, until the day they pitied them instead.

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The fic is a Nemeton POV, wherein its powers amplify when Cameron Hale -- an Omega and his wife -- leave when she is about to go into labor, and with no midwives available here, they leave to go to another town. The son, Theoderic Hale, is the first Hale Alpha.  I’ll add another snippet:

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The power in them had hummed, a sugary sweet softness falling over the forest even as the silence had been pierced by a set of very powerful lungs. They'd reached out with their branches, slowly, and when neither Cameron nor Beatrice had stopped them, they'd curled themselves around the baby boy, reveled in the breath of fresh life. When they'd parted, a small piece had broken off of them—their power had divided itself, but as years would teach them, their power had actually multiplied themselves.

"Theoderic Hale," Beatrice announced, once Cameron had stopped sobbing tears of happiness, "Ruler of people. Our son," and she'd looked at them then, gratitude shining in her eyes.

Cameron's earth-colored beta eyes had never looked shinier than they did the moment the baby boy's blood-red alpha eyes demanded them forward. The first Hale Alpha.

And that was how the Hale Spark came to be, their most revered possession—at least until it was corrupted.

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And so on and so forth. I play with the time-period, jumping from the beginning to going through the seasons in just as small snippets (The Fire, Void, The cutting down of the Nemeton, Peter, Laura’s death, Derek as the Alpha etc.). I’m not entirely sure where I’m going with this, but yeah, this is basically a Character Study on the Nemeton (and unintentionally on the other actual characters).

Fallen

This is a fall fic! (Ik the title is cliche. Shut up 😂) This is basically me writing an established Hale Pack + established Sterek fic with the extra, extra descriptions of Fall. Literally, that’s it. 

This is everything I have written:

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The leaves turn red and orange and yellow, and they fall from their precarious perch, down and down and down, only to be crunched over by shoes and boots and heels. Old mixes with new, old becomes new; It’s a new beginning, but before that, it is an end.

There’s laughter in the air, a calmness in the sea of a thunderous realization that this is their last year together.  

Stiles Stilinski watches from his own perch on the bench, eyes following along as people move, to and fro, in an endless haze of motion and words and energy.  

Crunch.  

Another leaf, gone; Stiles thinks wryly. “It’s months away,” he complains, and just like he’d anticipated, another leaf meets their death under Derek Hale’s eternal black boots.  

“What is?”  

Stiles doesn’t turn, simply continues watching the other students. Lydia is talking to Gracie, both of their hair caught in the fiery gaze of the sun. Where Lydia’s hair looks like fire personified, Gracie’s blonde hair shines like a halo.  

“Winter Formal. You know, the one that Peter crashed two years back? Mauled Lydia to bind himself to her so that he could come back sane- well, saner,”

Derek hums in reply, and Stiles feels Derek’s hand slip around his waist. Stiles leans into it; the sun is out, but the chill is biting at his skin, the early October wind ruffling him into an ice-doll. Derek is warm, though; he’s like bread when recently pulled out of the oven, and Stiles will take any reason to cuddle with him anyway, so.  

“I mean, I get that it’s a big thing, but does the preparation really has to start this early? I haven’t seen Lydia all week because of it. I think she is trying to avoid me. Derek. Is she? Is she avoiding me?”

Derek’s voice is a soothing whisper against Stiles’ shoulders, “How am I supposed to know?”

“You’re the Alpha. You know everything,”  

“That’s because my Emissary tells me everything.”

Stiles looks up at that. Framed between the branches of the tree behind the bench, green and yellow and red and orange leaves all form a circle around Derek’s head, and the sunlight streams through between the gaps and makes his jet-black hair look like obsidian. Derek’s lips curl into a soft smile, and Stiles is helpless to the lure of them.  

Derek’s lips are soft and warm, and Stiles feels the difference of temperature between a human and a werewolf; Derek’s lips part as Stiles’ own transfer his coldness to them, and Stiles licks into him, takes in the warmth of Derek and gives back his own love in return.  

They don’t say anything; they never do, but it doesn’t matter, because the truth is written in each of their smiles as they part.  

“It sounds like your Emissary does all your work,” Stiles teases, and Derek laughs, short but beautiful. His gorgeous eyes find Stiles’, and even as he denies the claim, Stiles reads the trust written in them.

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And yuuupppp, that’s it! (Ik these are not very informative, but tbh I have no idea where any of these are going, I just like pretty words, okay?) 

Thanks for asking! <3<3<3

[fever-project]

I hope I can put what I have to say here. It’s long so it’s going under a cut, but this whole chain is already long so I’m not sure that’ll do much.

So, hear me out. I am not a big blog here. I am-kinda-a big blog in another fandom, the Danny Phantom fandom. I have had two wildly different experiences between these fandoms, and I hope this gives me a bit of a unique perspective on this.

To start this off, I am someone that generally doesn’t like interacting with people. I know this, and I am generally fine with it. But you can’t get big(without it taking forever)without interacting with others. I also know this, and I am generally fine with it.

But I wanted to be known. I wanted to get big-bigger than any blogs I had before. Which isn’t saying much tbh. I usually had quite a small blog. So, I wanted to start off the DP blog with something that would encourage interest and interaction.

The first thing I posted on that blog was an art piece for an event. Specifically, it was for Dannymay, prompt Day 7: Lab Safety. And then I kept doing more days, more art, and more events. Events were my way of interacting with others. I did interact with others in other ways, like with reblogs, but I was still mostly in that stage of “oh god why should even try to say anything I’m just some guy.” Events are what kept me with connected with people.

Now, I know these two fandoms are very, very different from each other. The Phandom is big, and the show had ended like seven years ago. We are actively making things up that are divorced from the source material, you will get confused when something just isn’t in the show. Case in point, ghost cores and Wes Weston. To briefly explain this, cores are a fandom thing that basically decides what powers a ghost have. It was created after a very brief and offhand mention of a core existing in the mc being injured of something, idk it’s been a while. Wes Weston is a character that only gets mentioned like once in the entire show. He is never shown. The fandom took a random background character that kinda looked like the mc, except ginger and with a slightly different hairstyle, and declared him to be Wes. He is a fan favorite character, created by fans. Even with the release of the new graphic novel, it didn’t change the fandom too much. We are still actively making up whatever we want for this show.

The LU fandom isn’t a huge fandom, not to the scale of the DP, and we’re still getting updates on the comic. It’s relatively new. Not to fanon doesn’t exist here, it very much does, but not to the extent of the utter lunacy the Phantom cooks up. I think with such closeness to the source material that events don’t happen. Events likely don’t need to happen, but they can add an extra avenue of interaction for people who are more scared to interact with others. That’s basically what it was for me. I’ll give a few examples of events in the Phandom to explain different ways of interaction between blogs that can happen. Dannymay, Invisobang, and Green with Evny.

Dannymay is a rather simple event. It’s a 31 day calendar prompt list that you can do anything for, writing, art, music, whatever as long it goes with the prompt. And the prompts are simple, one to three words that can inspire you to do anything for them. The Dannymay event blog reblogs everything that is tagged with Dannymay+the year the event’s on. This facilitates minimal interaction in of itself, but it does provide interaction in the form of having more eyes on you work that you do for the event. You can see how other people interpret the prompts, what they do with it.

Invisobang is an event that, as the event blog says themselves, “Invisobang is a long-form collaborative event for authors and artists, where authors write a fic and artists make art for that fic.” Now, I’ve never participated in this event. But I know that it makes people who probably wouldn’t have interacted otherwise, interact with other. The author or artist can be either big or small, and they can introduce each other to their followers, increasing the probability of interaction. But the author and artist are likely to continue to interact with other, or are at least more open to do so.

Green with Envy is an event that I haven’t joined this year, simply because I hate using Discord, and it’s even bigger this year compared to last year. But I suspect it’ll be more or less the same in how it plays out. In this event, you can be a Lineartist and/or a Colorist. There were around five to seven teams last year, and the number how now doubled. If you color a piece before anyone else does, you get extra points for both you and your team, but your team is more important. There are also no prizes at the end btw. It doesn’t make things less competitive however, it’s a friendly type of competitive. To make things short, since this is getting long, Lineartists love when people color their stuff, and the Colorists love competing with each other. It’s a hotspot for interaction.

I could go on and on, but I don’t want to lose my focus. Events provide another opportunity for interaction, many different types of interactions. When I joined this fandom, I was a bit surprised at the lack of events. Idk, I think having a simple even like Dannymay, which already has different types of events like it in Phandom-like a fantasy themed one and a dpxdc one-could help with interactions. It doesn’t have to a month, a lot of them are just for a week. That’s just my two cents about this whole thing.

For everyone who’s worried about interacting with people on tumblr I have a pro tip:

Use ask games!! Literally the lowest entry bar.

And if that’s still too much, I got nothing 😂 just please don’t expect creators to come track down everyone who secretly wants to be friends 🫠 I see my mutuals post them pretty often so there’s a good chance you have an in with them at some point.

