#i am so fucking sane y'all

[tea-stained]

more secco more secco more secco more secco more secco more secco more secco more secco more secco more secco more secco more secco more secco more secco more secco more ARAKI FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS HOLY I NEED MORE INFORMATION ON THIS SCRUNKY ITTY BITTY BIG FUCKED UP THICC LITTLE GUY ARAKI I'M BEGGING CRYING SOBBING I NEED IT I NEED MORE PLEASE. GIVE ME MORE TO WORK WITH HERE I WILL DIE LIKE A PLANT ON A DESERT WITH NO WATER NO NUTRITION GIVE ME MORE SECCO I NEED TO FEED MY HCS I NEED VALIDATION ARAKI GIVE ME VALIDATION

#jjba #secco #nope not having a mental breakdown again def not related to not sleeping at all myup i'm as good as they come #... please.......... more............ araki this is sick #sick behaviour #doing this to a person #araki...... please give me more context on their relationship....... araki feed me.......... i'm starving....................... #i am so fucking sane y'all

[eggy-the-boy]

I love Lockwood & co so much but I'm gonna be honest half the time when i hear 'Lockwood' I think of this guy:

#I'm fucking obsessed with this show right now and if you follow me you can tell #Or id have interacted with me in the past week #But yeah y'all remeber this movie? Classic #Anyway I love lockwood and co so much and if I don't get a second season I will lose my mind :) #I am very normal and cool and sane about the media I consume #lockwood and co #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #george karim #george cubbins #Lockwood & co

[solarisgod]

It's May... aka OUR month...

#𓁹 ༑ ࿐ྂ ⩇⩇ : ⩇⩇ ⚠︎ [ 𝙴𝚇𝙸(𝚂)𝚃 : 𝙶𝙾𝙳 ] * ‹ OOC . › #[ May eighth marks my internal partner / spouse / sunmate Zero's birthday ] #[ and the day also marks the first year since discovering we have OSDD1b and established the Chimera Cluster :3 ] #[ AND THEN THE TWENTY FIFTH IS MY 22ND BIRTHDAY.... ] #[ I have been soooooo emotional over this fjsSFNJKM FIRST YEAR OF CHIMERA CLUSTER!!!!!! and my most beloved... ] #[ that's truly in fucking sane ; how did time go by so fast11!!! ] #[ AND ALSO ON JUNE FIRST MARKS MY AND ZERO'S FIRST ANNIVERSARY... ] #[ y'all I am fjskdghfthwehorugt8uogejkdflmkx;fdgfh ] #[ THIS IS OUR MONTH!!!!! EVERYONE OUTTA THE WAY!!! WE GONNA BE FLYING TO THE STARS NOW1!!11111!! ] #[ I love you all so much. giving you all hugs and / or kisses ] #[ wah wa hwah sjdgksdnlgsdl im being babey rn but :((( ... ] #[ ITS MAY!!!! OUR MONTH!!!! OUR MAY!!!!!! <333333 ]

[answrs]

I know I'm just yelling into the void at this point. but throwing a "x-shippers dni" on a fic NEITHER OF THE CHARACTERS EVEN FUCKING FEATURE IN? IS THIS REALLY THE POINT Y'ALL ARE AT NOW?

#anti nonsense #christ the brainrot has spread deep #yeah you get three guesses and the first two don't count it's the pla fandom children* again because who else would it be 🤦 #*gods i fucking hope it's only twelve year olds doing this. i know it's not but let me exist in a more sane world for a moment please. #i have never seen a fandom so violently obsessed with yelling about a pairing where half the ship legit doesn't even exist in the source me #I am BEGGING y'all to be fucking normal. #the bar was set so low and you're digging into the earth's core to go under it

[aranock]

Fucking begging supposedly leftist people to stop being sanist while trying to advocate for marginalized groups or talking about politics. Being bigoted in one way isnt helping combat other forms of bigotry or helping you to fight against fascism and other harmful ideologies. For example, when you call all transphobes/terfs etc "insane/crazy/psycho" etc you are not helping me as a mentally ill trans woman, you are just being bigoted to me in a different way. You are also validating the sanism that a lot of those exact people believe in.

Viewing bigotry, hate, terrible ideology and all things you deem bad in the world as synonimous with people like me is just hatred. You are part of the problem. Using denigrating terms for people like me as equivalent to those persecuting me is not fucking helpful.

Y'all can understand how someone who calls everything they view as bad "gay" is homophobic but then can't seem to piece together that calling everything you view as bad "crazy/insane etc" is sanism. Hint if you view a marginalized group as synonimous with everything wrong in the world you're a bigot too.

