#k maybe im more blue than I thought I was

[raventhekittycat]

how can I tell im home sick? had a fucking dream about making a turkey sandwich. there was like a nice charcuterie board and spreads and part of it was like think cuts of turkey from a roast as well as breads and my thought in the dream was "finally I can make a good turkey sandwich"

[sahrii]

the echo of water’s touch — akaashi keiji

synopsis ! in which she likes him but thinks the feelings are unrequited and he likes her but thinks he’s always the second choice.

pairings ! akaashi Keiji x fem!reader

warnings ! angst to comfort, crying, misunderstanding or miscommunication?? friends to lovers kind of, idk what else i think that’s it..

word count ! 1.4k words

It was a hushed night. Yet another night where she had to spend the night at his place because of a small squabble with her boyfriend. Or ex-boyfriend. Or whatever he was now. And this wasn’t new, much to akaashi’s dismay, it was the norm.

For quite a while, akaashi tried convincing himself that it’s okay. He’ll get over her, finish his degree, eventually find love and end up in a small, cosy house, decorated with giggles and the smell of cinnamon and coffee. For a while, he thought he’s going to be okay with being her second choice, for being there when she’s hurt, for watching her cry over a man who’s not worth a penny. For a while, he thought being friends with her was as good as it will get, and that it was always how it's supposed to be. 

But after a while, his thoughts were being nibbled at by other feelings, as if the ocean was chucking rocks at the wall akaashi built, eroding it and letting the water seep in. and this water, as it collided with his crisped walls, made a sound. A sound that told akaashi to stop lying to himself. To stop convincing himself that he’ll be okay, to stop accepting the fact that he’s a second choice. And the cracks in the wall grew bigger. And bigger. And bigger. Till the wall disappeared, and all that’s left was the water and its soft hum.

She was huddled on the couch in a blanket that smelled like him, a hint of coffee and caramel tickling her nostrils. He phone was in her hand as she stared at the messages she sent to her so-called boyfriend and all that could be heard was her feeble sniffles. 

she honestly couldn’t tell why she was crying herself. Is it her boyfriend, or the man currently sitting next to her. Is it the fact that she is just beginning to accept the fact that she’ll probably never end up getting over him or is it the fact that her boyfriend is probably out there getting drunk with some girls while she’s sat crying here. Is it the fact that the chances of her encountering a man who smells like coffee beans on a Monday morning, who has ink-black hair and eyes with the blue of a dark night lit up by stars, who holds her when she cries and smiles to her when she’s happy, are near to impossible. She just can’t tell, or rather, she just doesn’t want to know. 

However, her thoughts were muddled when he spoke up. 

“I cant do this,” he whispered. And the whisper was so full of heartache and despondency, and she just wanted to kiss him so bad, but she didn’t. she couldn’t.

Her eyes snapped from her phone to his eyes. His blue, blue eyes that told a story of sorrow and anguish. His eyes are screaming at her, please give me a chance, I will treat you better. Please forget about him, I have been here. I have been waiting for you. Please. 

“you can’t do what?” she breathed, voice trembling with confusion.

“this—this whole thing. I can’t have you come here every time he does something. I cant see you suffering because of a stupid guy that can’t see what he has. Im tired, and maybe im selfish as well—but—” he stopped to take a breath and shut his eyes. And she stopped breathing. 

“im sorry. I can’t take this anymore.” He continued, his gaze avoiding hers while she stared at him like he just killed the last bit of life she had. 

“what—what are you trying to say?” her voice cracked, and his heart squeezed. 

“im sorry,” he apologised again, and met her eyes. His heart squeezed yet again. “I think we should just—I don’t know.” He shook his head.

“stop being friends?” she croaked. For a well-known reason to her, this hurt more than whatever things her boyfriend did to her over the past year. It felt like there was one-hundred knives simultaneously stabbing her already broken heart. The heart that had pieces lopsidedly glued together to stop it from bleeding more, but that glue seemed to wear off and her heart shattered into a million more pieces right then.

“no—that’s not what I wanted to say—” he wanted to elaborate more but the tears skating down her cheeks stopped him. These tears sealed his lips shut and took his voice away. These tears grappled his heart, and he felt so suffocated. He felt like he wanted to grab his own heart and throw it out the balcony.

“then tell me what,” she sniffled as she attempted to wipe her tears away, but to no avail as they just kept coming out. 

He debated whether he should tell her or not. Maybe the friendship was already wrecked by now, so a confession won’t make things worse. He heard the sing of the water yet again. It was telling him: do it. Do it and put your heart to rest. And then he felt the warmth of the water flood his whole body.

“I like you,” he muttered, and her world stopped. her senses were tickled and the small hairs on her arms stood up. And her insides were inverted, and the embodiment of chaos was swimming in her blood. 

“you—what?” her brows knotted together and her cheeks flushed. It was quite incomprehensible. All the years she spent trying to find someone to help her move from the man she loved with every platelet in her blood. All the pain she endured. All the times she physically felt a piece of her heart snap and shatter, that all seemed like nothing.

“I like you. I’ve been in love with you for god knows how long so please, please let me move on,” he rasped out. He seemed sad. He never wanted to admit this, he never thought he would. His jaw was tense, it was so tense it looked like he’s going to break it at any given second.

“I like you,” she replied back as she sniffled. Simple, but enough to make his heart palpitate in his stomach. 

“I’m not messing around—”

“I like you, Keiji. I have always liked you,” the soft hum of her voice caressed his senses. He wanted to store this moment in a bottle of wine and get drunk with it every single night, every single hour, every single minute. He wished he could. 

“I don’t get this. How do you like me back when you’ve spent years of dating random, might I add shitty, guys?” confusion was a good word to describe how he was feeling. Confused, puzzled, and every other connotation to ever exist. Yet he couldn’t deny the fact that his body probably released every single happiness hormone, and he might be hormone deficient now. But its okay, he thought. As long as I have her, I don’t need anything else, he thought. 

“because im stupid and I wanted to find someone to get over you,” her breaths were controlled and eyes less sad than before. 

And he had a smile on his face. It was a smile that resembled the sun spreading it’s light across the surface of the ocean. That resembled the soft hum of the ocean heard inside a shell peppered with the colour blue. 

“you might be just a bit stupid,” the happiness seemed to be entangled with his voice. And she smiled too, partially because she is happy and mostly because he did. 

And the rest of the night was filled with bubbles of memories, floating up to the surface like the fizz in a glass of sparkling water. 

Akaashi was happy. He was grateful for the water that broke down his wall; that screamed at him. Because he gets to live his days from now on listening to the thrum of her voice telling him about her day, and perhaps, in the far future, living in the small cozy house he dreamt of, decorated by giggles, the smell of coffee and cinnamon, and the hum of her breaths.

And she was happy too, for she gets to swim in the blue of his eyes and play with the black of his hair as her heart starts to stitch its broken pieces together one last time, preparing to feel an immense amount of love it has never felt before.

[asamary]

The precious angel

(This is my first every story... ye)

As the flowers flow in the wind, the bright blue sky shine in the sky. There sat a person in a field filled with various flowers. They hum a tune as they make some flower crowns by themselves.

Alone, as they always were.

In their high school years, all of their school mate thought of them as weird, they had weird habits and would sometimes talk to themselves. Thats what the students say. But in their eyes, these weird habit is the only comfort they had in all their high school years. Arranging even the slightest mess in their table, or suddenly tapping their fingers.

When the other students see them talking to themselves, it's actually them talking to some frogs they suddenly found.

Their high school years were never bright, but not to dull ether. Yet they wished it could have been more fun. Wished they could had made friends to not worry their grandmother too much.

As their grandmother said once, they were a very talented child. Was good at any instruments they held, creative in painting, loved to cook and bake. Even knitted a pile of plushies for their grandma. Of course there were some they found they were bad at too, sports to be exacts, was never good at soccer. And was slow to answering questing in their class, had a hard time having a conversation while looking to one's eyes, Yet even with their anxiousness, they tried. They truly tried.

But as their high school ends, they wanted to forget all of that, start a new, even when it's a bit late now..

So here in these flower field, where the wind blew the flowers away, as they sat holding the flower crowns they made.

A unexpected stranger suddenly came, one they never could have believed was real.

Angel's pov

"Such a pretty flower crown you have made!" A sudden voice spoke behind me, it made me jumped as i whip my head towards the person.

I was expecting a person, yet what came to view, i saw a red bear smiling widely at me. I was frozen in shocked, not just from my anxiety, but also from this unexpected encounter. But as minutes passed, as we stared awkwardly at each other, i answered "than-k you.." and it went back to the awkward silence.

The bear suddenly laughs heartily,as she sat down beside me. "Haha!! I must have surprised you too much! I know humans are not used to seeing beings like me." She said as she watched the flowers flowed through the wind."I'm.. not actually allowed to be here, our sa-.. our mayor doesn't allow certain residents from going out, but for so long i have always wanted to wander outside of our town!! And and .... oh, I'm rambling."she scratched her cheek as she looked at me"you might think I'm more weird now heh...""no!!" I suddenly shouted, it startled her as she looked at me from my sudden outburst. "I..i meant, you're not weird.. I'm just, surprise is all." I looked away as i messed with my fingers. "Im.. I'm not used to talking is all, i tend to be alone most of my time, except when I'm home. I.. i live With my grandmother is all"

I begun, she listed as she smiled at our little conversation. Then she begun to tell stories of their town, saying how everyone is very unique.for hours we talked, and i begun to open up a bit. I never would have thought that i could make a friend again.

But to think that this friend is unlike the others i once had,it brings me hope, that maybe this friendship will last longer.

Time skip~

"Oh my! Was your granma ok then?!" "She was ok, she might be old but she sure is very strong!!" We laughed for a while as i wiped the tears on my face.

We sat there, laughter dying, i suddenly stood up as she watched me put one of the flower crown on her head. "I now dubbed thee, the queen of this flower field!" I snickers as i bowed down jokingly. i held my hand for her to take, She snickers as she stood up, taking my hand. We laughed as she begun to drag me around the flower field.

As we played around, we begun to dance all of a sudden. Me having two left feet was clumsy, and stumbled a lot, Yet she held me as we both danced around the flower field. It went for hours until we both became tired, falling back to the flowers as we huffed in exhaustion.

We layed there, she laugh again and suddenly engulfed me in a bear hug. "It's been so long since i had this much fun with someone... my roommates barely give me any attention anymore." She puffed her cheeks as she continued. "they seem to be always busy now days, I'll only meet them in the morning and at night now... and at week ends their barley home!!" She cried out as she buried her head to my neck.

The close contact shocked me, but i pat her head as i Asked."well, what does your roommates do?"

She answered "well, dogday is always in the school with the miss daisys and the children, bubba was been busy teaching the growing kids about adult stuffs, picky is always in the bakery ether cooking for just baking sweets, crafty had been in the library with bubba but is painting most of the time, and hoppy, kickn and catnap had been aways for sometime a while now.....it was our mayors orders...." she said, as she mumbled the last part. "How about you?" I asked. Patting her head, still a bit uncomfortable by the closeness. "I walk around town from time to time.. have little chats with the other residents of the town.... but I'm always at home, cleaning after them... sometimes we gather together in special school events.. i always yearn for those days... those are the time we all work together... am i too clingy?" She suddenly asked. I stayed quiet for a while.

i would think she was, but i could also see she is just worried about her roommates, afraid if something bad suddenly happened to them. Afraid to be left alone..

So i held her closer and answered"you are clingy. but, i could understand that you are afraid to be alone..i don't quite know what happened to you to become clingy, but I'm not annoyed by it." I smiled as i continued to hold her"we both might have just met hours ago, but it feels as if we both knew each other for a longer time,I'm so happy to meet someone so unique as you are!" I smiled as i hugged her back.

She stayed quiet for a while, before she hugged back tightly. It stayed like this for a while until my phone suddenly rang. I jumped from the loud noice, as i took out my Nokia phone. "Y/N!!! ITS NOW 4PM!! WHERE ARE YOU YOUNG MAN!!" The small device shouted as i held it far away from me. "I-I'm sorry grandma!! I didn't notice.. i . .. " i looked at the bear beside me, and answered "i was with a friend..." "WELL YOUNG LA- oh... a friend? Well, i guess you and your friend could hang out a bit, but i want you home at 6!! Do you hear me girl??" "Yes grandma.. i heard you."i answered as i heard the bear laughing quietly in the back "well then, tell your friend i said hello and they better be nice to you!!" As she suddenly end the call.