[undeadgirlboy]

battle jacket guide for baby punks

battle jackets or vests are really big in the punk scene. they also look cool as fuck. one of my favorite things about them is that each person's is different and represents their own style and interests. there are a few different steps u can follow to make one

step one. acquire the jacket

when making a battle jacket it's best to get one without any stretch to the denim bc the elastic threads in stretchy denkm break down faster than regular denim and when you're sewing things on it you might get a weird puckering effect. thrift stores like goodwill or salvation army are good places to look if you have time, but in my experience they don't have a lot of jean jackets. you can probably find one at walmart in the mens section, or target. if you'd like something with a more modern edge or higher quality denim you can check outlet stores like ross and marshalls. that's where i found mine for around 20 dollars. of course if you have the money you can get a Levi's trucker jacket or somewhere else more expensive. the color of the jacket is up to you. now that you have a base layer you can move on to customization

step two. washing the jacket

one important thing to remember about battle jackets is that they're handwash/no wash so it's best to wash your jacket before you begin. you have no idea who has worn or touched it before now. just throw it in the washing machine on cold and go blast laura jane grace for a little bit. personally i run mine through the dryer but if you'd prefer to air dry make sure you lay it flat because if not it will get stretched out shoulders.

step three. dyeing or painting

this is the part where you can possibly dye or paint your jacket. i have never dyed my jacket, but you can find fabric dye at Walmart and just follow the instructions on the bottle. i decided to spray paint mine because i had some cheap black spray paint and i wanted to know what would happen. if you're going to spray paint your jacket, make sure you do it outside and let it dry thoroughly before bringing it in. i left mine for about 18 hours so that the smell was completely gone. after that you want to turn it inside out and run it through the dryer with a couple bath towels for about 30 minutes to heat set it. spray painting your jacket will make it a bit more stiff. walmart and some craft stores sell spray paint that is made for fabric, but i didn't feel like paying for those so i used what i had on hand. i know those are pretty expensive and the bottles don't have a lot in them. if you only plan to handwash your jacket or don't plan to wash it at all, regular spray paint should work fine for you.

step four. back patch

most battle jackets that i have seen have a larger central patch in the back, with smaller ones on the front and around it. it's not essential to have a back patch but i think it helps to tie the whole jacket together. you can either make a back patch yourself or buy one. the site angryyoungandpoor.com has some back patches for popular bands. some bands also have back patches on their merch stores, or you can make one yourself. i made mine out of an old against me t-shirt. i measured around the design, cut it out, and then sewed it on the back of my jacket. if you want to make your own back patch you can do so in one of several ways that i will cover in just a second

step five. embroidering patches

there are a lot of patches out there that you can buy, but most of the time it's cheaper just to make them yourself. embroidery thread is pretty cheap at walmart, and all you need is sturdy scrap fabric to make something really cool. when you're embroidery a patch it's a good idea to get an embroidery hoop to keep your fabric taut. if you don't like the color of your scrap denim you can layer a different fabric over it. i had some stretchy cotton left over from cropping a t shirt that i layered over denim to help keep it in shape. this also makes it easier when you're sewing your patch onto your jacket. i don't recommend embroidering directly onto your jacket because it's harder to manage and if you decide you don't like how it looks and you rip it out you're left with weird holes that don't look good. it's all up to you but i wouldn't recommend it.

step six. painting patches

if you'd rather just paint your patches, you can always use fabric paint or fabric pens. it's best to avoid using acrylic paint because it wears off and cracks, but i have heard you can prevent that by mixing fabric medium into it. i have painted a few patches with acrylic paint but i used a layer of mod podge over the top to protect it. acrylic painted patches CANNOT go through the washing machine.

if you'd like to copy a particular logo or image with paint and you're not good with freehand you can make a stencil for it. the way i make stencils is by printing out my design and then covering the paper front and back with masking tape. once I've done that, i use an exacto knife to cut out the lines of my design and then i'm ready to go. you can use spray paint with a stencil or you can sponge fabric paint onto the design. if you choose to use spray paint make sure you have fabric paint in that color so you can fix up any problems with the design when you're done.

step seven. attaching your patches.

sewing is one of the most tedious parts of making a battle jacket. if you don't know how to sew you can google it. a lot of people use white embroidery floss or dental floss and whip stitch around their patch. if you're attaching an iron on patch that you bought, you should stitch around it too to secure it. make sure you're using a thimble if you're going over seams of the jacket, or sewing on an iron-on patch. at first it might seem fine, if a little time consuming, but days of finger pain isn't worth it. i prefer to pin my patches before sewing them, but you do you. for larger patches i first attach it with a thread that matches the fabric before using a contrasting whip stitch. that just makes things easier for me but it's not mandatory.

step eight. adding metal

spikes, studs and safety pins are a staple of punk clothing. safety pins are easy because you can get them anywhere and just put them anywhere. i got a bunch of varying sizes from walmart and i put them on everything. just play around and see what you like. you can find studs at your local craft store, probably in the leather working section. you just have to poke two holes in the fabric, push the prongs on your stud through, and then bend them back to secure it. you can also get studs online if you need to. i bought a couple packs of screw back spikes a little while ago, and i have since been adding those to a lot of my clothing. spikes are simple to add too. you poke a hole in the fabric, push the screw through, and then screw on the spike. some people recommend adding a dot of super glue in between the spike and screw to secure it, but personally I haven't needed to do that.

another way to add metal to your jacket is with chains. you can sew them on all the day down, or leave them hanging. it just depends on what you want to do. you can get short chains from walmart, or big rolls of chain from craft stores.

step nine. finish up

that's honestly about it. any of the information here can be applied to vests too. if your jacket is really crusty and you don't want it on your skin you can always wear a hoodie underneath, especially when it's cold. battle jackets can be worn with basically anything. mine has always been my go-to jacket for any occasion. make sure it actually represents your political beliefs and bands you listen to. get ready for people to look at you weird in the grocery store. if anyone has anything to add feel free to reblog, and if you have questions my ask box is open. you can always submit a photo of your jacket to my blog because i love seeing other people's diy stuff. wear a mask, stay safe, and fuck the pigs <3

[angelliev]

Halloween Special!🎃  Okay, Mista JJ💋

Summary: JJ & Aria make their own Halloween movie.

Warnings: Smut! Language! Intense Role-play  JJ exploding our ovaries with this GIF^

A/N: Hey guys! Happy Halloween to all of you cool boos and ghouls. I know I haven't been here for a while now. It’s been busy and chaotic these past few months with school, work, and moving. I’m still writing the Lover Boy series though, so tune in. This is a little flashback (Halloween Special), still part of the series though. I know I’ve said this more than a thousand times, but thank you for your support with the likes, comments and especially the reblogs. Words can’t even begin to describe how much I appreciate you guys! Stay safe out there my lovies, and stay spooky. Muhahaha.

"Trick or Treat!” The miniature voices hollered at John B’s front porch. The boys, all dressed up of course, happily handed the kids candy. JJ didn't hold back as he gave each of them handfuls. It’s a good thing a bough a shitload of candy bags with me. However, I think the parents think otherwise when they watched the candy fall into the children's bags. “Happy Halloween guys! Dope costumes by the way!” The kids smile and high five JJ. The pogues had decided on dressing up as DC Comic Characters. Pope is dressed as Batman, pairing with Kie who was pulling off a sexy Catwoman suit. Sarah shined bright in her Wonder Woman outfit with John B who is going as Superman. I decided to dress up as my favorite supervillain, Harley Quinn from Suicide Squad. I couldn't help but prance around giddily in the Quinn’s boots, wearing the Daddy’s Little monster shirt, the Property of The Joker jacket, Puddin choker, temporary tattoos, hair in pigtails in red and blue, sexy fishnets, and the seductive sparkly shorts. Both Kie and Sarah knew I was in for it when I walked out in the outfit. I was surprised JJ didn't take me right there on John B’s couch when I strutted out. Instead he licked his lips that were curled into a smirk and eyed me with those luscious blue eyes. He wasn't the only once aroused. My eyes couldn't rip away from the gold chain on his neck, and the temporary tattoos that littered his body. His white button up, had a few loose buttons, exposing his chest that I wanted to nip at so bad. He was even pulling off the green hair. 

The trick or treaters began to finally die down. A Halloween movie played outside, all of us were seated in lawn chairs. The pogues continued to talk away in an excited conversation about the movie when an idea popped in my head. I take out my phone and open up my messages. My fingers began to type away on the keypad, my bottom lip caught in between my teeth. I look up at JJ one last time before hitting send. I act fast by hitting record on the screen. His phone dings, resulting in him taking it out and opening up the message. He sips his beer as he reads the explicit text, making him choke on the alcohol. “You good?” Asked a concerned Pope. “Yea, just swallowed more than I thought.” (Michael Scott That's What She Said) I smirk before getting up and walking away, making sure to add an extra sway to my hips, knowing that JJ’s lustful predator eyes were watching, my panties already starting to pool. 

Aria lays on the bed, smoke passing through her lips, waiting patiently for her boyfriend to come, camera in hand recording as the weed relaxes her body. Like clockwork, JJ enters the room hastily, a smirk plastered on his face, and his eyes a shade darker. “I missed ya Mista J.” I say trying my best to perfect the voice. JJ just chuckles darkly. “What’s with the camera?” He asked bewildered. “Thought we make a movie puddin’. I know you like movies.” The statement seemed to excite him. I bet the hot blood is always rushing down south. “That I do babygirl. You're a naughty little girl though. Sending me such a dirty sext in front of my friends.” “What text would you be referring to?” I played dumb. “Maybe this will jog your memory?” He holds the phone up to the screen, displaying the provocative text. 

“Hey Mista J. Why don’t you rev up your Harley by filling her up with your hot puddin?”

Before I could even respond, JJ took the camera from my grasp, and pushing my hand down his pants, where it’s met with the naked bulge. “This what you want your daddy to fill your sweet little pussy up with?” If I wasn't already drenched before, I sure am now. “Yes, please daddy.”  