I looked at the bear as she burst into laughter,"your grandma sure is full of energy!! Such a loud voice, i think i could have heard her from a mile away!!" I pout at her as she continued to laugh.

As her laughter died, she touched my cheek and said."to have such a caring grandmother, how envious.." i looked at her and spoke"but to suddenly meet a future forever friend, i think even grandma will love you like she does to me..." i smiled as i held her paw on my cheek.

She stared at me quietly, til she said.."aren't you such a precious angel...."

Before i could asked what she meant, a new voice suddenly join.

"BOBBY WHERE ARE YOU!!??" Startled by the new voice, she looked at her back to the forest she came out of, she hesitated before saying."my name is bobby! And if you wish to hang out some more, we can meet here again!!" She said smiling as she stood up. "It seems my roommates had found me heh,they're going to lecture me..again... but!! I don't regret it today!! Because, i found you!!"she said, as she held me up like simba. I limp there, not knowing what to do.

"BOBBY??!!" Another new voice shouted.

"I'll meet you again then, angel❤︎" as she hugged me one last time, before setting me down, and going to where the voices are heard. I stood there, not knowing what to do. "I forgot to tell my name....."

That was the last thing i mumbled, as i heard the voices coming to a stop.

I looked at the setting sun as i thought, 'time to go home then' i smiled, as the thought of meeting my new friend again filled me with joy.

(We thank you for reading, we hoped you liked it!!)

Art by ant baby(me:))

Story by feathered idiot

[slytherinshua]

hi it's me again! hope ur day's been good, wasn't going to send more asks for a while since the last one but since you were asking for more soft thoughts AND make it magical this time, i had to 😣 thought of being like a village person who is very adamant that fairies exist and while strolling thru the field one day you just find yushi/sunoo laying there and surrounded by flowers and even tho u don't k anything abt him u make it ur thorough mission to accuse him of being a fairy and he's SOO mad at this bcuz not only were u rlly cute about it but he also was a fairy and he's not about to reveal himself bcuz he thinks ur cute 😭😭

SKDJKS STOP GOODBYE THIS IDEA IS SOOOO FUCKING CUTE??? okok i'm gonna do yushi bcuz i love yushi but this is also reminding me of my jaehee fic im writing lmfao cause he is a fairy in that as well although its a stardew valley au not magical BUT YUSHI AS A FAIRY!! wc: 1k. genre/warnings: fairy au. reader is very excitable. not proofread and soft thoughts so it's very very messy be warned this is really just a jumble of thoughts.

fairies were always shrouded in secrecy, especially in your village which was right next to a forest thought to be home to many magical creatures. the village leaders banned anyone from going into the forest due to its dangerous nature, but you've always wondered about it. there were a few books on fairies, but all the information in them was unconfirmed and more speculation than fact. some even swore that fairies were completely made up and didn't exist in the real world, but you always liked to imagine that they did, and maybe they even lived among you.

so, ever since you were little, you started to imagine your own version of what fairies would be like. of course, they would be breathtakingly beautiful and gentle. they would have magical powers and glitter in the sunlight. their presence would be so harmonious and lovely that even butterflies would flock to their side. maybe they could grow flowers with the touch of a finger or could fly around with butterfly like wings? your imagination was truly endless, especially when you were little. but once you got to schooling age, you started to get made fun of for your obsession with the mythical creatures.

although you insisted that they were real, your classmates just laughed at the idea, telling you to not kid yourself with fictional fantasies. but no one was ever able to truly shut you up about the idea. you still daydreamed about fairies unabashedly, no matter what anyone else thought about them. to you, they were real.

after an annoying encounter with a guy in the village who seemed adamant on winning you over, you decided to take a stroll through the flower field to clear your head. cursing the guy under your breath wasn't helping as much as you would've liked. not only was he ugly, and full of himself, he was also downright rude. you definitely weren't going to let him sour the entire rest of your day.

pink, blue, and yellow flowers were blooming all over the field. butterflies and bees buzzed around happily, caring to the sweet-smelling blossoms. you saw that the butterflies seemed to keep flying to one particular spot in the field. it piqued your curiosity, so you made your way over to that part.

immediately, your fantasies about fairies came flooding back to your brain the second you saw the boy lying on the ground. his ginger hair lay over his forehead perfectly, and light freckles adorned his pink cheeks. he was simply beautiful. the second you saw him, your breath was completely taken away. you were sure that if fairies existed, he must be one of them.

"so you do really exist? you aren't just fantasy." a grin spread to your face as you mumbled under your breath. you had been trying to not disturb the sleeping boy, but his eyes flew open as the words left your mouth. maybe fairies had supernatural hearing?

the boy sat up hurriedly, "what? me?" he blinked in confusion, finger pointing back at himself in question. a butterfly landed on his hand and he gently swatted it away, face heating up in embarrassment.

he would've been upset at his nap getting interrupted, but one look at you and all annoyance dissipated. you were really pretty. as a fairy, he really should've been more worried about coming into contact with humans, but it was too late to think about that now. you had seen him, and it wasn't like a vanishing spell was going to last long enough for him to get back to the forest. plus, there was no way you would suspect that he was a fairy. most people didn't even believe they existed nowadays. he was surely safe-

"you're a fairy, aren't you!?"

oh.

his eyebrows furrowed, "no. fairies aren't even real, why would you think that?" gaslighting was never his strong suit, but it was worth a shot either way, right?

"can you do any magic? can you grow flowers?" you didn't seem to have even heard his attempt at refuting you, as you were quick to throw a flurry of questions at him. what scared him the most was how accurate they were. how did you know so much about fairies?

"n-no, i said i wasn't-" he stuttered, interrupted by you shoving a flower in his face.

"try fixing it." you said simply before pulling off some of the flower petals. yushi's heart clenched slightly at the sight. he so badly wanted to reach out and repair it. the poor flower didn't deserve to die. but that would mean outing himself. the risk wasn't worth it.

you sighed as the boy just stared at you blankly, "so you really aren't a fairy? then why do you look like one?" you sat down on the grass with him, arms crossed over your chest in annoyance.

"how do you know what fairies look like? have you ever seen one?"

"well... no." you huffed in exasperation. he was right. "but you look exactly how one would expect fairies to look like! even butterflies can't stay away from you."

it was frankly unfair at how adorable you sounded trying to justify it, especially since yushi knew you were entirely right in your assumption. he could already imagine the look of pure joy and astonishment that would bloom on your face if you heard that he really was a fairy as you suspected.

would it really be so bad to reveal himself?

"what's your name, by the way? i'm y/n."

yushi thought for a second, weighing his options. he could tell you his name and that he was a fairy. he could tell you his name and leave you questioning whether he was a fairy of not. or, he could try to find a way out of the conversation altogether. he rather hated the last option. deciding that the second option was both the safest, and left him plenty of options, he went with it.

"...i'm yushi."

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[teenageyouthwitch]

Chapter one of the new series I'm writing called: Keeping secrets

Minors do not interact!!!!! 18+

Warnings: teen pregnancy, rough sex, p in v, fingering, unprotected sex, morning sickness, masterbation, horny teenager, kissing, hickies, punishing, use of 'Daddy', taking virginity, raw dogging, Daryl being kind of a pervert. Let me know if I missed anything

Word count: 2.k maybe more

Chapter one

when a small group of people lose a small child from an attack of walkers, one of them gets shot looking for her and is brought to my father's farm to get help, when their here I help out all I can, soon my father says they can stay here until Carl heals, so when they all move in Im a little sceptical at first but I soon relax when the girls start helping around more and talking to me and my sisters I start to like them, especially Carol because she lost her husband and now her daughter, and she's very kind, as the days go by they find the girl but she's already turned, after it has a strong affect on the group Daryl starts hunting more and spending time in his tent away from everyone on a hill.

I visit him to bring him food with little hidden treats under the towel in my basket, as the days grow colder and Lori announces her pregnancy my dad moves them into the house except Daryl doesn't move in, as another few days go by Daryl stops showing his face so I get a little worried and decide to go check on him, I walk out and over to his little separate camp and as I'm walking closer I heard soft whimpering and grunts coming from the tent, thinking he's hurt I quickly call out " Daryl are you alright you sound hurt do you want me get my dad? " But his grunts were so loud he didn't hear me, I'm about to open the tent door when I hear him moan out my name " oh nadeleine fuuuck I'm gonna cum. " I freeze in my place at the door confused and scared. After some time Daryl finishes and steps out of his tent almost stepping on my basket I left when I ran back to my room, as the days go by I start feeling daryls eyes on my body all day when I'm around, It feels wrong but oh so good to have a boy watching me... masterbating because of me, it doesn't even bother me that he's old enough to be my father, him being just under 30 and I'm 20 it's a 10 year age difference but I could care less, I'm a desperate teen girl, I've been the innocent virgin girl for so long I just want to get laid, I've thought about touching myself but even that seemed wrong before I knew Daryl.

One day while I'm out by myself In the stables I hear the door open as I'm grooming salmon, " hey Beth can you grab the brush from my bucket for me?' I call out thinking it's beth come to help me, she's just a few years older than me, I'm 18 she's 20 and Maggie is 25. But when Daryl comes into view around the stable door I freeze in what I was doing, my cheeks burn red from memories of what I found him doing a few nights ago. " Ya got a problem with spying on people when they wanna be alone? " His voice rings out thick with his southern accent that makes me squeeze my thighs together " n-no sir. " I say my voice is soft yet shaky , I swallow hard as he starts walking closer " ain't your papa ever taught you not to spy on people?" He asks standing three feet from where I am " I....I'm sorry sir I ...I just wanted to bring you some food..I didn't mean to hear anything " I say honestly as my soft blue eyes meet his rough blue eyes, he takes a step forward and I want so much to step away but , I'm so curious to see what he'll do when he's right in front of me, minutes later he's looming over her my petite body I feel like a small butterfly next to a giant hungry hawk any wrong move and I'll get my head eaten. He's so close I can feel his hot breath fanning against my neck and ear. " If I catch ya snoopin' again I'ma have to punish ya" he says walking away leaving me high and dry, breathing heavily and my cheeks still ablaze, I feel wet but I'm confused why, when he didn't even touch me, can someone orgasm from just being talked to? Is it possible I want to catch him in the act again so I can get punished? No no no this is wrong to think I tell myself but my brain won't listen to me and keeps coming up with more crazy stuff about all the ways id love him to fill me up.

I keep daydreaming until I hear Beth's voice " you daydreaming over there or something?" I snap out of it and look at her " dinners almost ready, Dad wants you to ask Daryl to come to dinner" beth says and leaves , once I think about what she just said I can't help but squeeze my thighs together as I walk to Daryls tent, there's no strange noises so I think it's clear so I don't think to call out, but as I get closer I hear the same soft grunts coming from his tent ' Jesus Christ how many times a day does this man masterbate? ' I ask myself as I call out to him " hey Daryl? " There's silence then some shuffling then his tent slowly unzips, I almost faint when he steps out half naked, his pants are sloppily zipped back up and I can see the white stains on his jeans but he's topless, as in no shirt on this fine mans body, I don't even notice I've been staring for the past five minutes until he moves his hand in front of my face and I snap out of it " oh sorry uhhh my dad wants you to come to the house for dinner tonight" I say softly " no thanks already ate " he responds but I'm not giving up that easily " please, he really wants you there and it'll be a good change from whatever you eat out here alone"  he stops halfway back in his tent and looks back at me. " What did I say would happen if you came snoppin' around my tent again? " I....ummm you....you said you would p.... punish me ." I respond, my thighs squeeze together. " Get in the tent " ....I don't think that's a good idea I should go get cleaned up for dinner... He cuts me off by lunging forward and grabbing me I try to scream but his hand over my mouth stops me. He drags me into his tent and throws me on his make shift bed which Is just a sleeping bag with a pillow and plaid blanket, I start to feel sorry for him but am dragging from my thoughts when his body falls over mine I gasp out my breathing heavy and labored. " What's wrong sweetheart, cat got your tongue?" He jokes as he leans down and leaves open mouth kisses all down my neck I can't help but moan out in pleasure as I disparately beg for more not having a clue what I'm getting into. " Shhhh sweetheart, let Daddy take care of you okay?" He acts so differently from his gruff rough personality.