“That’s a good girl. Let’s warm you up first.” He places the camera before opening up the sock drawer taking out the gun. He makes sure to unload it, checking it multiple times. “Put those pretty lips to good use will ya?” The barrel of the gun ghosted 👻 my red painted lips smiling. “Okay Mista J.” I look up into the camera with such innocent eyes before wrapping said lips around the barrel. JJ slowly maneuvers the weapon in and out of my mouth, lubricating it. “Such pretty lips you've got. Can't wait to have them wrapped around my cock. You love milking your daddy's cock dry with that mouth don't ya?” I simply nod and hum. I could feel the juices begin to drip down my leg as my pussy throbs. The gun is snatched away from my lips, leaving me empty. 

“Go on babygirl. Show your daddy some love.” He encourages, as I unzip his pants, wasting no time pull down his boxers. His cock springs free, the cool air in the room. “K puddin’.” Those were the last words that left my mouth before my luscious lips slid down his rock hard shaft. I could feel each vein on my tongue as he throbbed in my mouth. A relieved sigh passed his lips when he was welcomed by the warmth his babygirl provided him. His hips rolled in sync, one hand on my head, while the other was making sure the camera was capturing every single detail of himself thrusting into the girl’s mouth. A smile was plastered on his face, when he looked down to see his babygirl gagging on his dick, which hit the back of her throat as she took all of him in, precious inch by inch. “Such a good job babe. I'm so close. Keep that mouth opened wide, I’m about to give you some of that hot puddin’ you asked for.” The eyes watered while he continued to deep throat my mouth, and I loved every single second of it. Watching his lustful beat red face as his breaths grew rapid. 

“Fuck! Damn! Shit!” His hips finally came to halt, his balls touching chin, and the tip of my nose met his base. A ginormous load of his hot cum pooled into my mouth and rushed down my throat, overflowing and dripping down my chin along with my tears that streamed down my cheeks. 

“Swallow.” He commanded before slipping his cock out through my now swollen lips. I gladly swallowed the creamy cum, savoring the taste as it slid down my throat. “Open wide.” I proudly display my tongue out flat to him as he catches his breath. “That’s a good girl. You deserve a reward.” His thumb presses against my lip before motioning me to stand up. “Clothes off. On the bed. Now.” He demands sinisterly, causing a spark of excitement and anticipation to ignite. I waste no time to strip away from the costume, leaving me completely naked in front of the camera. I crawl onto the bed, making sure that my ass was in full view. JJ’s hand collides with one of my ass cheeks, erupting a loud smack across the room, making me giggle and yelp. I flip myself over on the bed, legs spread wide revealing my aching pussy that glistened in the light. JJ whistled and brought the camera close up. “Mm, look at this pussy. It’s just aching and throbbing for me, just begging me to plunge into it. But first I want to taste you babygirl. After all, you deserve it. You’ve been such a good girl for daddy.” His hot breath fans my pussy for only a few seconds before pulling away and making me whimper. 

He places the camera down once more and digs through his drawers until he finds what he’s looking for, that being a pair of Harley Quinn fuzzy hand cuffs. I bought in the store the other day as a gag gift, looks like we’ll finally be using it. He quickly cuffs my wrist to the bed restraining me, before placing a sweet loving kiss on my lips. “I love you, my sweet Harley Quinn.” He whispers against my swollen lips. “I love you too Mista J.” He flashed a genuine smile, before blinding me with his black bandana that was tied in the back. 

Once again, I could feel his hot breath fan my heat, making me antsy. But once again, he came to halt. “The fuck is this?” He asked genuinely confused, as was  I. It was then I remembered about the large quartz that was nestled deep within my precious flower, which was now probably barely staying intact. JJ dips his ring cladded fingers, scooping out the mysterious object, earning a whimper. JJ held the large rosy pink egg shaped object in his now juice covered fingers that glistened along with her pussy. “It’s a yoni egg.” She stated. 

(Wtf is a yoni egg you ask? Long story short, it’s a crystal carved into the shape of an egg, typically rose quartz or jade, and is placed in the girl's honey pot. There’s a lot of health benefits it provides that I'm not going to take the time explaining so...just look it up. You can find it on Etsy. Anyways, back to the story!) 

He simply hums, before licking the juices off the yoni egg and his fingers. “Did you miss daddy's cock so much that you filled yourself up with this?” My head nods furiously. “Yes! I miss you so much. Please daddy, I need you!” I begged. He silences me with a finger on my lip. “Patience babygirl. I’ll make sure to give a proper fucking. But for now, I wanna taste you.” He silenced me once more by stuffing my drenched panties in my mouth. “We don't want our friends hearing us, at least not yet.” I don't need the blindfold to know that he’s smirking. I’m caught off guard when I feel a sudden foreign object invade my walls and his hot tongue placed on my sensitive clit. My delightful moans are muffed by my own panties, that I taste myself on. My whole body squirms underneath him as he continues his sweet sexual torture on me. I then realized that it was the gun that my walls were clenching around as it moved in and out of me. I could already feel the knot form within me, tempted to unravel, but Mista J had other plans for his Harley Quinn. 

He stopped just before I was about cum, much to my dismay. JJ positions the camera to face both of them, unbinding the girl from the bed and removing her gag, before flipping her over. With no warning, he plunges himself into me, making me scream. My velvet pussy swallows each inch of his girthy cock with my silk like juices. Giving me no time to adjust, he takes a hold of my hips with both of his hands before pounding away. His skin slapped loudly against mine with each rough inevitable thrust. I knew that my pornographic moans shook the whole chateau, like our movement was shaking the whole bed, due to the animalistic thrusts, making the headboard pound against the wall. “That’s right baby. Don’t you dare hold back those moans. I want the everyone to know who's fucking you good. I want them to know that the Joker and Harley Quinn run the Outer Banks baby. 

All of it was too much. I couldn't find the words to tell him that I was about to cum, but I was already consumed by the euphoric sensation that washed over me like waves. My mind went completely blank, my ears began to rang. I didn't even hear JJ moan out load as he reached his climax, I could only feel his seed filling me up and gushing out my pink pussy. 

“Don't fall asleep on me now babygirl. We’re making a movie, and we’re only 12 minutes in. We still have about an hour left and I’m looking forward to fucking you senseless.” I just smile lustfully, ready for a round two.

“Okay Mista J.”

[90spumkin]

A Case of the Supernatural

Next

Summary: Can Spencer move past your death? What happens when he starts to see your ghost?

A/N: Not me starting another series when I haven’t finished the first. This is a crossover between Criminal Minds and Supernatural. I wrote this mainly because I am denial that either show ended. This will be a slow updated series because of finals next week and it took me four days to write this because I want it to be perfect. I hope you all enjoy and please leave your thoughts in the comments. Don’t forget to like and reblog! Also thanks @criminalmindzjunkie for the banner inspiration!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Ghost! Reader

Warnings: criminal minds talk, supernatural talk, swearing, some angst... I think that’s it

Word Count: 3028

Numb. That is all Spencer felt as they lowered your casket into the ground. With every shovel of dirt tossed into the whole in the ground was like stab to his heart. He accepted every pat on the shoulder and heard every ‘I’m sorry for your loss’, but he couldn’t feel any of it.

You were never going to be a mom, you were never going to have the chance to finish all those crazy art projects that scattered your shared apartment, and you were never going to hear Spencer tell you how much he loves you ever again. Hot tears stung his eyes and began to run down his cheeks.

“Reid it’s time to go.” JJ’s voice brought him out of the spiral his mind had started to descend into. He looked around and realized everyone was gone and your final resting place was now filled with compacted earth. He nodded in agreement but could not seem to move his feet.

You were really gone, and Spencer blamed himself.

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The BAU team was taking the loss of a valued team member and a precious friend extremely hard so Emily gave everyone a few days off to mourn. Spencer was a different case; it had been almost three weeks since your funeral and he had yet to leave the apartment.

He looked around at all the carry out containers and laughed to himself as he imagined what you would say: Spencer you’re living like a damn cockroach. At least you’re cute.

Spencer began to clean the three weeks’ worth of mess when he saw the bag containing your items from the coroner. He had been wallowing in mourning and self-pity that he completely forgot JJ had dropped it off.

Spencer disposed of the trash and sat down at on at the bar in the kitchen. The bag laid in front of him and all he could do was stare down at it. He took a deep breath: Okay Spencer you can do this.

Spencer slowly opened the bag taking deep breaths as he did so. He pulled out your phone, your set of keys, your… Spencer’s breath caught in his throat. In his hand on a silver chain was the engagement ring he had given to you three months ago. He smiled at the memory of you explaining why you wore it on a chain to work. You simply shrugged your shoulders I don’t want to lose it while chasing down psychopaths. Plus, this way it’s closer to my heart. You kissed him on the cheek ending the discussion there.

He placed a hand on his cheek while he wished he could feel the softness of your lips one more time. Spencer took a ragged breath and clasped the chain around his nick. He smiled at the thought of having something that was once close to your heart now close to his.

The good doctor decided then that he should probably put your things away and get some rest before his first day back at the BAU. As he was going through the apartment turning out lights, that he had not realized he had even left on, Spencer could have sworn he saw someone walked into the hall.

Spencer grabbed a knife from the kitchen counter and crept towards the hall. With his back pressed against the wall, he turned the corner quickly ready to take down the intruder. But what Spencer was faced with was nothing but his empty hallway. Spencer ran a hand through his hair and thought to himself: Well genius you are officially losing your mind.

He made his way into his bedroom and laid the kitchen knife on his dresser deciding he’ll just put it away in the morning. He walked to his window admiring the lights from the height of his apartment when he heard a laugh. He spun around so quickly he was sure he’d give himself whiplash.