I gulp and nod my head, he slowly starts to take off my clothes, first my shoes then my shirt followed by my jeans. His head moved down kissing my stomach as I grab ahold of anything in reach that being his hair, he grunts into the kiss as he roughly pulls me up and unclasps my white lace bra, my boobs bounce as they fall out and lay on my chest, he stops his kissing and just looks at them, I think he might be broken so I wave my hand in front of him and then he just leans down and starts sucking on one roughly the gasp that leaves my lips quickly turns into a moan as he plays with my nibble on the other one. " Fuuuck daddy please....need you so bad." I whine making him stop and slowly start to remove my panties, I lift up my hips and he slides them off, a cold rush of wind from outside meets my core and I shiver. " Yeah?.... You want daddy to take care of you? mhmm you want daddy make you feel good?....ya gonna beg for Daddy's thick cock to fill up this pretty pussy? " He asks and my eyes roll back as I try grinding my hips up against his bulge through his pants but it's not enough. " Come here, let Daddy help you." He says as he sits up and unzips his jeans and reaching in pulls out his hard, dripping member. My eyes widen at the size and color of the tip, my guess would be somewhere around 8 inches with an angry dark pink tip dripping precum, I feel so tiny when I look at it. " Just lay back and relax for Daddy okay?" He soothes pushing my back gently down onto his bed, I obediently lay down and stare up at the ceiling, my hands falling from his hair. " You think you're ready sweetheart?" He asks lining himself up. I slowly nod my head and almost cum right then when he pushed in inch by agonizing inch.

I cry out in pain and pleasure, he covers my mouths and shoves in with one last they thrust, I almost pass out but he slaps my cheek a few times and I'm good to go. He smiles a rare sight for him as he looks down to where we connect, he gently presses down on my stomach bulge. I whine and try moving my hips to his but he grabs my hips roughly making it impossible to move. " Please daddy......want you to fill me.....fill me up " I whimper as he starts slowly pulling out already white from my first release. As he slowly  pushes back in I roll my eyes back and spread my legs further, he leans up and over me " you're doing so good for Daddy" he says softly as he leans down and meets my lips in a passionate kiss. While he's kissing me he starts moving his hips back and forth I whine and whimper the first few times until I'm full and can't stop gasping and moaning. After a few minutes it's clear his orgasm is coming closer than he'd like , I've already orgasmed twice from him and this man is still working on one. " Mmmmm.....fuuuck sweetheart...you take Daddy's cock so good."  I whine in response as his orgasm washes over him and his thrusting picks up the pace he slides in and pulls out then slides back in and back out his pace never slows even when fresh tears are pouring down my face from the pain and pleasure. He's going so fast anyone coming to find us would hear us . Wet slapping sounds fill the air as our skin slams against each other, as his pace keeps getting faster I moan out and he thrusts in so deep I swear I felt him everywhere in my body. I cry out as he keeps thrusting harder. " Come on girl.. ughh yeah cum....cum for Daddy you can do it again."  * His hips snap against mine a few times and my eyes shut tightly closed. His hips keep moving even after he's cum. He slowly pulls out then pushes back in and does this a couple times agonizingly slow. He picks up the pace and starts fucking his seed back inside of me.

After a few minutes he pulls out and sticks his pointer and middle finger inside of me making me squeeze around them. After a short period of time he pulls them out dripping in white stuff. He slowly licks them clean then starts rubbing his dick clean, but because he's already sensitive he feels another wave coming. " Come here sweetheart. Open your mouth for Daddy." I do as I'm told as he keeps fisting himself I open my mouth and close my eyes for one second and I gag as the head of his dick brushes the back of my throat and then coats it with his seed. I shut my mouth after he pulls out . I sit there slightly confused as he starts to run all the extra cum off his cock when he looks back up at me he sees my cheeks still full " swallow" he commands and I do every last drop even licking my lips clean. He then rubs his sticky fingers over my lips and I open the eagerly. He pushes them in and I starts cleaning them . He groans as he pulls them out and leans down kissing me tasting our juices on my lips. As he pulls away I fall back on the bed half conscious as he starts dressing me back into my clothes. " Come on sweetheart let's go get you something other than my cum in your belly." He says pulling me up and helping my weak legs back to the farmhouse for dinner which is just being set on the table as we walk in. Daryl sets me down and sits down next to me. As we all dig in to eat Shane and Rick keep giving him weird glances. Daryl pays them no mind as his hand rests on my thigh. Little did I know that while he was dressing me he didn't put on my panties so he could use them when I wasn't around.

This also means as he reaches his hands between my legs his doesn't have to fight around my panties he can just slide his fingers right in. I take a sip of water and almost start choking when he curls them inside me. I try not making any noise by biting my lip until it bleeds. After dinner and everything is cleaned up Lori suggests Daryl stay inside tonight so he doesn't go out in the cold and after some persuading he agrees. As everyone finds their spot in the living room or spare bedroom we all go to bed, I head upstairs into my room which Daryl says he has to use the bathroom. As I walk into my bedroom I close the door and start to get into my pajamas.

When I'm about to get into bed there's a soft knock on my door, I stand up slip on my light pink soft slippers and walk to the door. I open the door and Daryl pushes his way in. I'm about to gasp when he blocks it with his lips on mine. I melt into the kiss, he slowly pulls away and starts kissing down my neck. He slowly grips my hips and starts guiding me towards my bed, I fall back as he climbs over me and starts kissing down my collar bone. " Daryl.....fuck.... please don't stop." I beg as I run my smooth hands into his greasy dirty blonde hair. Daryl growls into my neck as he starts sucking and leaving behind love bites I moan out every time his teeth meet my skin. Daryl starts removing my I put my hands up so he can pull it over my head, as soon as he discards of my shirt he moves his head down and starts licking and open-mouthed kissing along my stomach I moan and subconsciously wrap my legs around his torso. Daryl let's out a grunt as his hips starts grinding into my hips. I arch my back and grab a fist full of his hair as he starts removing my pajama shorts, there's a knock on my door and Daryl quickly climbs off my body and hides under my bed, I walk to the door and open it Maggie is standing there, " I heard some noises are you alright?" She asks " yeah I'm good I was just changing into my pj's and I stubbed my toe on the dresser." I answer and she just nods not fully believing me, " alright well anyway have you seen Daryl?" " Ummm yeah he couldn't get comfortable so he left back to his camp" I answer her she just nods and after saying goodnight she walks away and I close the door exhaling in relief as Daryl climbs out from under the bed. Daryl walks over and brushes a strand of my hair out the my face and kisses my forehead; " I think you've had enough fun tonight. I'm gonna go see if I can get some rest behind tomorrow's supply run." He says kissing my neck then back up to my jaw then my mouth, it's hungry and full of held back desire. I moan into the kiss but he pulls away far sooner than I wanted and I whine out with a pout on my lips He kisses me once again then leaves out my window and off to his small set up camp.

Thank you all for all the support

Chapter two coming soon

[aaternum]

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Send me a '✉' for five times my muse didn't text yours, and one time they did.

[ 📩 sms : from ryu ] drafted @ 0:01:47 AM: o k  im not say ngb i drunk. but i feel like u said u were nerby here and i don't wann go home. can i com by? plssssse?  (message in trash. retrieve?)

[ 📩 sms: from ryu ] drafted @ 0:15:52 PM: hey! i just got out of work and i was thinking abt messaging you all day. we brought in new art to the gallery and i kept looking back to this one piece bc it was blue. it was so familiar. like i've seen it before! and i realized its just like the color of your eyes. but i dont know how to describe that color. its just uniquely yours.i really wanna show it to you, so i can make you stand next to it and compare. 😈 when are you free to come by? (message in trash. retrieve?)

[ 📩 sms : from ryu ] drafted @ 0:03:12 AM: hey, i know you just dropped me off like less than an hour ago and you’re probably asleep but i can’t stop thinking about something i said to you.  i’m about 97.2%  pretty sure you didn’t hear me when i was on your bike. i’m still getting used to being louder with the helmet on. and maybe i shouldn’t even send this over text because thats weird but ■■■■■■■ (this message contains unrecoverable characters. message in trash. retrieve?)

[ 📩 sms : from ryu ] drafted @ 0:00:17 AM: i wish i understood you more. i know i’m just scratching the surface of you. or maybe not at all. kind of feels like i get small glimpses, but i still feel like i’m an arms length away even when i’m standing right next to you. but i really enjoy spending time with you and i’m hoping you’ll stick around long enough to let me in. (message in trash. retrieve?)

[ 📩 sms : from ryu ] drafted @ 0:12:22 PM : hey, i was thinking about you today and i have a crazy idea. hear me out❗️🧐 WHAT IF .. you took a day off and didn’t work an insane amount of hours so you can come over and hang out with me today? i like having you over, even when your quiet, the company is nice. (message in trash. retrieve?)

[ 📩 sms: from ryu ] 0:08:30 AM:  i will no longer be texting you because you take 3-5 business days to get back to me when the thought is already gone. OR you call me like an old person would when all i wanted to was share my little itty thoughts with you! 👴 so now you’re getting video calls from now on. and you HAVE to answer. yes. this is a punishment. 💖 ( message sent! )

[screampied]

HEYOOOO VAYGUS IT HAS BEEN A WHILLLEEEEEE I HAVE SO MUCH THINGS TO SAY TO YOU!!

FIRST HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO SQUIRTQUEEN , WISH YA THE BEST🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 SECONDLY MERRY BELATED CHRISTMAS 🎅 HOPE YOU GOT A GOOD TIME WITH YOUR FRIENDS YOUR FAM OR EVEN ALONE 💗💗💗 WHAT DID YOU GET 💌💌?? THIRDLY I GOTTA UPDATE YOU IN MY LIFE THERE HAS BEEN HAPPENING SO MUCH !!!!

but first I’ll answer to our last time we talked :are you still into song writing ? bc I kinda gave up ngl…I centered myself more on writing stories bc JHECIUEUEOCJ I love writing 🫂🫂 talking bout that the ‘birthing hips’ fic was sooooo goood I love when reader is smexay like that with stamina it’s so attractive urgh…

Awe also talked a bit about K-pop and our bias from enha and my bias is Sunoo too unless sunghoon is my bias too and niki is my ult… but I can choose so I guess after niki I’m an ot6 I can’t choose for the love of God…have you seen the drama with jungwon recently??? k and c-engenes be hating on everything fr. And about ATEEZ HIHIHIHIIHHIHII GUESSE WHAT I BOUGHT 2DAY!!!! THEIR ALBUM NICHSKHEOHOHF and I got 2 pcs of Mingi, one of yeosang and one of jongho <<333 I also got a mini mingi poster I swear the album I bought was mingi centered or smth… ahhh I’m so happay I ALSO LOVE THE LESSERAFIM THEME YOU NEVER MISS!!

and about my college life 🤗 I’m on vacations rn and let me tell you I kinda miss it.. I love the vibe, my friends I mean idk why but I love my life in college but I’m so happy about it bc remember how I was scared shitless months ago about not being able to make friends and all.. i finally feel safe in a workplace I’m so grateful fr. And I never have a dull moment, it’s fun, and my friends recently got on a double date and bagged their crush 🤭🤭🤭

ANYWAY I talked about my self sm how are you doing ? How’s been your life recently I wanna know :33 tell me about cool things that happened to you vayvayavyavayvayavay

BYE BYE VAYGOUSE IM SO HAPPY I TALKED WITH YOU AFTER A LONG TIME, KISS HAVE A GOOD DAY NIGHTS AND DREAMS 💓💓💓

-🌟

STARRRR MY LOVE :PPPPP

thank u sm 🥹🥹🥹. you are the sweetest. merry christmas to you too! mine went alright, yesterday i visited my grandmummy n we watched this christmas movie called ‘red one’ with chris evans n the rock. p interesting n she loved it heh.

where i’m from, our christmas is different because of culture n everything. we usually have festivals that attract lots of tourists and our presents / gifts are usually homemade. i got mostly some beautiful jewelry which was rare pearls. ofc christmas in my country is more commercial now. the lights all around were soooo pretty and we had a big dinner as well as celebrating my 22nd birthday heh. I HOPE UR CHRISTMAS WENT WELL TOO, BESTIE 🤞

sorta !!!!! songwriting is actually a lot harder than i thought haha. i honestly gave up halfway, i was writing this song about wtv came to my mind at the time. i should honestly go back to it bc it’s lowkey fun !! 💆‍♀️ speaking of, i’ve been searching online for a electric guitar since i alr play bass n i found the perfect one i think. she’s a sexy blue UGHHHHH im gonna be the next jimi hendrix ??

but that’s valid, it’s reeeeally hard n takes a lot of time n patience. time n patient that i clearly dont have 🕺 i get bored super fast so eh, maybe next time. it’s kind of like writing poems in a way, just more idk … melodic? it’s therapeutic for sure. AHHHH THANK YOU :< i’m glad u enjoyed that fic that means a lot heh.

ahh i don’t think i have seen the drama yet </3 i plan on it !!! also, have you seen alice in borderland? i’ve heard about it n i wanna watch that also, i have so many k-dramas to start n finish on its crazy 💔💔💔. ATEEEEEZ MY LOVES i miss them. ur so lucky :(( the mingi poster 🥹🥹 aww i wish it was a way for me to see it but i js know it’s so cute. and THANK YOUUUUU, LE SSERAFIM SUPREMACY MWAH

that’s good that ur enjoying the college life !!! my classes start again next month and im so 😩 thankfully, i have majority online but i gotta go in person for some. hopefully semester goes quiiiick. pretty soon its gonna be 2025 which is so crazy bc whaaaaat. good for you for making the best of college life !!! i’m so happy for you 💓. it can be nerve wracking at first, but you get the hang of it!

buuuut, im okay! i’ve still been writing on here in my spare time as you can see 🙂‍↕️ our community has grown sooooo much, i wanna plan something for you guys eventually after i update my current ongoing stuff first. life has been alright, im on winter break so no studying n stuff until jan. i recently went surfing which was cool !!!!

on the downside though, i think m getting sick 😞 my allergies are probably acting up, but it might just be bc its so cold in my house rn. after i finish my skin care im gonna see what’s up with my heat bc </3 LOVEEEEU, BISSOUS MY LUV 💋

[m1ckeyb3rry]

ITS OUT I have many things to say but lemme respond first….

first of all SHHSSH stop im blushing…always happy to provide tl services o7 @/i-am-so-strange you’re truly hyping me up too much thank you for your kind words shsgsjsh feel free to shout if there’s ever a piece of info you want too! I’ll keep you guys updated whenever i see new pwc content!! Speaking of there’s actually a new Karasu Rin interaction that I’ll slap here:

K: Ugh today was exhausting. If there were more mediocre people in Blue Lock practice’d it’d be easier to skip practice.

R: You’re so fucking noisy. If you wanna skip then just go skip at your own discretion, shitty crow.

K: I only said that because I was thinking of that sulky look ya had on her face during practice.

R: I didn’t ask you to look out for me. It’s not like there’s any fun or shit in practicing in the first place.

K: Motivation’s important y’know. Yer way of thinking’s unexpectedly mediocre.

R: So you’re not able to control your motivation unless you’ve got an opponent worth competing against. Lukewarm

K: Well when ya say it like that…In that case, I’ve gotta suggestion. Why don’t ya practice with me? Playing with extraordinaries gets me hyped up. And with me as your partner, I bet you’d have a bit of fun too…so how bout it? Don’t ya think it’s a win-win situation?

R: I’d never think playing with lukewarm small fries is fun. Get out of my sight. I don’t have the luxury to waste my time or effort on chatterboxes like you. *Rin leaves*

K: …Hah. Yer really not charming at all.

HAHA NO KEEP USING IT I love the head nod emoji…Lowk didn’t really see it used much before you first used it but now I’m hooked on the vibes it’s just so goofy

Ok anyways I just read the kiyora fic and it’s scrumptious>>>> I’ll put commentary at the bottom of this ask so it’s easier to read LOL

No because I can imagine yuki being a bit insecure of his eye condition and Chris just hyping him up shdhsdjs he would SO be the embarrassing uncle LMAO guys what is the oaeu doing….so many character thoughts who knew aiku would be the catalyst for this all

WAITT THAT JDEA IS GENIUS??? Nagi being the plus one aiku needs to drag to a double date but aiku doesn’t want to be outshone so he brings Nagi only for him to still get outshone LMAOOO and bringing in Reo and chigiri to be Nagi’s wingmen this idea is peak

I’m crying Kaiser exasperated at Nagi’s Fortnite gamer lingo I can imagine him ripping his rat tails out /hj pause this is actually too funny you’ve got me fully onboard the Nagi menace agenda the way he calmly pisses people off is way too entertaining “you remind me of Barou” I don’t get how you manage to perfectly embody characters like this is SO nagi maybe you should just come out and reveal yourself as kaneshiro atp

The yotd crossover idea is too dangerous…I agree def more aiku than otoya for jaeha! Also wait Kaiser as soowon…Shaggy gold hair Kaiser as soowon except maybe in this crossover his hair would actually look like it’s been brushed…..

I think you’re actually just kaneshiro it’s time for you to fess up!!! I love asshole Karasu LMAOOO it’s funny because in the game kiyora actually kinda feels less aggressive than Karasu based off some lines (I’m waiting to see more kiyora lines in case I’m proven wrong with this) but Karasu flat out yelling at the player has me in shambles LMAO

Omg HAHA just paste your face over kiyoras and bam we’ve got Mira in the bllkverse! Also I guess it was just fate miraeita was bound to happen no matter how hard you tried to resist at first

Ok now kiyora fic commentary:

Wtf you’re actually kaneshiro reading that made me feel like I was just reading the game lines…that was so spot on?? From the information we have on him rn at least you got his character down to a tee…as long as he’s not provoked he’s not actually that bad but once he is then you’re kinda fucked LMAO also that borderline comment when he talked about why he decided to side with y/n was way too in character…but wait actually on another note THE BEGINNING?? AND BRO IS WRITING FROM EXPERIENCE??? Omfg that’s actually so scary I’m glad you’re alive stay safe shsjsbdj but anyways kiyora taking her to his uncles restaurant was too cute…and the breaking the nose comment also really matches his character it’s a little scary how accurate this all feels

But especially after seeing his interactions with Bachira and otoya he definitely seems like he has a cute chill side you basically just wrote his voicelines but in the miraverse

- Karasu anon

OUR TRANSLATING GOAT 😩 also LMAOOO the karasu vs rin beef omfg no wonder karasu picked the shidou system in pxg the difference between “nice shot karasu chan 😄” and “lukewarm small fry 😒” is CRAZYYY

no because the head nod emoji is one of those ones that you start using ironically but then all of a sudden it’s not ironic anymore LMAOAOA idk if that makes sense it does to me 🙂‍↕️

THE OAEU IDEAS JUST KEEP COMING okay i’m abt to post the masterlist post so people can vote on who they want to be written first (atm the characters are just listed in alphabetical order except aiku because he’s at the bottom) and rn the lineup is: barou, sae, karasu, reo, nagi, otoya, yukimiya, and aiku himself ofc!! some very diff tropes floating around there but all of them have aiku messing around somehow 😭 i added reo in there because otherwise it was just tabieitaken plus sae and nagi LMAOAOA can’t have toooo much favoritism but tbh i’m excited i’ve never written reo as a love interest before so i think it will be fun!! LMAOO no but reo and chigiri put in the WORK for nagi because they’re tired of him being chronically online meanwhile ubers dream team is reluctantly running interference for aiku so there’s like a whole ubers vs mancity feud going on too and aiku is trying to rizz up reader to prove he’s better than nagi because nagi is the lame friend he brought w him to avoid this situation but she literally only wants nagi HAHHA it will be crazy i’m so hype

kaneshiro possesses me whenever i answer asks/write its like i can hear him in my mind telling me what to say /j MENACE NAGI AGENDA YESSS i feel like having nagi as a fav is so uncommon nowadays so i am doing my best to spread the word 😓 to be fair most people do generally like him but there’s a lot of isagism…itoshi bros love…kaiserism…surprisingly i’ve seen a lot of karasu fans??? but that could be biased…nowadays it’s lowkey crazy there’s nobody but bllk tik tok dudebros who call nagi their top fav 😩 probably a combo of him not being in the manga much for so long and him falling off a bit (TEMPORARILY) plus other characters getting the time to shine that he had in first + second selection which is making everyone who used to have him as their fav abandon him (NOT me though…i remain loyal to my king 🤫)

YESSS it works so well and omg kaiser would never meet ness so he wouldn’t get the shitty haircut…iirc soowon also kinda has some weird parental issues in the manga based on spoilers i’ve seen (still haven’t read the manga i fear) so kaiser fits perfectly!! AND OMG CHIGIRI AS YUN THAT ONE DUDE WHO THINKS HE’S SUPER PRETTY AND KNOWS EVERYTHING SFKDJJS it’s too perfect wow

kiyora’s basically my twin already (at least in his s1 colors) so just genderbend me and there you go mira in the bllkverse 🤩 HAHAHA miraeita was inevitable…omg one of my mutuals was doing one of those match up events so i was like wait let me try this i want to know who they think i’m compatible with and i think?? i got a spot before they closed it?? hopefully so because lowkey whoever i get will be the male lead of my next long fic (unless it’s isagi or rin or smth then i’ll cry /j) imagine it’s otoya though tbh i’d laugh because that would be insane

OKAY WAIT THAT’S CRAZY THAT YOU SAY THAT BECAUSE I DECIDED NOT TO CHANGE ANYTHING AFTER YOU SENT YOUR ASK W THE TRANSLATIONS i had already finished the one shot the night before (technically it was early morning for me when you sent it but like i finished the one shot went to sleep and woke up to your ask ykwim) and i didn’t feel like changing it so i was just like wtvr 🤩 and yolo’d it so i’m glad you think he feels in character 🥹 literally just went off of his meager wiki info and the one scene of him w kaiser LMAOOA i think this qualifies me to be kaneshiro i basically predicted everything in my au oneshot fic before even knowing that he had pwc voice lines HAHA 😭 PLS the nose comment made me teehee when i wrote it it just felt exactly like smth he’d say 🙂‍↕️ and yeah i feel like kiyora is v different from like a karasu or even an otoya type of character where they’re trying to impress the girl they like (ex karasu taking fwtkac reader to the beachside restaurant and otoya buying $50 cupcakes for his bfb reader) he seems to me like if he really likes someone he’ll let them into his private life instead of being all showy??? so him taking her to his uncle’s restaurant was him kind of being like “look at this part of who i am — my uncle owns a roadside restaurant and i hate crowds so this is where our first date is going to be because i can’t handle anywhere else. are you okay with that” which in kiyoranese means “are you okay with ME” 😢 i actually really had fun writing the story surprisingly given how random he is and how little source material i had to work with like i rlly feel like i kinda cooked 🤔 it definitely was giving similar vibes to the instrument when i was writing but honestly that’s not a bad thing…when i pull up with the present tense + the “relationship dynamics many would consider…interesting…” combo that’s how yk things are abt to go crazy

YES BRO IT’S LITERALLY PERSONAL EXPERIENCE that’s not exactly how it happened (for one i was the best friend not the one getting yelled at and my own bff was the one coke guy was mad at because she asked a question abt his name) and the other guys at the party did NOT take our side sadly 😒 they also told us to get out because we were “being rude” which untrue it was literally their friend going crazy but honestly it was probably their way of doing damage control…not an excuse but wtvr 😟 one of them did mouth sorry to me as we were leaving but a) he def was just into me (we were talking a bit before his friend came) and therefore was sad because now he’ll never get a chance to rizz me up properly (he was not attractive though i fear i would’ve said no regardless) and b) idgaf if you mouth sorry at me that does nothing?? PUNCH THAT BITCH LIKE JIN KIYORA WOULD ‼️ luckily there was 0 violence that night and we were not chased out just yelled at repeatedly but had to dramatize it for the sake of the fic yk 🤩

[deepdarkconsumption]

★BE A BOSS: OBJECTIVE COMPLETED

General Content Warning for: Violence, blood, guns, knives, smoking, drugs, alcohol, wounds, fire, possible body horror, etc.