There you were. You looked exactly the same as the last time he saw you, the moment you both decided to split up out in the field. Spencer was in absolute shock.

“I honestly doubt the knife would have worked. I am kind of already dead. It would’ve been funny to see what happened though.” Y/n joked as though this was all completely normal.

Spencer just screamed. Once he ran out of breath and gasped. There was stomping from the apartment above and very unpolite things directed towards Spencer. But he could care less, you were here. You were… a ghost?

Y/n looked bored and asked, “Are you done?” Spencer didn’t trust his voice, so he just nodded. “Good because I was expected a little more class from you Mr. 187.”

Spencer tripped over his words as he tried to run every logical explanation through his mind, “How the actual hell are you here? Am I dead? I’ve lost my mind, haven’t I?” Spencer began to pace the floor, running his hands through his hair.

“I think the term is ghost and no you are still perfectly sane. For the ‘how am I here part’ I am not quite sure. I can’t remember anything past the last 5 minutes.” Y/n shrugged her shoulders at that.

Spencer’s mind seemed to stop trying to apply logic to the situation and just except it. Because he began to relax, and tears brimmed his eyes. “Y/n I’ve missed you so much. I am so sorry. I should never have left you. If I would have stayed with you then maybe you’d still be alive.” Spencer choked on a sob which caused y/n’s no longer beating heart to break.

“Oh Reid. My death was not your fault at all.” She reached out a hand to caress his face, but it was like putting your hand through water. Her whole body glitched as if she was part of a malfunctioning video game.

“What was that? What’s happening?” Spencer’s face was pinched in confusion and worry.

Y/n seemed almost frantic, “I’m not sure. I feel like I’m being pulled away.” And with a blink of an eye she was gone. It all happened so quickly Spencer could almost say it was a dream, but it had been so real. Had felt so real.

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To say Spencer was tired was an understatement. He could barely sleep with the hope you would appear going through his heart and mind. It was around 4 am when exhaustion won, and he fell asleep gripping the ring that lay against his chest.

He was on is fourth cup of coffee for the day and he had only been there for one hour fifteen minutes and thirty-six seconds to be precise. He was stirring his mountain of sugar into the dark liquid when he felt a heavy hand clasp his shoulder and the smell of expensive cologne filled his nose.

“Kid you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Rossi told the young doctor as he leaned against the counter. Spencer snorted at that comment and just took a sip of his coffee, accepting the burn in his throat.

Before Spencer could even attempt to continue a conversation there was a loud gasp and the clicking of heels as his favorite human rainbow rushed towards him. He was instantly pulled into a bone crushing hug and it took every ounce of the little coordination he had not to spill his coffee all over his friend.

“Hi Penelope.” He simply said with a chuckle at the woman’s urge to always show her love in the most dramatic way.

She pulled away and started on one of her fast-spoken rants, “Oh my God you’re here! I missed you! I know I just saw you a couple of days ago when I visited your apartment, but this is different. Why didn’t anyone tell me you were coming back today? I should know these things!” Penelope slapped Spencer’s arm at that last part which drew an ‘ow’ from him and a light chuckle from Rossi who was watching the whole interaction.

“I’m sorry Penelope. When I got here, I went straight to Emily’s office and then dove into the paperwork required for my return.” Spencer explained.

Penelope smiled and let out a little huff, “Oh the love of paperwork. I will let this slide boy wonder, but it will not be forgotten.” Penelope gave Spencer’s arm a squeeze before making her way to her bat cave.

Spencer turned to Rossi, “I honestly expected that to be kind of worse.”

Rossi chuckled, “Luck my friend, luck.”

Spencer was about to launch into a rant about the statistics of how much of something good happening has anything to do with luck. That was stopped short when Spencer saw you perched on his desk like you use to do every morning waiting for him to bring you a cup of coffee. He gasped which wasn’t missed by the profiler who had been keeping an eye on him since he walked through those glass doors.

“Kid you alright?” Rossi asked with his voice laced with confusion.

Spencer didn’t take his eyes off you or the spot you had been when you glitched and disappeared just like the night before. “Huh? Oh. Uhh... yeah, I’m fine. I’ll be right back.”

Spencer sat his half drunken coffee down and walked as fast as he could towards the bathroom hoping not to draw any attention towards him.

Once he was safely in the bathroom and the door was locked behind him. He stood in front of the mirror and took a deep breath.

“Well that was interesting.” Spencer jumped and whirled around to only be met with an empty bathroom. He turned to splash water on his face and when he looked up again, and saw you behind him through the mirror.

H returned to look at you and whispered, “What the actual hell y/n? Where have you been?”

“I’m not quite sure. There were times I could see you, but you couldn’t see me which was very aggravating may I add. The rest is just blank.” Y/n seemed very unphased by everything as she spoke. This made Spencer feel uneasy.

“Why couldn’t anyone else in the bullpen see you?” Spencer’s brain was still trying to put science behind it all.

“I’m not quite sure. I don’t exactly have this whole ghost thing figured out. Being a ghost is hard.” Y/n pouted, and it made Spencer’s heart twist into a what felt like a knot.

“I- “Spencer was cut off by a knock on the door. When he looked back at y/n she was once again gone, and Spencer had an overwhelming need to try and understand a part of the world his brain rejected every day. He needed to understand the supernatural.

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Spencer had been to three different libraries and five different bookstores, all within a week. He would read any chance he got. The concerned looks he got from his team didn’t go unnoticed, and any time y/n would appear she would let her opinion be known that she believed no one could really understand the supernatural of the world.

Emily pulled up a seat next to his desk causing Spencer to glance up from his book that was only repeating what the last three books had said but in a different language. The look Emily was giving him convinced him it would be a good idea to put the book down. So, he closed the book and placed it on his desk, giving Emily his full attention.

“Spencer what has came over you? You’ve been nose deep in this folk lore and demonic looking books for days now. It’s just unlike you.” Emily’s voice was soft, and Spencer could hear the worry in her voice.

Spencer thought of a lie when he first started digging into all this for this exact reason, “I’m writing a paper on how science and physics can prove that the supernatural does not exist. I’m reading all of this so I don’t miss anything in my paper”

That simple explanation made the tension in Emily’s shoulders completely disappear. She huffed a sigh of relief before saying, “               Ahhhh I see. Well Rossi invited us all to dinner at his place. He’s going to attempt to show us all a new recipe.” This mad both Emily and Spencer giggle.

Spencer knew if he turned down the offer it would only cause suspicion to arise once again. “Yeah sure I’ll be there.”

Emily smiled and patted his shoulder as she stood, “Great I’ll see you there.”

Spencer hadn’t realized it was the end of the workday till Emily said that. He hadn’t seen y/n all day so maybe he could get through this dinner with little to no awkwardness… well more than usual.

He was the last to arrive at Rossi’s. He sat in his car and took a deep breath. He had to convince his team that nothing out of the ordinary was going on. Just when he was about to get out of his car all the lights came on and the alarm started blaring.

“What the he- “Spencer was cut off by the appearance of y/n in his passenger seat. She looked so sad and before Spencer could say anything else, he heard her say a quiet “sorry” and she was gone. The alarm and the lights stopped all at once, just in time for his team to come out to see what all the commotion was about.

Spencer got out of the car and quickly made his way to them, “Sorry about that. I really hate cars.”

This made his friends laugh and usher him inside. Once they were all in the kitchen surrounding Rossi and all his steaming pots and pans Spencer relaxed slightly.

Rossi tends to talk with his hands when he is demonstrating what to do while cooking. So, when he accidentally knocks over the saltshaker it’s not a surprise to anyone.

“Ah don’t want any bad luck.” Rossi says as he tosses some salt over his left shoulder. Spencer was about to launch into a spill of how salt was once believed to ward off evil spirits, but he didn’t get the chance. He was caught off by the appearance of y/n and her yelling, “What the actual fuck Rossi!” The salt seemed to arm y/n, but Spencer wasn’t able to dwell on that fact long due to the chorus of gasp throughout the kitchen. Luke was the first to speak, “Y/n? Is that really you?”

“In the fl-… well spirit?” Y/n laughed at her joke; she was the only one. Everyone just stood there staring until Rossi yelled “My pasta!” and rushed to save their dinner.

Everyone turned to Spencer, they all started talking over each other. He could make out a few questions and a few other statement. They all came to the same realization though: Spencer was definitely was not writing a paper.

It took Spencer ten minutes to get everyone quiet enough to even attempt to talk and then fifteen minutes to explain everything while they all stared at y/n dumb founded. Y/n just stood there smiling the whole time Spencer talked.

“So, what does this mean exactly?” JJ asked tears in her eyes and a sad smile playing on her lips. Your death hit her hard, not as hard as Spencer or Penelope but still hard. He saw you move closer to her but stop knowing that you wouldn’t be able to show her any physical comfort.

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out.” Is all Spencer was able to say.

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It took a few weeks for the initial shock of y/n being a ghost to ware off. Spencer would sometimes see members of his team jump at the sudden appearance of her. It was hard for them not to talk to her while in the office. Especially since she seemed to finally have gotten better at the ‘whole ghost thing’.

Spencer was nose deep in another book on folk lore when y/n appeared sitting on his desk. He looked around to make sure no one was paying him any attention.

“Hello love. Who’ve you been haunting today?” They always joked and laughed about how easy it was for her to scare Luke. Spencer was pretty sure JJ, Emily, and Tara had a bet going on about it.