Just another kin bastard out here.

Don't mind me. Dont worry about it lol

fyi for u 3edgy5me kids - Im an adult. fuckin. stay in ur lane and be safe bc ur only a kid once. dont make my mistakes. seriously.

➥ Myth / Wraith / some kin names work (namely Zeitgeist or Infinity)

➥ it/its or he/his

➥ 1997. so. adult.

➥ Got a memory span like a goldfish on a bad drug trip

➥ just a fuckin weird bastard tbh

other blog tags + list under the cut of who/what I was lol

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#Shit I Sent In Yo - #DeepDarkConsumption.txt

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My Theriotypes + Otherkin (alphabetical)

➥ Black-Billed Magpie - #magpie

Having multiple 'types that had wings is a pain bc getting the feeling of astral wings doesn't HELP especially when 3 of the 4 were all feathered wings. heck-

➥ Deep Sea Monster - #dsm

A bio-luminescent catfish-gator-serpent creature. (Best way I can describe my appearance lol.) Very large/long. Rarely came up to or near the surface. If I did, it was at night and usually to sink any passing ships or submarines. I lurked in caves deep underwater and hoarded stuff from sunken ships and subs.

➥ Demon - #idt

Super unconventional demon here. Like not in the hellfire and brimstone sense - like the inter-dimensional traveler who liked fucking shit up and messing with others, to the point where it often resulted in disaster and death.

➥ Miniature Goat - #goat

➥ Yellow Mongoose - #mongoose

I do feel a strong connection to any mongoose, however.

➥ Void - #void

ohman how to explain- I was some kind of void-dweller. I can feel wings of some kind, nothing really like birds or bats or bugs, just wings? When I get anxious in a shift, I get a glitchy, staticy, spaced out feeling, in my body, in my brain, moreso than normal. It also feels very militaristic which doesn’t make sense like ??? maybe its b/c another kintype? Maybe not?

My Fictiotypes (alphabetical)

➥ Claudia Donovan - #Donovan

Warehouse 13, mostly canon compliant? I think?

Still working out if I was in an AU or not but so far, the events of the show seem fairly accurate?? IDK man memories are a bitch tbh. Should probably rewatch it again-

➥ Cut-Out - #roughnecks

Starship Troopers: Invasion, noncanon fictiotype.

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Mobile Infantry Soldier. Rico’s Roughneck’s platoon. Nick-name was Cut-Out. I remember I had screwed up somehow & getting my unit killed. I was the only one who survived. The war lasted about another decade afterwards. I was forced into training new recruits, despite my protests.

➥ Flametrooper - #Flametrooper

Star Wars sequels, noncanon/background.

Just another background flametrooper, really. All I remember is the heat of the fire, and the harsh smell of chemicals. Mostly sensory memories, nothing visual of note.

➥ Flint - #Necro

Dragonfable, noncanon fictiotype

Unsure on doubles, please ask.

I mostly used Necromancy with some Pyromancy at times. I remember a mostly dark blue and black colour scheme and I know that damn dragon was black with deep blues. Fucked if I know anything else about it.

➥ Point Blank Member - #gm

Saints Row, noncanon fictiotype.

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I didn’t really work with pimping and drug dealing, though I would escort others at times. I worked more in enforcement and similar. I wasn’t a gang boss, but I was sorta high up in the ranks. Rival gangs did not like me lol I was a vicious bastard :p

➥ Project M6, Codename: Infinity - #asset

Marvel Cinematic Universe, noncanon fictiotype.

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Originally I thought M6 was just a sona but NOPE I was wrong about a kintype oops. I absolutely did not volunteer for experiments. I was kidnapped by Hydra and they ended up experimenting on me a lot, and brainwashed to the point the only identity I had was what they gave to me. I ended up being captured by SHIELD prior to CA:TWS. This whole life was a shitshow lol

Usually at least in some form of a partial kinshift for this one. Def would say this is my strongest one. Welp.

➥ Zeitgeist - #Acid boy

Deadpool 2, mostly canon compliant?

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I don't recall how I died but I also don't recall much of the canon shown? So I think the outcome of X-Force was different than shown in the film. I was a bit of a jerk, and I know I didn't consider myself to be a nice person despite having a mostly chill yet chaotic vibe. I also remember smoking a lot, because it was the only thing that got the taste of that acid vomit out of my mouth.

[coastercookies]

c O a S t e R c O o K i e S

this may be lengthy but I would have difficulty communicating this all in a phone call. I really hope this is all useful/more helpful in conveying what I am imagining/envisioning.

CASBLANCA!!! //

I sat with these concepts to let them sink in & tbh my initial impression was that this is giving "halloween spirit/skate shop" vibes... 👻 🛹 so I questioned whether if it had to do with being October or if I just completely failed that litmus test... 😳 so I sought a second opinion from marketing/communications person @ La Cocina & she suggested I consider using/requesting color, as most/all of the community of La Cocina businesses have their logos/palettes in color & it would probably open up the possibilities/be getting the best of your talent/capability/sensibilities. Initially, when we spoke, I was thinking of the SFCMT building + Market & 7th but after that conversation with La Cocina, I think the mural @ Bayshore Elementary + Buena Vista Elementary on Valencia/across from Arizmendi's is the right feel/aesthetic/direction I would like to take. & then after writing this, your TikTok came up as a rec & the 13th x van ness is the perfect example for the feel/aesthetic I am seeking from you. it's got a colorful/circular simplicity to it that feels like the exact opposite of the skatepark aesthetic/vibe on the other side of the street (👻 🛹).

LETTERS // ALPHABET SOUP I am envisioning letters with width, weight, girth, boldness, so the letters may easily be read from a distance. I am thinking of letters that are composites of upper/lower case letters. letters that evoke a sense of fun/play/happiness like scattered alphabet blocks or alphabet fridge magnets. I would like for there to be breathing room between the letters so they may stand independent of each other. having the letters separated would also allow for future renditions / animations / rotations of the letters as to where they sit on the peak/valley of the wave, so I may arrange/connect them like buoys on an ocean surface or riding across a sin wave or letters floating in alphabet soup. similar to your sound design TikTok @ https://www.tiktok.com/@victorreyesstudio/video/7164492766368599339?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc&web_id=7299195328857736750

so I sat with the Buena Vista mural & tried my best to sketch out what I am envisioning ... the C is the MVP, the beginning of the wave. the O might be the sun/moon/cookie. the a + A hybrid is like a mountain maybe. the S might be the view of a road coming down the mountain, chubbier than curvy like the S you did for Louis Vuitton. the t + T hybrid helps avoid religious connotation of a cross so I made the top half a capital T with a lower case tail that helps add a bit of "current" or "roll" out of the S & into/towards the direction of the end (R). I would like to use a lower case "e" cos it has a smiling quality that a capital E would not offer. the capital R because we got Reyes in the mix! & it provides the tail to finish/roll out the wave.

Another reason for my requesting letters that could stand independently is that if the C in "coaster" is the dopest C, perhaps that could be used as the basis for the logo rather than needing to create separate concepts/ideas for the logo & lettering. If there is a C to beat or remix or reference, that C might be the Carhartt C. I am also open to ditching a logo & just using the C.

COLOR & SHAPE //

I trust your color palette/sensibilities. but I am thinking shades of blue that have a feeling/sense of lightness/levity/easy going/openness/open sky/calm/coasting thru life. perhaps primary colors in lighter/softer tones that may add a feeling of warmth/harmony/mellow/simplicity. thinking of clouds + sky + sun, the thought of cotton candy/sherbert sunrise/sunsets also come to mind. but I trust whatever you wanna do/think/feel like, im just sharing my thoughts. for shapes relating to letter structure/flow, I am envisioning circular/rounded/smooth/soft curves (fender guitar, weathered driftwood, 13th x Van Ness wall, roller coaster track, hills, winding roads) // avoiding any sharp/cornered/squared edges/angles.

PHYSICAL x GEOGRAPHIC ORIGIN OF COASTER //

"classic/retro" mellow/easy going sober stoner CA coast vibe/scenery. I love plants from the time I spent learning cannabis cultivation. VW + camper has that physically retro/non aggressive feel. the in n out umbrellas give me a coaster vibe/shelter from the sun beating down. the EQ coffee is only there to represent the quality/brand category I am aiming for. the driftwood is just that smooth/soft sorta feel/tone like what will be used for the label/packaging for the cookies: craft paper, paper bag, brown sugar, more of a background color for the logo/lettering. SPIRIT ANIMAL //

During the phone convo, you asked about animals I'm drawn to & I was born in the year of the tiger & then I recalled this image I made for an art therapy assignment. I thought I would just share it as a supplement to that conversation/question. The tiger + stripes were inspired by your work + James Jean + Sam Flores. I am not asking for this to be incorporated into the project but I am envisioning that the style/lettering could work with this tiger illustration. If coaster cookies had a mascot, then it might be this tiger.

MISC //

I spoke with the designer @ La Cocina & he mentioned this concept of "designing backwards" & he asked me what is the impression I want to give when people get from the design/aesthetic? & I just thought, "fun, happy, joyful, inviting, crafted, unpretentious" GRAND FINALE //

for the final say... I had a thought, what if you asked your son which logo/concept he likes the most? & then maybe we just go with that. 🤷🏻‍♂️

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT //

I recognize you put time into drafts, so I don't want for you to exert more time/energy than necessary/commensurate to the compensation we've worked out. while I don't have a big budget, if this increases the ask beyond the expectations/scope of our initial convo, I am open to re-adjusting the pay/trade.

[cheswirls]

running count for things im section-binge-reading currently

spy x family

tamen di gushi

summer time rendering

blue flag (new!)

[fredshufflepuff]

— anon’s request: ok so since i too am a whore for angst. how about the reader and rafe having a summer thing as a kook (maybe she goes to the pogue school but is a kook) and once she goes back to school, they drift apart and rafe gets jealous of her spending her time with the pogues. then maybe he sees her again at mid summers all dressed up and remembers he still loves her. please break my heart with this, im in need of a cry and then maybe put it back together with some fluff at the end? please

— warnings: fem!reader, brief smut (skip if uncomfortable), asshole!rafe for a good chunk of the imagine, language, angst, fluff.

— word count: 2,166

IT all started when you bumped into rafe at the country club on figure eights.

you didn’t normally hang around that area, but you were hanging out with sarah that day—which meant eventually running into her brother.

she tried to keep you away from him, just because he had no filter and didn’t think twice before voicing his opinion, but sooner or later your interaction with the boy would happen.

“oh god” sarah mumbled causing you to raise your brows, a confused frown on your face as she signaled to look behind you.

you turned around not so subtle to see rafe cameron making his way down the grassy hill, a golf club in one hand and a can of beer in the other.

“hey little sis, when were you going to introduce me to your friend here?” the boy spoke, a small grin on his face at seeing her roll her eyes.

“i wasn’t planning on it, you know—considering how you’re an ass.”

a small giggle fell from your lips as rafe turned his attention back to you, the sides of his mouth curling slightly at your reaction.

“well since she won’t introduce me, i will” he said, his figure leaning over yours which was sat on the grass.

he tossed his most likely expressive golf club to the ground to extend his hand out to you, which you hesitated to take before slowly reaching for it.

“i’m rafe cameron.”

of course you knew who he was, everyone did.

“y/n y/l/n.”

YOU thought the interaction with sarah’s older brother was in the past, not having to see him again since you weren’t planning on going back to figure eight or the club any time soon.

but when you found yourself in his bed getting the absolute daylights fucked out of you, you knew right then and there that this wasn’t a one time thing.

“fuck rafe,” you moaned loudly, your head thrown back against the pillow as your eyes fell shut from the feeling.

he slide his cock in and out of your needy hole as you whimpered from under him, his toned body pressed against yours as you jolted from each thrust.