Y/n didn’t laugh though instead she looked more ghost like then ever and said, “Spence, somethings wrong.” Then she was gone.

About that same time two men walked in the bull pen. He saw them ask Matt something and then made their way to Emily’s office.

Spencer watched through the window as Emily and the two men talked for a few minutes and then shook hands. She led them back out to the bull pen to introduce them to everyone.

“Everyone this is Agent Smith and Agent Jones from the New York branch. They have asked for our assistance on a case that has brought them here.” Emily explained.

The shorter gruff man spoke first, “You all can call me Dean and him Sam.” The taller one gave a tight-lipped smile and a wave that matched Spencer’s own very similarly.

“It’s an honor to work with you all.” The taller one, Sam, said.

After a few more greetings and polite conversations they all started to make their way to the round table room for debriefing. Spencer was just about to get up from his desk when words started to appear across the paper scattered on his desk: ‘They’re not FBI.”

Spencer looked up to see the two new agents whispering quietly. They noticed him staring and gave him a nod and smile. Spencer had an unsettling feeling in his stomach as he made his way towards them.

He debated between bombarding them with questions till they broke or just watching them knowing their behavior would tell eventually. He decided on the later because he knows he’ll do anything to make sure he can keep y/n around and if these two men were a threat to that then they wouldn’t be able to conceal that truth for long.

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[lucky-bucky-boy]

Cruel Summer Pt. III

Summary: Based loosely off of Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift. Things seem to be on a roller coaster, highs and lows and jumping emotions. A discussion about one of the pivotal points of their relationships that could either be the start of a new beginning or the awakening of a terrible ending.

Word Count: 1818

Warnings: Angst, fluff, manipulative-ish speech, very slight age gap, implied smut, almost ddlg elements but not quite (Please let me know if I missed anything, I will be happy to add on)

A/N: Tags are at the bottom. I am so sorry this took literally a lifetime to write and get out but its FINALLY HERE. Will be added to AO3 at some point. NO spoilers, takes place before the events of Knives out. Read Part One Here // Read Part Two Here

I do not own these characters. Do NOT repost my writing and/or fics anywhere without my written permission. Reblogs, likes, comments, and constructive criticism welcomed and highly appreciated.

Hummingbirds sang their beautiful song, fluttering through the evening sun. Wind bristling through the trees, the faint sound of wind chimes and a bird splashing in the bird bath. The outside air; light and warm, a breath of life and happiness. Almost taunting with how it didn't change from how it was left. 

It was a stark contrast to the nearly tangible heaviness that cast itself inside, sitting thick and awkward. The sound of a metal spoon clinking against glass nearly drowning out the sound of the help Ransom paid to stay and make dinner. The warmth of the cup of tea keeping thoughts from straying too far as tension begin to settle. 

Uncomfortable shifting in the dining chair, occasional, timid glances to the man next to you. Never had you ever seen him look so raw. His hair pushed back from running his hands through it so many times, instead of from the numerous products you knew he had stocked in his closet. The sweater he wore, albeit already worn, was so stretched out from him pulling on the cuffs that it naturally just rested against his palm. One hand fiddled with the fabric as he bit at his nails on the other. 

The last time he even looked remotely this nervous was after a few drinks when he showed you some writing he had done, something he hid but was proud of. And that was easily more than a year ago. But now, now was different. This almost looked like regret. 

After a quick sip of the warm liquid to calm your nerves, you cleared your throat, looking over at him. Ransom's gaze quickly snapped to focus in on you, waiting for you to speak.

"You asked me to stay, so what is it you could possibly want to talk about now?" You hadn't meant to sound so rude, but the exhaustion and irritability of the situation had settled heavily. You'd give anything to just have this over with, to be able to be alone and process everything. 

Ransom opened his mouth to speak, but closed it before letting out a sigh as he ran a hand through his hair. "I just don't understand how we're somehow on the same page and not at the same damn time. Frankly, I don't understand how we were both there and you somehow… came out feeling like, like that about it, about me."

A scoff escaped from you, shaking your head and looking at him with utter bewilderment written on your face. "Ransom, you truly don't see how I could have fallen in love with you?" His only response was a look that was somewhere between confusion and certainty, as if he was confused as to how love was even an option. 

"Okay then," you took another sip of your tea before staring back at him, determined at this point to at least make him see it your way, if not to even hurt him a little. "Tell me, how do you remember our trip to Paris?"

He huffed out a chuckle that was void of amusement, eyebrows scrunched as he shrugged, "I don't know, it was about a month after I started fucking your brains out. Woke up one morning and told you to pack a bag, which you did because at that point you did whatever I said, and we flew to Paris in my private jet. We spent a week there, having sex and eating at fancy restaurants. I bought you a bunch of clothes and jewelry. Then we came home."

Your eyes had fallen shut, shaking your head and clicking your tongue as you opened them. He looked smug, but his attitude quickly changed when he saw the anger and disbelief pouring itself out of you. "That's truly how you remember that trip?"

He shrugged, "Yeah," his voice faltered softly as he continued, "How do you remember it?"

Some part of you begged not to open that door, not to go diving in to memories that would no doubt leave you even more hurt than before. 

Delicate touches and even softer sheets, a soft breeze rustling the sheer curtains that led to the balcony overlooking the city, intricate smells - a warming mixture of coffee, baked bread, and a touch of nicotine.

Everything about it screamed Paris, the city of romance, the city of love and adventure. The city that undoubtedly shifted the emotions that flowed. 

"I know you're awake, baby girl," your eyes hadn't even opened yet, a smile creeping on your lips as your skin warmed at the sound of the pet name. 

There was that low chuckle, the one the vibrated the chest your head rested on, that made you melt and float at the same time. The delicate touches, the soft swirls he drew on your back turned to a firm squeeze on your hip. "Get your sweet ass up, I'm taking you out." 

Ransom slid out from underneath you, soft whines leaving you in protest as you finally opened your eyes to look at him. You were met with his bare backside as he made his way to the bathroom. "I'm too sore to move," you called out with a pout. 

He stopped at the door way, looking over his shoulder at you, eyes dark and a shit eating grin on his face. "Well, I suggest if you want me to kiss it better, you better get your ass in the damn shower."

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"Where are you taking me?" The words came out as a giggle as you clung onto Ransom's arm, blindfolded and letting him lead you to God only knows as. The ground beneath gradually became flat and smooth, unlike the walkways of the streets. 

"You're not selling me off, are you?" You teased.

Ransom chuckled and you could feel his body move as he shook his head. "No, sweetheart. You're worth much more than everything you're about to see. It'd be hard finding someone willing to pay that much."

He stopped moving, reaching up to slowly pull the blindfold off. "You used to talk about visiting art museums all across the world when we were little, so I figured this'd be a nice little treat."

You squealed softly and you took in your surroundings. You were standing in the middle of the Tuileries garden at the Louvre, beautiful sculptures and flora overwhelming your senses. "God! You really do spoil me," you look at him with a bright smile. "Come on, I'm dragging you through as much as possible before you decide it's time to leave."

He smirked and shook his head, "Well, we have reservations at 6 for a restaurant not too far from here. But other than that, the day is yours, princess."

"You're letting me decide what we do for a whole day?" You raised your eyebrows at him. 

"What can I say? I'm full of surprises," that cocky tone was something you were coming to love more than tolerate, "Lead the way."

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It was no wonder Ransom made you wear a nicer dress that day, insisting on you putting a little more effort into your appearance than usual. He never asked for anything like that. You found it odd earlier that morning as you smeared his favorite red lipstick across your lips, but as you stood outside the restaurant where meals cost easily as much as your phone bill, you understood. 

A balcony seat with a view overlooking the city. The sun was just starting to set, spreading hues of pink, purple, and gold in the sky as the lights from the Eiffel Tower could be seen glowing in the distance. People were still bustling in the streets, couples hand in hand, kids running and laughing, the occasional Parisian leaning against the stone building with a cigarette. It hit you then that there was no one else you'd want to be in Paris with. 

Already, Ransom had pulled your seat out for you and pushed you in, ordered your drinks and food for you, and as you looked back at him you caught him staring. For just a split second there was something more to the look on his face, a glisten in his eyes you'd never seen before. But, just as soon as you saw it, it was gone. A smirk spread across his lips, his eyes set back to their normal hue and you wanted nothing more than to smack it off his face. 

Not because he was being an asshole or because he was right about something (and knew damn well you were wrong), but because you knew this time that smirk was hiding something. But the time to pester and whine was neither here nor there when you were surrounded by riches, lavished in the luxury that was Paris, the upscale restaurant, and the company of Ransom. 

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The cool metal of the railing nipped through the material of your shirt as you overlooked the now dark city from the comfort of your hotel room. A few glasses of wine you normally wouldn't drink, a shared cigarette you didn't quite like but did anyway because "it's a part of the experience"; and quite honestly, Ransom could get you to try anything at least once. 

The padding of his bare feet across the floor and onto the patio pulled you out of the replay the was looping in your head. The soft smiles, the feeling of his hand in your, the laughter and warmth that filled your chest all day quickly being pushed to the side as he reached his arms around you, quicker than you could turn around. 

Ransom clasped a necklace around your neck and when you looked down to examine it your heart swelled. A dainty, chain with a nice size diamond laid against your skin. If you didn't know any better your say it resembled a heart but… maybe that was just wishful thanking. 

"Ransom, you didn't have to ge-"

"I wanted to," he quickly cut you off, "And be a good girl for me and don't ever take it off." He looked at you expectantly as you looked back at him, eyes glossy and a slight pout to your lip as emotions overwhelmed you. "Promise?"

"Promise."

Reaching into your bag you pulled something out. Without even looking at it you tossed it at him, annoyance and hurt written on your face as you both watched the diamond necklace skitter toward him and stop by his hand that rested on on the table. 

You watched as Ransom picked it up, swallowing hard and jaw setting as he examined the piece of jewelry. A sigh and shake of his head as he eyes fell to the little "H" he had engraved on the backside of it. 

You smirked, huffing and biting the inner corner of your cheek before speaking, "Go ahead and tell me again how this was just an arrangement."

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#5

A Grumpy Gymnastics Guy

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader

Word Count: 902

Warnings: None, tis all fluff

A/N: This is based on an ask I submitted to the lovely @slothspaghettiwrites (hey bestie!!) a while ago. I didn’t expect to write this but here we are! I’m thinking about writing a small series for Lance... but I’ll see how I feel about it.... I’m probably gonna do it. Do people read these author’s notes??? 

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Today just wasn’t his day. As soon as he lifted his head from his pillow, he could tell that today wasn’t going to be sunshine and lollipops. Lance had woken up, with a stiff neck might I add,  a whole hour later than he was supposed to. When he looked to check the time he was met with a dead phone. The charger wasn’t plugged in. 

“Fuck me,” he groaned, already annoyed at everything. 

He was quick to get back on schedule, getting dressed and out the door in less than 5 minutes. “Oh Christ,” he spat in a whisper to himself. 

It was cold and raining all day; bone-freezing gusts of wind shot bullets of sharp, cold droplets everywhere. He hadn’t grabbed his raincoat, and the water was quick to soak through the layers of his coat and track suit, but he pushed on and made it to the gym. Having arrived well over an hour late looking like a wet dog, Lance was in no mood to be made fun of, but that didn’t stop the other coaches and gymnasts from snickering as he walked by. 

He wishes he could say that training went on like normal, but no. When he was warming up, his stiff neck made it hard to tuck his chin in. Then, one of the new guys accidentally knocked over the chalk basin all over him. Then he couldn’t stick a clean landing on any of his routines. And to top it all off, on the way to the locker room he stubbed his toe. He had had it. 

He shoots you a quick text.

Lance: Are you at home?? 

A few minutes go by as he waits for your reply. 

Y/N: Yeah, it’s my day off.

Lance quickly packs his things and makes a beeline for his car, thankful that the rain had decided to take a break.

Y/N: Why??

Lance: Can I come over?

Y/N: Sure, just use your key when you get here

Lance drove almost on instinct to your apartment. The usually quick route was clogged by Sunday drivers who seemed to be scheming against him. It took him 20 minutes longer than normal to finally arrive at your apartment. Putting his car in park, he quickly makes the climb up the 3 flights of stairs to your door. 

“God, why the fuck does she have to live so high up,” he mutters, simply angry at everything at this point. 

He pulls out his key chain to find the key you had given him months ago. Finding the key with the little gold metal painted on it (you did it as a joke, you thought it was hilarious), he unlocked your door. The second the lock turned, he was met with a wall of comforting scents. You loved scented candles, your current favorite being cranberry and mandarin. There was the smell of herbal tea; of course you made tea, you always did when it was cold and rainy like this. Then there was the smell of you. A mix of your shampoo, your body wash, and the natural loveliness that was just you. 

Lance took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the calming aromas. You had heard him come in, the heavy sigh he released after kicking off his muddy shoes. Lance all but threw himself on your couch, his head resting in his hands. The dull throbbing pain in his temples pulsed in time with his heartbeat. You smiled softly from your spot in the kitchen, automatically knowing it was one of those days. 

You quietly made your way over to your grumpy boyfriend. You kneel in front of him, gently pulling his hands from his face to hold in your own, you have him look at you. His eyes are red, irritation that built up during the day evident in his baby blue eyes. The bags under his eyes show just how tired he is, how the day seemed to have kicked his ass. 

“Do you wanna sleepover? We could order some food, you can shower, maybe watch a movie or just go to bed. Does that sound nice?" you offer in a soft voice that doesn't add to his headache and a comforting gaze. He nods after a moment, offering a weak smile. “Alright,” you whisper and press a feather-light kiss to his forehead. 

Before you can get up to order the food, Lance pulls you into his lap effortlessly. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder. He draws in another deep breath and shuts his eyes. You hug him back without a second thought, your own arms around him, rubbing soothingly up and down his spine. The tense muscles in his back finally start to reluctantly relax. You press a few kisses to the top of his hair and cradle him into you. 

"You ok, baby?" you ask against his hair, your free hand holding his head gently.

"Just wanted to hug you, is all," he answers in a croaky voice. 

You smile and hum, hugging him tighter. Lance holds you in his lap, relishing the way your warmth radiates through him. Running your fingers through his hair softly, you let him hold you as long as he needs. His day might have kicked his ass, but nothing beats the way you feel in his arms.

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#4

Thunder and Flowers

Summary: You and Thor haven’t been able to spend some time together in so long. He misses you, you miss him. A cozy night in will fix all that ;)

Pairing: Chubby!Thor x female!Reader

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: Smut 18+ ONLY (MINORS DNI), spit kink (you’re welcome.), slight dom!reader, slight sub!Thor (YOU’RE WELCOME), unprotected sex (use protection people, seriously, please), vocal Thor, needy Thor, feral Thor, slightly chubby!Thor, one mention of “breeding” but not necessarily breeding kink. I think that’s all. 

A/N: Alright! I kept thinking about this and I just decided to make it a fic, because why not! We all deserve slightly sub!Thor content. I hope you like it! Please reblog, leave a cheeky little comment, let me know what you think, if you want more Thor content or whatnot. I love hearing from you guys! I love you all

Kisses 

—K

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It was going to be a quiet night in, movies, tea, a nice home cooked meal—the whole nine yards. Thor made sure to finish up any business he had so he could dedicate his entire evening to vegging out with you on the couch. He’d been busier than he liked in the recent weeks, new meetings or missions with the Avengers pulling him away from you more and more frequently. He knew you understood, and he was grateful that you didn’t mind spending some quality time with yourself for a while, but he missed you terribly. He missed sleeping over for more than 2 nights at a time, going grocery shopping with you, talking to you about the book he was reading—just being with you. The moment you got home, Thor was already putting the groceries he bought for your little date night away in your fridge.

“Hi, Flower,” he sung with his sweet smile, it never failed to make you grin back.

“Hey there, hot stuff,” you sung back, tossing your keys and bag aside as you kick your shoes off without another thought. Thor gives a chuckle at that, making his way over to you. You meet him half way, wrapping your arms around him with a deep sigh. His arms winding around your waist on instinct, his head tilting to rest against yours as his muscular arms squeeze you to him. He lets out his own deep sigh, basking in the sweet cherry blossom scent of your shampoo and the comfortable heat radiating from your body.

“I missed you,” he hears you mumble into his shoulder. His heart twists at the thought of leaving you so often.

“I missed you too, Flower,” he whispers and presses a sweet kiss to the top of your head before pulling you back to smile down at you. His heart soars when he sees you beaming up at him, he can’t fight the urge to kiss you, so he does. His lips press against yours for the first time in weeks, the softness of your lips has his mind reeling, his tongue searching for yours, a deep hunger craving the taste of you. You moan softly when his tongue fills your mouth passionately, swirling around your mouth, desperate for a taste. The little sound you let out goes straight to Thor’s cock, lust beginning to cloud his mind as his primal instincts take over. You reluctantly pull back to catch your breath, panting and gasping into his open mouth as you look up at him. He gives you a crooked smirk, loving knowing that he affects you as much as you do him.

“Go get cleaned up, Flower, I’ll start making dinner,” he whispers and presses one more kiss to your kiss bruised lips. You giggle and nod as you skip to your room on wobbly legs.

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A hot shower and home cooked meal later, you and your Thunder God lay curled up on the couch, your back resting on the couch with Thor laying on his side, his head propped up on his elbow as he gazed down at you. He had been telling you about the happenings in Asgard, what funny trick Loki pulled on Sif, and what’s happened in the latest chapter of the book he was currently reading. You told him about the new project you picked up at work, the juicy work gossip about your coworker Sandra sleeping with one of the guys from IT that happened to be your boss’s ex boyfriend, and about the book you just finished while he played with your hair.

The next thing you know your mouth is being devoured by Thor’s as if he hadn’t just eaten dinner an hour earlier. Your hands slot through his hair slowly, relishing in the softness of the shorter strands that adorn his head. He lets out a rumbling growl when your nails scrape across his scalp, something that you know drives him wild. The playful giggle you let out has him grinning ear to ear and pulling you up into his lap as he sits up properly. You hear the distant rumble of thunder in the distance.

“Come here, little Flower,” he chuckles and reattaches his mouth to yours with a groan. Your soft body presses his into the couch, the teal silk robe he bought you for your birthday falling open as you straddle his ungodly thick thighs. Thor takes advantage of the exposed skin and immediately slides his large hands up your legs, grabbing a handful of your ass to pull you against the bulge in the front of his grey sweatpants. Your hips naturally grind down on him the moment you feel that familiar hardness against your core. It makes you shiver, a fluttering sigh leaving your lips. Thor groans, this one deeper in his throat when your pussy grinds on him. A bolt of lightning flashes across the sky followed by the low growls of the thunder. “Oh, Gods, Flower, I’ve missed this…”

“Me too,” you whisper against his lips, your mouth moving along his jaw sloppily, he always loved when you did, “missed riding you, baby.”  The undeniable shudder that shook his hulking frame made you smirk, you loved making him shiver and shake. You found that sweet spot near his ear that had Thor groaning in shaky tones, his hips rising to rut into yours, trying desperately to satisfy his needs. “You want me to ride you, Thor? Bounce on that fat cock, nice and hard until you cum?”