“m’gonna cum, flood this needy little fuck hole” he spat, his hand coming down to grab your face and force you to open your eyes.

“please, rafe. please fill me up” you begged, your little moans and pleads sending the boy over the edge.

as soon as he gave you permission to cum you didn’t hold back. it felt like your entire body had shut down as your head fell to the side.

rafe sent a rough thrust into your quivering body before emptying himself inside, making sure to keep himself as close as possible in order to not let any leak out.

“fuck,” he groaned in your ear, his body pressed against your small one as your hands came up to rest in his hair, pulling on it gently as his cum filled you up.

later that night you didn’t bother sneaking back out to your place, instead rafe suggested you actually stay—running you a hot bath before ordering take out.

it surprised you really, considering how you didn’t know what you guys were.

you both agreed to only be friends with benefits when this all started, but now you didn’t know if you wanted that or not.

you wanted something more with the blue eyed boy.

“what are we?” you asked while laying in his arms, the feeling of his breath trailing down your neck giving you comfort.

“friends with benefits.”

no hesitation was found in his voice. it was quick and sudden, just like your heart breaking.

“oh.”

you didn’t talk much with rafe after that night—leaving early in the morning to avoid further interaction.

rafe didn’t suspect anything though, knowing how busy you usually get with school and home life, but after that single day turned into almost a week, he knew something wasn’t right.

usually you’d be around the house or at the country club, but it felt like you were almost avoiding him.

when school started up that’s when things really started to hit for rafe. you were not only distancing yourself from him, but now you were hanging out with the pogues.

to him you had wiggled yourself into john b’s friend group, getting closer with everyone but mostly jj, the one pogue he despised more than the others.

it was the night of midsommars and you were preparing yourself to see rafe, your nerves seeming to skyrocket every time his name was mentioned.

“ARE you feeling okay, y/n/n? you’re all jittery” kie pointed out, her eyes locking with yours through the vanity mirror as you slowly brushed through your hair.

“i’m okay, kie— really. just nervous for tonight i guess” you shrugged, your response seeming convincing enough as she nodded.

“hey slow pokes! hurry up or we’re going to be late” jj called, pounding on the door making you and kie jump.

“fucking assholes” you mumbled.

MIDSOMMARS was something you always looked forward to.

the lights, the food, the beautiful dresses and people you got to meet—which was rare considering how almost everyone there were stuck up kooks who’s only personality trait was having money.

all except rafe.

he was different towards you, a lot different it was scary.

“jj, don’t get into any more fights, k?” kie sighed, licking the pad of her thumb before dragging it across his face—getting rid of the dirt that had formed there.

he didn’t say who specifically it was with—the fight—just claiming it was with some stupid kooks who didn’t know when to stop talking.

“yeah yeah” he mumbled, running his fingers through his hair before sending you both a small smile.

he picked up his tray and spun it on his finger before sending her a wink, a blush coming to kie’s face as she quickly looked away.

“soooo, you and jj....” you said, the girl’s eyes rolling as she playfully pushed you away.

“enough about me, what about you?”

“me?” you raised an eyebrow, “what about me?”

“don’t play dumb, y/n/n. i’ve seen you come back late with hickeys.”

you grabbed a glass of champagne from one of the waiters walking by and took a long sip from it, your eyebrows twisting together— “this is good, you should try it.”

kie was about to protest until the music started to kick up again, your favorite song playing making you gasp.

you quickly placed the glass on an empty table before taking her hands and pulling her towards the dance floor.

“let’s dance!”

unknown to you—rafe had been watching you ever since you stepped foot into the venue.

IT was almost one in the morning when everyone had left, you and kie sitting at one of the empty tables while you waited for jj to finish up.

you hadn’t had that much to drink, but you could say you were a little tipsy.

“ready to go?” jj asked while throwing his arms around you both, a sarcastic grunt dropping from your lips at the sudden weight.

“we were about to leave yo-”

“well, well, well...if it isn’t the golden trio” a familiar voice spat, your head snapping to the side as your eyes fell on the devil himself.

rafe cameron and his little minions.

“if it isn’t daddy’s money, dumb, and dumber” kie snapped back—referring to topper and kelce who were standing on either side of him.

“put your dog on a leash maybank before we do it ourselves” rafe threatened, only causing jj to break from your side and lunge at the boy.

“jj, stop” you said, grabbing his arm as kie yanked him back, “he wants a reaction.”

“i didn’t see you there, y/n. so quiet and small, hard to notice you.”

which was obviously a lie. rafe noticed you the second he walked into the stupid party.

“what do you want, rafe? getting bored at the country club?” you asked, your lips dropping into a fake pout.

“actually the country club is entertaining, unlike some needy bitches who can’t satisfy my needs.”

your face dropped as kie gasped beside you—jj completely unaware of what was going on but still pissed at the way rafe was speaking to you.

rafe’s face dropped slightly at the realization of what he just said, nothing but lies falling from his mouth as his eyes filled with guilt.

“fuck you.”

YOU didn’t remember much after that. just the events taking place of jj trying to throw another punch at the boys before getting dragged away by kie.

the poor girl was trying to control her hot headed friend while the other was on the verge of tears.

but you refused to cry.

in front of rafe or not, you would not let yourself cry over him.

all you remember is crashing at john b’s house and waking up with a massive headache.

your legs were draped over kie’s as the two of you slept on john b’s bed, the boys taking the couch in the living room.

light from the outside peeked through the curtains as your eyes slowly adjusted to the brightness.

your phone laid next to you on the comforter as your hands dragged it closer.

what you weren’t expecting was a shitload of texts from rafe.

rafe cameron: i’m really sorry

[sent 1:34am]

rafe cameron: y/n

[sent 1:34am]

rafe cameron: i didn’t mean anything i said

[sent 1:36am]

rafe cameron: i was drunk and wasn’t thinking

[sent 1:40am]

rafe cameron: please hear me out

[sent 1:41am]

rafe cameron: meet me at our place

[sent 1:49am]

rafe cameron: 7:30am

[sent 1:51am]

you groaned loudly while reading his texts, the need to throwup swirling in your stomach as you tossed your phone to the side.

you ran your hands over your face as you thought on what to do, biting your bottom lip in the process as you stared at the wall in front of you.

after what felt like an hour of pondering, you let yourself slip off the bed and grab your hoodie that was thrown on the floor.

you were going to see him.

‘WHAT if she doesn’t show’ rafe thought to himself as he sat in the sand, his eyes locked on the waves crashing in front of him.

he was stupid last night.

the boy made a stupid mistake that he regretted deeply.

he just needs to show you how sorry he is.

“rafe.”

his head snapped in the direction of your voice, your figure standing a few feet from his as he then quickly stood up.

he dusted off his pants before nervously making eye contact, his throat suddenly drying up as he attempted to swallow what felt like a rock.

“y/n, i’m s-so so sorry for what i said yesterday. i-i didn’t mean any of it-”

“so what? i’m supposed to forgive you?” you cut off, raising an eyebrow as his mouth fell slightly, “what if it happens again?”

“i-it won’t! i swear it won’t. i was just drunk and jealous and really fucking stupid” he blabbered on, his hands shaking as he tried to defend himself.

“jealous?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowing together as he nodded his head shamefully.

“of you and that stupid pogue.”

“jj?!”

he seemed to visibly retract from your words, his eyes narrowing as he bit the inside of his cheek.

“yeah, him.”

“so you acted the way you did...because of jj?” you slowly asked, his eyebrows knitting together as he stared at you.

“i didn’t mean it, y/n...” he frowned, his face dropping slightly as you waited for him to continue, “please give me another chance, i’ll show you how sorry i am—how much you mean to me.”

it was quiet for a good minute as your thoughts swarmed your mind for a response.

“rafe...”

“y/n, please.”

another minute went by, the only sound coming from the waves crashing along the shore.

“fine.”

IT had been five months since you forgave rafe, and things were honestly going better than you had expected.

after that morning on the beach he took you out on a proper date—ending in him walking you back to your house and even stealing a kiss.

he even stopped starting fights with jj and the other pogues, wanting you to know that he was better than that.

“WHAT do you want to watch?” rafe asked while flipping through channels, one hand holding the remote while the other rested on the small of your back.

“m’not sure, you can pick.”

he hummed in response before clicking on some random channel, not really planning on watching it anyway.

he tossed the remote to the side before looking down at you, admiring your relaxed state with your arms wrapped tightly around his torso.

“you know i love you right?” he suddenly asked, his voice low and soft as he stared at you from above.

“why so gushy, rafe?” you teased, your own head angling up to see him better.

he was so beautiful.

“i’m not gushy,” he rolled his eyes, “i just wanted to remind you.”

you blushed at his words before nuzzling back into the crook of his neck, your lips kissing the delicate skin making him smile.

“i love you too, rafe.”

🏷rafe cameron taglist : @jordynsharum

a/n: could you tell i didn’t know how to end it

[samuel-de-champagne-problems]

I Can’t Say Anything to Your Face

Summary: Lunchtime is Spencer Reid’s favorite time of day and not because of the crappy endless coffee, dry sandwiches, or the occasional chocolate donut. Spencer’s favorite time of day comes in the shape of a little post it notes and fits perfectly into his heart.

Pairing: Spencer x Female Reader

Content: Fluff (1 use of a$$)

Author’s Note: The idea of for this came from @shemarmooresfedora for giving Spencer compliment cards

Word Count: 2.6 K

I Can't Say Anything To Your Face

When Spencer checks his watch for the twelfth time that day, he can practically feel Derek’s eyes roll. He tries to cover up his action by picking at his sleeve, but that just seems to draw attention to the situation. Derek raises his eyebrows at Spencer, as if to tell him, I saw that.

When it comes to teasing Spencer, Derek doesn’t miss a beat.

The team, minus Derek and Spencer, continue to work diligently. JJ walks back and forth from her office to Hotch’s, constantly shuffling through piles and piles of paperwork. Emily seems to keep herself busy with the 33 tabs that she has open on her screen. Y/N, who’s tongue slips out of her teeth in concentration, doesn’t look up from her mound of case files. Spencer likes studying how each of the members of his team works, but he particularly likes to watch Y/N. She always sticks her tongue out when she’s deep in thought. Sometimes she’ll close her eyes and rub the butt of her palm against them. Other times she’ll push her glasses up on top of her head and her hair frames her face perfectly. Spencer couldn’t care less what she looked like or how she wore her hair, but watching her was his favorite part of the day.

In a totally platonic, non-creepy way.

A beep distracts Spencer from being distracted by Y/N. It’s an IM from Derek, telling him something to the effect of asking Y/N out. Instead of responding, Spencer decides to send Derek a more direct message. He shuts off his computer, which isn’t really used, besides for Y/N to send Spencer requests for online scrabble.

Spencer, ignoring Derek’s gloating, walks from the bullpen into the team’s lunch room. It’s a small kitchenette with a couple tables, a very old coffee machine, and an even older refrigerator. Peeking into the refrigerator, Spencer takes out two lunch boxes. One is light green with patterned purple and orange dinosaurs all over and the other is a light blue with green plants. Like clockwork, Y/N rounds the corner with a smile plastered to her face.

“What’s got you smiling like that?” Spencer asks, placing his lunch box down across from Y/N’s seat.

“It’s just my favorite time of day,” Y/N responds, unzipping her bag and taking out her banana, water bottle, granola, and turkey sandwich.

Spencer tries to hold back his smile at Y/N saying that lunch is her favorite time of day. He likes to believe that it’s because of him and not because of the top tier kitchen facility the government provides for them. But who’s he kidding, there’s no way that lunch is Y/N favorite part of the day because of Spencer when he’s up against a crappy coffee maker.

“Did you know that sandwiches were only called sandwiches because the Earl of Sandwich ate his meals with bread, meat and cheese like modern day sandwiches? However, there’s much debate if sandwiches existed prior to this. Researchers actually believe that sandwiches were simply referred to as bread and meat or bread cheese, depending on the ingredients. There’s hundreds of works of literature that help to determine this,” Spencer says, as he unwraps his leftovers from dinner the previous night.

Y/N, who takes a bite of her turkey sandwich, listens intently to Spencer’s oral history of sandwiches. She starts to respond to Spencer, but before she can even get the chance, Derek interjects into the conversation.