“Fuck, yes, ride me, Flower,” he nods and starts pulling off his clothes. Soon, he’s bare beneath you, your robe simply untied, you hadn’t bothered to put on anything underneath it. Thor’s hands are everywhere, pawing at your breasts, grabbing handfuls of your ass, kneading the supple flesh of your thighs, touching any and everything he possibly can while you continue to suck at his neck. You sneak a hand down his front, tracing over the muscles that rest underneath his tanned skin. He’d filled out a bit in the recent year and you were not complaining. His torso was still firm but less defined, giving him an inviting softness that made you want to snuggle against him forever. Your hand reaches its destination the moment you feel the throbbing length of his cock in your palm, a sharp inhale breaks from Thor’s mouth at the contact as another bolt of lightning crashes down. He was always so sensitive, so responsive, so vocal.

“Such a pretty cock, baby,” you whisper in his ear just how he liked, all breathy and mockingly sweet. “Is this all for me?” You ask and give his fat tip a loving pet, your thumb swiping away the beads of precum.

“Of course, it’s all for you, Flower, only for you,” he whispers back, his voice strained and hushed with pleasure, the small act having his eyes sliding shut. You kiss his temple sweetly and begin to stroke him at a teasingly slow pace, building him up.

“Such an angel,” you mutter mostly to yourself, his cheeks flushing even more at the compliment, his dick twitching happily in your palm. You giggle gently and speed up, jerking him off quicker and quicker. “Always so kind, so thoughtful…”

“Gods,” he curses under his breath, cock twitching uncontrollably as you shower him with praises. “Flower, please, need be inside you.”

His hand gripping your wrist to stop your hand from stroking him, his chest heaving with excitement. The moment your hand releases its grip, he’s once again devouring your mouth. You feel his fingers trailing along your inner thigh slowly before cupping your heat in one giant hand. He growls when he feels how soaked you are for him, swearing to himself he’ll spend the rest of the night worshipping this delicious heaven between your legs. Two thick, long fingers suddenly push into your entrance, your body stretching to accommodate his digits.

“T-Thor!” Your head tips back, your hands pulling at his hair as he begins to pump in and out of you slowly, letting your body adjust to the feeling of his fingers. He bites his lip when you clench down around his knuckles. Thor doesn’t know how he doesn’t blow his load right then and there, your tight pussy sucking his fingers deeper and deeper.

“You’re so tight, Flower, still don’t know how I fit inside this sweet cunt,” he growls as sucks a deep hickey into the column of your throat, “but I make it fit, don’t I, Sweetheart?”

You whimper in response when the pads of his fingers brush against that sweet spot deep inside you, your walls tightening even more, a fresh wave of arousal soaks his palm, making him groan happily. “That’s enough,” you say and push his hand away from your core, spreading gripping the base of his dick with your other hand and guiding him to your entrance.

“Wait, I didn’t stretch you o—Oh, Gods!!” He bellows as you sink down on him slowly. Deafening thunder shakes the earth, rain beating down steadily on your windows. His eyes squeeze shut as your tight walls wrap around his girth, pulsing wildly with your heartbeat, head falling back to rest on the back of the couch, his own chest heaving to try and calm himself down. You sigh a sweet moan into his ear, the delicious burn that comes with that first thrust leaves you dizzy and clawing into the meaty flesh of his shoulders. Your hips grind against his in nice slow movements, letting you both adjust to each other until Thor starts to push his hips up into yours.

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#3

Interruptions

Summary: Lance doesn’t like interruptions while he’s “working.”

Pairing: Lance Tucker x fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT(so obvi, 18+, minors DNI), hate fucking, cursing, explicit, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), creampie, overstimulation, (developing) praise kink, pet names (Lance calls reader Princess), slight cum play, and Lance Fucking Tucker.

Word count: 2.7k (she’s a doozy)

A/N: I am loving writing for Lance right now! Especially because the series(?) is going to develop but I won’t tell y’all too much! Letting that sweet nonnie know, yes, sub!Lance will be making an appearance. Let me know what you think, I’m all ears and I would love to hear back from you! I hope you guys like it :3 Kisses 

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“Do you know who the fuck I am, Princess?” Lance snarled in your ear, his breath hot against your ear, “I’m a fucking Olympian, I’m a motherfucking God, I’m Zeus!” 

You were in the office again, chest pressed against the locked door with Lance’s firm grip keeping you in place. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his arrogant words, a humorless chuckle leaving you. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, you were an Olympian,” you say in a mock-sweet tone, sounding bored and uninterested, “but are you sure you’re still a God, Lance?” 

An angry growl reverberates in his chest, his large hand wrapping around your throat from behind to pull you against his chest, “watch your mouth, slut,” he warns through gritted teeth, nuzzling his face threateningly against yours. 

“Or what, Zeus?” You whisper defiantly. 

His response is to capture your lips in a dominating kiss, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth to fight with yours. Your body naturally opens up to him, your tongue submitting nearly instantly, hips beginning to grind back against the bulge in his pants, earning a shaky gasp from Lance. Lance ruts firmly against the plush cushion of your ass, welcoming the shivers that run through his body at the friction. 

His free hand slides down your front, taking a moment to grope at your chest, making you moan and arch into his touch. Hand still roughly pawing at your breast, you break free from his air-stealing kiss, panting heavily. With your head tilted back against his shoulder, Lance moves his mouth down the column of your neck, biting at the fading love bites and hicks he left days prior. 

“Ohh fuck, Lance,” you moan when he finds that one special spot, the harsh bite has you pushing your ass back against him harder. The moment you moan, Lance is moving to pull your shorts and panties down your thighs in rushed movements. 

“Gonna have to fucking remind you why I own that pretty pussy, Princess,” he whispers into your skin, pushing his own boxers to his mid thigh, his hand on your neck pulling you back to look him in the eye. Before you can tell him to shut up, he pushes into you in one steady, firm thrust. Your walls ache at the pleasurable stretch he brings, his cock pushing much deeper than you ever thought humanly possible, this alone making your toes curl in your shoes. 

“O-oh my god,” you whimper, eyes falling shut, your hands clawing at his thick thighs, looking for anything to ground you. 

“That’s right, I am,” Lance moans in a smug tone, a pleased smirk tugging at his lips, his chest heaving, brow furrowed in concentration. His eyes still holding the contempt from your on going fight, hand squeezing around your throat to coax you to open your eyes. When you finally do, he quirks an eyebrow and grinds into your heat slowly. You quickly nod at his silent question. Wasting no time, Lance draws back until only his tip remains inside you and swiftly plunges back in. The strong thrust tearing a loud groan from you both. 

“Aahhhh fucking hell, Princess!” Lance shouts, his pace steady but ruthless, well-timed thrusts hitting you hard in all the right places. Head tossed back, he let himself enjoy the way your slick pussy wrapped around him perfectly, like it was made just for him, his own slice of heaven. 

“Oh, shit, I gotta go!” That snapped him out of his bubble, hips slowing down but not stopping. 

“What? What do you mean?” He asked in confusion, your hands weakly pushing at his thighs. 

“I-I gotta pick up my friend’s kid in 10 minutes,” you moan out at his slower movements. 

The slowness didn’t last long, his thrusts picking up into a quick pace.“Laaaance!” You moan out in a long breath. 

“Have to go now? Can make y’cum in 2 minutes, Princess, just 2 minutes” he bargains in short, choppy grunts, trying his best to convince you to stay. 

“Ca-can’t! I want to, but can’t!” You tremble in his arms, everything in him screaming to keep going but he reluctantly pulls out with a groan. Both of you are panting, trying to regain your composure. 

After tucking himself back into his pants carefully, Lance gives your bare ass a harsh slap, earning a yelp from you. “I’m not finished with you, you know that, don’t you?” he whispers before pulling your panties and shorts back up your legs, letting the waist band snap against your hips teasingly. 

You shiver, turning to face him with a smirk, pulling him into a filthy kiss, “I’ll pick up the kid and drop her off, I’ll be at my apartment in an hour,” you murmur into his lips. 

“Fuck, ok,” he whispers back, your hand sneaking to grip his still hard cock and squeeze, “o-ooooh, you fucking bitch, get out of here” He groans and chuckles darkly. You turn and run with a laugh, trying to make this the fastest car ride you possibly could.

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450 notes • Posted 2021-07-12 09:56:42 GMT

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Is this were I make a request? I have never requested anything before 😂 Um, well here is my Idea. For Lee if you don’t mind: So Y/N is giving Lee the silent treatment cause they had an argument but even though Y/N is pissed, they still do all the domestic things they normally would. Like cooking him meals, brushing off a piece of lint from his shoulder, helping him tie his tie in the morning and making sure his badge is straight, kissing his cheek before he leaves etc. Hope thats okay, if not don’t worry 🥺 xxxxxxxxx

Hello, my little munchkin!! This is where you request things 😊 this is my first Lee ask, so huzzah! I love this request so much, you have no idea. Angst is what fuels me 😈 Thank you so much for sending this in!

Kisses 💋

—K

P.S. this was written on my phone (again), so I apologize in advance for any spelling errors

Silent Treatment

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"Lee, all I'm sayin' is that I don't like how she flirts with y–"

"God, woman, do y'ever shut the fuck up? Yack yack yack all the fuckin' time! For the last time, you don't have to worry about it, and that's the last I wanna hear about it!" He shouted, exhausted and frankly over the entire argument.