“Hold your horses, there Reid,” Derek says, his voice tainted with sarcasm and Spencer braces himself for a clipping comment, “you don’t want to scare away the newbie,”

Y/N, ever quick witted, rolls her eyes dramatically at Derek. She gets up and moves her seat closer to Spencer who’s heart rate, at the thought of her sitting even closer to him, speeds up. He knows that it's just an effort to tease Derek. That she'd rather suffer next to Spencer, than to have to entertain the idea of sitting next to Derek. But still, Spencer is a dreamer; he'd like to think she'd sit next to him even without the added bonus at avoiding Derek's playful teasing.

“Derek, leave Spencer alone, I happen to adore his facts. You know, I’ve seen I’ve been here I’ve been a Jeopardy beast. And when are you going to realize that I’m not a newbie, I’ve been here for what 2 years-”

“2 years, 4 months, and 4 days,” Spencer says, cursing himself silently for interrupting Y/N.

Derek grabs his lunch from the refrigerator, and sits down across from Spencer and Y/N.

“You remember the day I started?” Y/N asks, turning her attention from Derek to Spencer, whose face is twisted in what he can only assume is an extremely unattractive deer-in-head-lights look. He shrugs off Y/N’s comment, as if to say it’s just normal for him.

"Of course I do, I remember how long each of us has been here,"

"Oh, right. Eidetic Memory," Y/N mumbles, almost like she's slightly disappointed in something.

Suddenly Spencer’s mouth is quite dry; he reaches into his lunch bag to grab his water bottle, but his fingers brush across a small card taped to the outside. Forgetting that showing the card to Morgan would give him enough ammunition for the rest of day, Spencer quickly scans the card. It’s a small piece of paper, but it suddenly has become Spencer’s most treasured object. More than the set of Chaucer tales that his mother gave him, or Gideon’s watch, or his first microscope that his biology teacher in high school gave him at his graduation.

The one side of the card is decorated in small hearts and there’s a sketch of a dinosaur on the other side. In careful handwriting, the giver of the card wrote “Are you made of Nickel, Cerium, Arsenic, and Sulfur? Because you got a NiCe AsS!”

Spencer’s eyes grow a couple sizes once his brain registers the meaning of the card. Handling it less than gracefully, he chokes on his water, which catches Derek and Y/N’s attention.

“You okay there, Spence?’ Derek asks, questioning what sent Spencer coughing and choking on water like that.

Spencer, not wanting Y/N or Derek, especially Derek, to read the card, attempts to put it in the front pocket of his lunch box. Unfortunately, Derek catches sight of the card and snatches it out of Spencer’s hand.

“Derek!” Spencer whines.

He can feel his embarrassment deepen as Morgan’s smile grows. Spencer seriously thinks that this is how he’s going to die. His death, being in his line of work, is something that plagues his thoughts from time to time, but any gory hero’s death pales in comparison to Derek Morgan reading Spencer’s love notes about his ass.

“Nice ass? I’m not too sure about this, Reid, but looks like your secret lover likes your ass just as much as your brains,” Derek teases, handing back Spencer his card.

“Those are private,” Spencer says, grateful that Derek’s going to leave him alone, places the card back in it’s temporary resting spot near his driver’s license and photographs of him and Y/N at the arcade.

“Hey man, I was just going to put in that shoe box you have tucked under your desk, you must have hundreds of them by now,” Derek says, taking a bite of his ham and cheese wrap. His eyes dash between Spencer and Y/N, like the pair of them is the most entertaining reality show he could think of.

“I have 645, now,” Spencer says, unable to help himself much to Derek’s amusement. Spencer hears the chair next to him screech and Y/N rushes to pack up her half eaten lunch.

“I completely forgot, Anderson needs me to uh, help him with something,” Y/N says, stuffing her water bottle into her lunch box in a flustered state. Spencer watches as she rushes, her need to leave the kitchenette quite evident. Spencer is left wondering why she has to go see Anderson, of all people.

“Anderson? What does he want with you? I don’t remember Hotch saying anything about that,” Spencer says, his voice comes off a little more bitter than he indented.

“Maybe Anderson has some extracurriculars that he needs Y/N’s help with Spencer,” Derek says with a wink. Spencer’s brow tightens and his blush deepens as if he’s trying to decipher the way that Derek’s voice is laced with suggestion. The only logical conclusion is that Y/N is flustered because she’s sneaking off to see Anderson, because she likes him.

Y/N likes Anderson? Something about that doesn’t taste right in Spencer’s mouth.

Like the wind, Y/N is gone and all that remains is Derek’s sly chuckle.

“What!” Spencer says, much too loud for him to continue the coy and unassuming demeanor he usually produces when Y/N gets hit on at the bar or on case by local cops.

“Nothing, Reid. You're just clueless. Just think about how many of those little compliment cards you’ve gotten,” Derek says. He reaches into Spencer’s lunch box and takes his brownie. Usually, Spencer would have protested, but Derek’s words sent him into a confused spiral.

“645,” Spencer responds.

“Okay,” Derek continues, “645 days you’ve gotten those cute little cards in your lunch box or taped to your hotel room door on cases. Now, Reid think. How many years, months, and days, is 645 days”

“That’s 2 years, 4 months, and 3 days,” Spencer starts, “now given if it’s a Leap Year that could change it a little bit bit-”

“Think about it Reid,” Derek says, talking slowly to get the words sink in and hoping that he doesn’t have to spell it out for him.

“Y/N?” Spencer asks, kind of like he can’t believe it, but desperately wants to believe it at the same time.

“Y/N,” Derek repeats, “I’m surprised it’s taken you this long, Reid. She’s been making eyes at you the day she’s gotten here. It’s almost sickening to watch you to dance around each other,”

“Y/N,” Spencer says, it’s like he’s saying her name for the first time. It’s the most beautiful string of syllables to ever come from his lips.

Spencer pushes back the chair and swings the door open. As he walks to Y/N’s desk he gets distracted by the little brown shoe box that sticks out slightly from under his desk. He crouches down and picks it up, hoping that it can be helpful. He approaches Y/N’s desk, but JJ stops him before he can go closer.

“Stairwell,” Is all she says before she brushes past with an armful of case files. Spencer, heading JJ’s advice, practically runs to the stairwell. As he approaches he can hear quiet sobs, which he can only imagine are Y/N’s.

Spencer opens the door and Y/N, startled, stands up and tries to mop the tears away from her face.

“Spencer, oh god, I didn’t know you were here, I’m okay, it’s just me being a little silly,” she says, trying to laugh through what she can only assume is going to be rejection.

“I really hope you don’t think these are silly, well some are kind of silly, but others were very poetic,” Spencer says, taking a step forward and gesturing with the shoe box to make it obvious to Y/N that he’s talking about the compliment cards.

“What are you talking about, Spencer?” Y/N says, feigning ignorance.

“Don’t play dumb, Y/N. You're much too smart to play dumb,” Spencer says, moving closer to Y/N so he can wipe her tear-stricken face with the sleeve of his soft cardigan. He tries not to focus on the way that Y/N seems to melt into his touch. He knows that if he can get another touch of that, he’ll never want to touch another person ever again.

“I’m not playing dumb, Spence. I just never planned for you to find out,” Y/N mumbles. Spencer’s face resembles a mix between shock and confusion.

“Why would you not tell me, I don’t think I made it anything but obvious that I’m crazy about you,” Spencer says, deeply wondering why Y/N would ever hide something like this from him.

“God Spencer, have you ever looked in a mirror?” Y/N asks him, sitting down on the third step, “you’re so gorgeous, Spencer, I can’t say anything to your face. So the next best thing was to write down everything that I wanted to say to you,” Y/N finishes, a little embarrassed. She tries to hide that embarrassment by not making eye contact with Spencer, who sits down next to her.

“You think I’m gorgeous?” Spencer asks, not entirely sure that he heard her correctly.

Y/N peaks at him with teary eyes and a runny nose. Spencer thanks science and the universe for his Eidetic Memory. He knows that there won’t be a single day of his life that he won’t want to think back to this day and remember the way that Y/N looked when she first told him that she thinks he’s gorgeous.

“I think you’re the most beautiful person that I’ve ever seen,” Y/N says breathily, her voice laced with restraint. She’s terrified of rejection, terrified that Spencer will turn her down still.

“That’s the first time I’ve heard that,” Spencer says, equally as quiet and equally as terrified. He notices that Y/N’s hand creeps closer to his. Spencer is itching to intertwine it to his and never let go.

“You deserve to hear it more often, hence the cards,” Y/N explains, moving her hand even more closer to Spencer’s. He has no choice but to wrap his much larger one in Y/N’s smaller one.

“You meant it, right?” Spencer asks, bravely putting her heart out there on the line, “because if you did Y/N, that I’d really like to kiss you right now. But if you didn’t then that’s-”

Spencer tries to finish the sentence, to give Y/N an out, but somehow she doesn’t take it. Somehow she decides to kiss him.

Spencer has kissed a total of three people in his entire life, but none of them ever mattered again the second he feels Y/N’s lips against his and her hands in his hair. Spencer doesn’t complain when Y/N starts to set the pace. Her lips roam across his face. They venture across his jaw, up closer to his nose and then back down to his lips. Spencer had no clue Y/N can kiss like this. It's a little passionate for a first kiss, but maybe it's just the pent up tension and frustration 2 years in the making finally being let out. He's dreamt of the way that Y/N's pillowy lips would feel when they were finally pressed up against his. Spencer, from the fibers that make him up to the hormones that surge throughout his body, tries to be brave. He places his hands so they rest on Y/N’s neck. He’s not passive, but he’s happy to sit back and let Y/N have her way as she continues her feverish assault on his lips.

Her ministrations are interrupted, however, when the box of cards falls from Spencer’s lap. It seems to remind both of them that they are in the stairwell of the FBI making out like over zealous teenagers for the first time. Y/N lets out a small giggle. Spencer wishes he can write down the feeling it gives him and tuck it away safely in a shoe box.

“I hope you know that those compliments aren’t platonic, Spencer. I really do think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met,” Y/N says, her fingers gravitating to the brown curls behind Spencer’s ears. He has the softest, silkiest hair she’s ever felt.

“That’s a good thing, Y/N, because you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met,”

Standing up, Y/N winks and pecks Spencer on the cheek, “I hate to break it to you, darling, but I think I win when it comes compliments,”

--Thank you for reading--

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Enchanté ep 9 - immediate thoughts

Akk and Theo are so soft. They're just soft, soft boyfriends. It's awkward between them but that's understandable because it's such new territory for them.

I love Akk's happiness in the morning, knowing he's going to see his BOYFRIEND that day. Oh and the shower scene - what a way to subvert the angsty shower trope! And we got Im and Egg! It wasn't enough but we got them 👏🏼

And the colours! Akk wearing Theo's blue and Theo wearing the rose's red after Akk gave Theo the rose. Basically, boyfriend claiming!

And we got a "Thirak" and a "Ma ni di"!! Oh how I squealed at "Ma ni di!"

(@actually-yikes - the subs translated "Thirak" to "darling" and I immediately thought of you 🥰)

Honestly, at this point I don't care for Phupha or Natee...but it's sad that Phupha still feels a responsibility towards his mother. She's a terrible person and he should just run far, far away (maybe that's not realistic but poor guy). And I thought it was a weird apology to Theo...I'm a bit worried he's going to do something bad. And if we have to see more of Natee, I hope it's because he and Tan get together. Not that I care about him but I want Tan to be happy!

So I was sort of right about Akk's insecurities being part of the conflict between them. He needs to be able to just tell Theo what's bothering him... Akk and Theo are so damn cute together - he really shouldn't care what other people think! He should just bask in the love he's getting from Theo and fu*k the rest of them. They can think what they like.

But...oh my god...THE PLOT TWIST!! I did not see this coming...and I really should have because it was set up so well 😂 I mean, it was mentioned a couple of times how Theo was in awe of his parents' love...I should have realised this was a huge red flag. And of course this is going to make Theo spiral into negativity and threaten his happiness with Akk...

What a great shot...so poignant, so ironic...