You flinched at the sudden booming voice shouting at you. You glared at him for a moment before nodding your head and licking the inside of your cheek. You decided that yeah, it'd be the last he heard from you for a while. Without a word, you turned back to finish drying the dishes from dinner. Lee muttered a "good," before stomping off to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Both of you going to bed still angry.

You woke up before Lee did, as always, but looking at his sleeping face didn't bring the sweet fuzzy feelings like it normally did, instead it reminded you of how he shouted and insulted you the night before. With a small scoff, you got up and went about your normal routine, getting cleaned and dressed before making breakfast for the two of you.

Standing at the oven, you hear him in the bedroom, getting dressed for his shift at the station. Lee enters the kitchen, surprised to find his cup of coffee set on the table waiting for him. He half expected you to make him get it himself, it's what he'd do if he was you.

"Good morning," he says, his voice still gruff and hard, but you offer him no response and don't even spare him a glance.

He was still a little angry from yesterday's argument too, but he was mostly ashamed and guilty for having yelled like he did, though he couldn't remember exactly what he said. When he realized you weren't going to talk, he sat at the table to drink his coffee, opting to read the paper while he waited for you to finish cooking, glancing at the back of your head every now and then.

After a few minutes of silence, you set a plate in front of him. You hardly ate breakfast with him since he had to get down to the station early every morning, but the absence of your melodic voice telling him about your odd dreams or nightmares made him feel strangely lonely. But Lee was nothing if not stubborn. If you didn't feel like talking yet, fine, he wasn't going to waste his breath either.

When he finished his breakfast, you took his plate to finish cleaning the kitchen. Lee was standing at the mirror in the hallway, trying to figure out how to tie his tie. He was redoing the knot for the 5th time when he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. He turned to find you standing behind him, turning him to face you. Your hands tying the knot perfectly within seconds. You smoothed the collar of his shirt, even picking off the stray pieces of lint on his shoulder.

Lee watched you as you silently straightened out his uniform, your face was set, obviously still angry at him, your lips didn't curl into the soft smile like they normally would, nor did your eyes meet his. He frowned a little, that gnawing guilt coming back to bother him. Before he could say anything you were leaving back to the kitchen, he huffed and finished putting on his uniform.

Just as he was pulling on his wide brim hat, he felt a familiar soft tap on his shoulder again. You straightened the star of his Sheriff's badge before pressing a kiss to his cheek like always and ushering him out of the house. He left the house pouting and missing your voice already.

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Lunchtime came around, and Lee was excited to see you when you dropped off his lunch. He was determined to get you to speak to him, the rest of the station had been dealing with their Sheriff's poor mood all morning.

You were always on time, so right at 12:00pm you were knocking on his office door, his lunch in hand. Lee jumped up to open the door when he heard your first knock, practically flinging it open.

"Hi, darlin'," he says with a small smile when he notices you're looking at him now.

You give him a curt, tight lipped smile that he swears lasted less than a second, and offer him his lunch: a small lunch box and a thermos of soup. He takes it from you with a soft 'thank you.' You press a kiss to his cheek once more then turn on your heel and leave.

Lee was starting to get frustrated now. You've fought before, so why the hell were you being so stubborn now? He didn't say anything to–wait. He remembered what he said. A groan falls from his lips and he rubs his face as the memory of what he said replayed in his mind. "Shit..."

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When his shift is over, Lee makes a beeline for the florist to pick up your favorite flowers. He's enterned full apology mode. Bouquet in hand, he finally makes it home. He can smell the enticing aroma of dinner being made in the kitchen. His heart swelling at the fact that even though you're mad you still take care of him.

"Hey, sweetheart," he calls to you softly but is again met with silence. "I got these for you, know how much you like 'em," that seems to pique your interest, you turn to glance over your shoulder at him.

You soften ever so slightly when you see the bouquet of flowers in his hand. You also can't deny how handsom he looks in his uniform. You turn to face him as he moves closer, handing you the bundle of flowers which you accept. Your eyes finally meeting in a calm yet smoldering gaze.

"M'sorry I yelled at ya. It was uncalled for," he brought one hand to your waist, testing the waters to see if you'd let him hold you. When you don't push him away, he brings his other hand to your hip, pulling you closer.

"And m'sorry for cussin' at ya, an' tellin' ya y'talk too much," he spoke softly, he really was sorry, you could see it in his icy blue eyes. Still not saying anything you set the flowers on the counter top.

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804 notes • Posted 2021-07-27 15:55:08 GMT

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Anger Issues

Summary: You and Lance like to argue. You hate him, he hates you, that’s how it’ll always be... right?

Pairing: Lance Tucker x fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT, so 18+ (minors DNI), hate fucking, choking, name calling, Lance Tucker being Lance Tucker but my interpretation of him

Word count: 2.6k

A/N: Hey, wee lambs! I missed you guys. I hope you like this one. I was supposed to be working on pt. 2 of Games and Lectures but I ended up writing for this guy instead. Oops, teehee. Like 99.99999% of my fics, this started as a filthy, naughty thot that I sent to @slothspaghettiwrites​ many moons ago. Leave a comment or send an ask if you have any suggestions, ideas, constructive criticism, or just want to chat :) Kisses —K 

P.S. this is for you @tumblin-theworldaway

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“FUCK YOU, LANCE!” 

You shouted at the top of your lungs, your throat a bit sore from the near half hour of arguing. You’d just about had it, and so had he. All the yelling and shouting and name-calling that was so common between you and Lance always ended with both of you red faced and fuming. 

Today was no different. The gym was empty, everyone had cleared out once they heard your voices shouting from the office. You can’t even remember what you were fighting about anymore, you just knew that Lance Tucker was the bane of your existence and that you did not plan on losing this argument anytime soon. 

“You’d have to get in line, Sweetheart,” he said with his signature smirk. 

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, “oh, I’m pretty sure it’d be short line,” your tone spiteful and harsh. 

He laughed dryly, scratching his cheek while looking you up and down, a new wave of anger rising in his icy blue irises. It wasn’t until then that you noticed just how close he was standing. Your head tilting back to look up into his fiery eyes with your own anger. His chest was heaving up and down as he cornered you against the desk, labored breaths matching your own. 

“You can be such a fucking bitch, you know that?” His voice strained as he whispered. You fought the urge to glance at his plush lips but failed horribly.

“I fucking hate you,” you whispered when your eyes met his again, eyes blown wide in lust. 

A growl rumbled in his chest as he smashed his lips against your own. The kiss was all teeth and tongue, another way of fighting. You feel one of his large hands grip the back of your neck, the firm hold pulls a subtle whimper from the back of your throat. Lance doesn’t even try to hide the smirk spreading across his lips the second you respond to him. Every fiber in your being telling you to let him take over, but your mind screams at you to fight back. 

Your hands move up his chest, taking a moment to appreciate the firm muscled under his warm up jacket, then sliding one through his hair. A deep groan leaves him when you suddenly drag your nails across his scalp, tugging harshly at his hair, making his head tilt back. 

“Ohhhhhhh fuck, you bitch,” he growled at your smug face before ducking his head into your neck to bite your tender flesh harshly. 

“Fuck!” you yelp as his teeth sink into your skin, his tongue quickly soothing over the stinging flesh. The action causing you to roll your hips against his, the thick, hard bulge at the front of his thin warm up pants rubbing deliciously against your soaked core. More moans fall from your lips as he begins to grind into you, each noise you make going straight to his cock. He sucks bruise after bruise into the sensitive column of your throat, biting and nipping at the special spot that had you shivering against him. 

Suddenly, he pulls back, leaving you confused. Lance swipes everything from the desk in one quick motion, and hauls you up to lay back on the now bare desk.

“Are you gonna be a good little slut and let me fuck you, baby?” he taunts. 

You scowl at his words, wanting to tell him you’d rather die but the heat and throbbing between your legs tell a different story. A strong hand gripping your jaw in a firm hold, forcing you to look up at him, his face had the same smug expression that made you want to slap it off of him, “Hm?” 

His firm body pressing into yours, pinning your form against the hardwood of the desk. You tear his hand away and grip the collar if his shirt, pulling his face into yours. 

“You better watch your fucking mouth. Now, fuck me or fuck off, Tucker,” you seethe through clenched teeth. 

He makes quick getting rid of your leggings, neither of you bothering to care about the mess around you. All the fights and shouting matches coming to mind; the throbbing in between your legs when he’d lick his dry lips after screaming at you, the wet patch on your panties when he’d grip your arm when things got especially tense. Your hand falls to the front of his pants, gripping the outline of his hard on harshly. 

“A-aah, fuck,” he ruts into your hand, tossing your pants haphazardly behind him. He reattaches his lips to yours roughly, seemingly trying to suck all the air from your lungs. Your hand sneaks under the waistband of his pants, wrapping around his bare cock, making Lance shiver and fuck into your hand. 

“Aww, you’ve been trying to hide this pretty cock from me, haven’t you, Lance?” you whisper into his open mouth, taunting him in the same tone of voice he used on you, your eyes trained on his dick. 

It was flushed with need, the nearly red tip weeping pearly drops of pre-cum into your palm, thick and the perfect length; absolutely gorgeous. Your hand stroked his length in quick tugs, his eyes falling shut, head tilting back ever so slightly. You took this opportunity to mouth at his neck, giving him a matching love bite over his pulse point. 

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