Anyway, now I realise that this series, at its heart, is about lies and honesty... and how, even though the truth is scary or can hurt, its better to open up and be honest rather than get hurt (or hurt someone else) from lying or withholding. 🤯

And I have to say, this conflict is SO GOOD! Poor Akk wanted to protect Theo, but Theo is fed up of the lies...and rightly so...but also, he's been withholding the truth himself...so it's a bit hypocritical. But Theo is hurting, he's losing even more of his family now, and he's just downed how many beers?... He's not thinking rationally, his emotions are bubbling over, and it's his helplessness that is fuelling his words and anger towards Akk.

But I don't see this as a break-up. I think the preview is indicating this too. Theo needs to sober up and he'll talk to Sun and calm down and then Akk and Theo will apologise to each other (the scene when Theo is sick?).

But, I'm calling it - I don't think this is a proper penultimate episode break-up. It's not. It's just a heated conversation whilst drunk and I think they'll resolve things pretty easily. I certainly don't feel like there's a huge rift between them. Even with Akk witnessing the hug between Theo and Sun...

Speaking of Sun. OH HOW I SQUEALED!!! WHEN I SAW JIMMY!! I screamed! Yes, it's been too long, Jimmy 🥰

Next week looks so soft again and I can't wait 👏🏼

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Rebuilding Family

Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

A/N: LOVES, I HAD NO IDEA ANON ASKS WEREN’T AUTOMATICALLY TURNED ON IM SO SORRY. they’re on now so please feel free to send or ask me anything, on or off anon!!! thank you @mercy-burning for telling me how to do it!

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Chapter 29

“You’re going to have to roll me out of bed, Spence,” you groaned.

“Don’t you want to find out the sex of the baby?” Spencer asked.

“Gender is just a social construct anyways,” you put your pillow over your head to shield yourself from the morning light.

“Yes it is but we still need to go to at least check if little one is healthy,” Spencer countered.

“Fine,” you mumbled, “But you’re doing all the work, Dr. Reid.”

Spencer grabbed one of your hands and then wrapped his other arm around your waist to help you out of bed.

“What do you want to wear today?” he asked, opening your closet door.

“Ooh, that new sundress you bought me!” you exclaimed.

Spencer smiled as he pulled out a light blue sundress with daisies all over it. He helped you take off your PJs and put on clean underwear because bending over was such a chore for you now. Then, he slipped the dress over your head.

You let out an excited squeal when looking in the mirror, “I love it and I love you.”

Spencer knelt down to lace your converse up and then pressed a kiss to the big belly bump directly in front of him.

“I thought you would look adorable in it and I’m never wrong,” he gave you a quick kiss before walking over to his closet to get dressed for the day.

“I can wake Jo up,” you told him as you exited the room.

Jo was already on the floor, dressed and playing with her toys, when you walked into her room.

“Oh my gosh, someone is up early today,” you smiled.

“I get to see brother or sister today,” Jo beamed.

“Yes, you do, Baby J. You will also get an answer to that question because ‘brother or sister’ is kind of a mouthful,” you replied, “Let’s go have some breakfast. Daddy will be down in a minute.”

-

You were in the big chair with your dress up as the nurse squirted the cool gel on your exposed belly. Luckily, you remembered last minute to have Spencer put some shorts on underneath your dress.

Jo was sitting in Spencer’s lap right next to you, fascinated by all the medical equipment surrounding her.

“Okay, I’m going to take a quick look first,” the nurse stated.

As she moved the wand across your belly, her brow furrowed as she looked at the screen and her eyes widened slightly.

“I’m going to get Dr. Collins,” she grabbed her clipboard and rushed out of the room.

“What’s wrong?” you worriedly called after her.

You turned to Spencer, “Spence, what’s wrong?”

He looked just as panicked as you, “I don’t know, the monitor was facing away from me.”

Dr. Collins came into the room before your concerns could continue to exponentially expand, “Hello Reid Family!”

She picked up the wand and quickly scanned it across your belly, observing the screen.

“Yep, she was right. You guys are having twins,” Dr. Collins turned the monitor so you all could see.

“Oh my god, Spence!” your worried expression instantly morphed into one of pure joy as you turned to face him.

His smile was just as wide as yours, if not, wider. You could barely see his eyes because they were crinkled from smiling as much as humanly possible.

“Are you ready for two more?” you whispered after giving him a kiss.

“I’ll take as many as you’ll give me. Maybe they’ll find a third in there,” he joked back.

“I do apologize. Twins usually can be detected earlier but there are cases where one twin sort of hides out in your uterus and can’t be seen on the first ultrasound,” Dr. Collins stated.

“It’s no problem but you may want to tell your nurse to control her microexpressions a bit more. We almost had a heart attack in here,” Spencer chuckled.

“I’m sorry about that. I am able to tell you the sex of each baby if you would like,” Dr. Collins said.

You looked at Spencer and he nodded in confirmation, grabbing your hand.

“The one that was originally spotted on the first ultrasound is...a girl! And the shy one that decided they didn’t want to be seen just yet is...a boy!” Dr. Collins smiled, “Congratulations! You guys are free to go. You can schedule your next appointment at the front desk.”

“Thank you!” you beamed as she left the room, turning your attention to Jo and Spencer.

“Brother AND sister!” Jo exclaimed.

“I thought it was weird my belly seemed to be much bigger than it was with Jo,” you smiled.

“I can have one of those baby carriers with one on the front and one on the back!” Spencer excitedly rambled, “We’re going to need a bigger house with a yard! Oh and a swing set! Maybe I can build a treehouse!”

“I love the enthusiasm, babe,” you laughed, giving him a kiss.

“Jo, are you ready to be a big sister to two?” you asked.

Jo nodded enthusiastically, “We are all going to play together.”

“The babies may need a little time to get used to the world when they are born before they can play with you, Princess, but I promise Mommy and Daddy will still play with you all you want,” Spencer kissed the top of the little girl’s head.

-

You had all taken a family nap when you got home from the doctor’s office. You awoke about an hour later with Spencer’s arms still wrapped around. Jo was using your bump as her pillow. Spencer was speaking softly into his phone, he hadn’t noticed you were up yet.

“Yes, Mom. Twins!” he excitedly whispered.

“Twins, indeed,” you giggled.

Spencer looked down at you adoringly, “Sorry, did I wake you?”

“It’s fine, love. I shouldn’t sleep all day. I should probably wake Jo up too,” you assured him and began to nudge Jo softly.

“She wants to talk to you,” Spencer handed the phone to you.

“Hi, Diana,” you smiled.

“Oh my gosh, Y/N! You are giving me two more grandbabies?! I wish I could just give you a million hugs right now. Is Spencer treating you well?”

“Yes, very,” you cuddled further into Spencer’s chest as he stroked your hair, “The twins won the lottery by getting the best dad in the world.”

“And mom!” Spencer added,“...besides you of course, Mom.”

“I think your one grandchild that isn’t in my belly wants to talk to you,” you laughed at Jo’s grabby hands towards the phone.

“Hi Grammy!” she beamed.

-

You knocked on the LaMontagne’s front door.

“Hi!” JJ greeted, dressed as Cinderella.

“Ooh, very enchanting,” you giggled, “I went for a more comfortable look.”

You gestured to your kangaroo onesie.

“Aw cause the baby is in the pouch, very clever!” Penelope grinned.

You glanced at Spencer with a knowing smirk at the singular ‘baby’ because you hadn’t announced the news to them yet.

“Yeah about that,” Spencer set Jo down to go play with Henry.

Spencer was dressed in a green dinosaur onesie with scales running down his back and Jo was dressed as an archaeologist with a tan vest and bucket hat.

“Do you want to tell them?” he asked.

“No, you can tell them.”

“I told them you were pregnant so you should get to say this,” Spencer insisted.

“How about I tell them the first thing and you tell them the second?” you countered.

“SOMEONE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE JUST TELL US,” Penelope pleaded.

“We are having twins!” you exclaimed.

“A healthy girl and boy!” Spencer added, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

The room erupted into a cheer and a mad dash for your belly.

“Can I touch, please?” Penelope politely asked.

“Of course. You are all welcome to feel the twins.”

Everyone took a turn, rubbing your belly and saying hi to the babies.

“Jeez, I can’t even imagine two newborns at once. Props to you guys,” Will raised his drink up in the air before taking a sip.

“Oh, I think this one is more than ready for the challenge,” you leaned your head on Spencer’s shoulder, “He’s already started buying everything we need in double.”

A/N: i was on the fence between a girl or a boy or twins but then an ao3 commenter suggested twins and that helped my decision! please feel free to leave comments because i absolutely ADORE reading them!

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l&o thursdays

your regular ramblings and thoughts.

....and now i want pizza...

Happy Thursday fuckers, here we go

SHE STAYED THE NIGHT??? FUCK THIS SHIT (and im no even a bensler shipper. And yes I realize there’s other rooms she could have stayed in but still fuck this)

(sidebar, my OWN MOTHER just goddamn texted me “ack rollins in a wedding dress” m’am…that a SPOILER)

“no reason for me to stay” good, get out of here, I never trusted you.

 Ive had enough of this man child casino boy… are we done with this arc yet?

I stopped paying attention thanks to dealing with this stolen fic shit, sorry besties.

This family is more fucked up than the Wheatley’s, and at least the Wheatley’s had appeal to them, like I was constantly rooting for them, these guys are k-mart brand Wheatley’s

If they write Ayanna off the show I will LOSE MY SHIT. But then again she’s a queer, and she’s a poc, so it was only a matter of fucking time….

She IS the boss Elliot, get the stick out of your fucking ass. I swear if he ends up getting promoted and becoming the *actual* boss of OC I will hate it here….

Okay. I did not pay ANY attention to mothership, but I will say this: that blue dress Sam was in is *chefs kiss*

OKAY, time to pay attention!!

If it’s HIS birthday, why is he paying for drinks??

CONGRATS to carisi for being the ONLY person ive seen in media to pop a bottle of champagne without making it overflow. Thank fuck.

THANK YOU FOR NOT FOGETTING ABOUT ROLLINS FORENSCICS EDUCATION FOR ONCE.

Also… are we really gonna get Professor Rollins!?? Even if it *is* offscreen???

Every week I watch the opening credits and pray for the miracle of “Elizabeth Marvel” popping up on the screen and every week I am met with no luck. Maybe one day the day will come? I can only hope.

FOR ONE FUCKING SEASON COULD WE PLEASE STOP REUSING NAMES!!! ELIZABETH DONNELLY WAS A PROMINENT CHARACTER FOR 8? NINE?? SEASONS AND THEY’VE USED THE DONNELLY NAME TWICE IN THIS UNIVERSE WITH NO CONNECTION. COME ON GUYS

 Where TF is Velasco….i’d get rotating the cast like this IF IT WASN’T SO FUCKING TINY

Ah, “the Donnelly family is a bunch of criminals” so this Donnelly is related to the one from OC?? Or just lazy writing??

Olivia’s Big dick energy is really showing through this season and im here for it.

You know, considering DW wanted to kill amanda in the premier, we’re BLESSED to be getting so much of her, she could be the one missing/benched/only in one scene but she’s getting a lot of screen time…

Muncy “don’t look at me I didn’t do it!” lolololololol

The dad is super fucking annoying, like obvi these guys know what theyre doing

WE GET TO GO TO COURT OMG IT’S A DREAM COME TRUE

Okay but WHY isn’t he being charged with a hate crime??

The dad’s gonna shoot the perp/someone isn’t it? Like he’s a cop, he’d be able to take his gun into the court room….

Okay maybe he’s not, maybe he’s going to end up accepting his child’s identity

Jfc the stream keeps freezing every 10 seconds this commercial break has taken three times as long as normal, pls…there’s only 8 mins of my show left…

Yessss muncy’s on team pineapple on pizza!!! Fuck YES. Also she cannot sit like a straight… its confirmed, she’s queer.

LOLOLOLOL. THE OFFENDED LOOK ON HER FACE AT THE “in harlem, we don’t put fruit on our pizza”

For the record I’m with muncy on this one.

Okay… so…no proposal tonight and thanks to the promo for next  week we know the weddings a legit thing, not just a fake out that they “filmed” to not use… see y’all in two weeks!!