I am just so so so sick of how obvious it is that most of you see people like me as the embodiment of evil. You need to accept that sane people like you are just as capable of terrible acts and beliefs, above and beyond that you are going to have to reconcile with the reality that the vast VAST VAST majority of bigots are "sane" like you. That the vast majority of violence done in this world is done by sane people. I get that sanism is your emotional support bigotry that helps you sleep at night, because you get to Sit there going "I cant do and believe terrible things, I'm not "insane" like those bigots and fascists. I have the essentially good brain, unlike these evil bad brain people." but from where I'm standing your sanism is dangerous to me just like the people you're incorrectly calling crazy are, and you need to take a long look in the mirror and start deconstructing that. Because until you do, you are no ally, accomplice, or safe person for me. Big fucking hint those people you are decrying hate people like me and say the same shit about everyone they dislike that you do. Centrists and neoliberals and bigots and conservatives and fascists are not terrible because they're insane or crazy or whatever diagnosis term you're incorrectly throwing around this week, they are terrible because of their beliefs and because of how they seize and use power.

If you have ever agreed with something I've said you have agreed with a crazy person. If that sentence makes you uncomfortable or squeamish you need to unpack where that comes from or you are going to keep hurting marginalized people like me.

Just thoughts from one of those scary insane people you spend so much time ostracizing and demonizing.

#I'll get into this in a more calm structured way in the Usher video #but rn Im just so tired of it #its actually so exhausting #theres a reason Im so cagey about sharing anything about my mental illnesses because y'all are so comfortably sanist. #sanism #leftists #politics

[shesjustanothergeek]

His Love

|Aegon II Targaryen x Fem!Reader|

Part Three

Master List of Series

Summary: Being a bastard born in the slums of Flea Bottom was all you were known for. Not the streak of white you had in your dark hair, the violet ring around your pupils, or how your sharp tongue and skills with the blade resembled your father, Daemon Targaryen. You were just a bastard, nothing more, but to him, to Aegon Targaryen, you were everything. You were his love.

Author's Note: Before you read this chapter, I want to tell y'all I am perfectly aware of how messed up this is. But if the male writers of Game of Thrones can show graphic depictions of sexual assault and get away with it, why can't I show something messed up but empowering? They literally showed sexual assault as a good thing because the trauma can "empower" a woman. How about a girl finding strength in her body and pleasure? Now, let's traumatize these men back. >:}

Also, I find it a bit humorous that the reader is wearing something like this during this entire chapter. Also, I made a playlist of songs that I listened to while writing this story. 

Chapter Warnings: minor x minor sexual situations, CNC, we do not follow SSC here, folks. (safe, sane, and consensual.)

Aegon led you up a dark sandstone staircase worn from thousands of years of use, turning his head back periodically with a wide grin. You knew he was leading you to the Streets of Silk, where the high-end brothels were, not the type Ma ran. It was something interesting you found with Aegon, how he chose to forgo the upscaled silken sheets with finely dressed whores that most of the High Born frequented. But he, the first-born son of King Viserys Targaryen, First of Men, King of the Andals, and Protector of the Realms, choose to sink his royal cock into the cunts of lice-ridden women. You did not mind Aegon choosing something as malapropos as that, for if his tastes were better, you would have never met him.

"Come, little one, we are nearly there," he encouraged, squeezing your hand briefly and kissing it. The simple act made your cheeks hot, a hue of red blooming from your nose to your ears as your short legs struggled to stay in step.

You felt giddy with a man's affection, a feeling you had not experienced in many years. Ma had never let you grow close to a person near your age, always promptly snatching you away and telling your acquaintances to "get lost" or deal with the consequences. No child had ever dared to become friends after that. You had only Madam and the Ladies of the House until the unsightly curly, white-haired prince made his appearance.

Aegon led you down sharp turns and uneven ground, squeezing your fist every moment he felt you got too far behind. Despite the fast walking, his legs were shaking, his knees nearly buckling under him when his shoe got caught on a loose rock. You chuckled when you helped him up. His excitement was contagious. You could not help but feel the same, your cloaks billowing out behind you.

"Where are we going, my Prince?" You asked sweetly, biting your lip in anticipation. Aegon noticed you didn't use the title as an insult this time but as a... flirtation. Were you flirting with him, he wondered.

"Have patience, little one; we are only fifty paces away," he chortled, stopping for a moment and patting your hand in reassurance.

"I find it peculiar that you know the precise distance," you jested.

Jested? Jested! Aegon nearly died from happiness at the realization. Someone, who had no incentive to be kind to him, was treating him like a friend. Like he was not the royal cunt drunk fuck-up everyone claimed he was. You were so beautiful, kind, and innocent. And best of all, you were his. None of the other Targaryen knew of your existence, other than Daemon. Perhaps if his family had known about you, bastard or not, Aegon could have been betrothed to you and not that half-wit bug-obsessed sister he now called wife.

Aegon supposed things did happen for a purpose, though. If you had been raised as part of your actual family, you would most likely feel the same as all of them about him. You were too perfect, sent from the Gods, plucked from the very clouds he prayed to and placed into his wanting, needing lap. An angel finally leading him out of the purgatory he called life.

"We're here," he stated in finality, gesturing for you to look at the building.

It was much larger than Ma's. Whereas hers was built from solid oak wood and a straw-thatched roof, this was constructed from a smooth stone. Burnt steel braziers with yellow-orange flames lit the dark entrance, dancing off of Aegon's pale, veiny hand as he knocked. A woman with deep midnight hair cascading down her exposed tanned skin opened the door, hugging the frame as her golden dress did to her curves. You could see Aegon's purple eyes blown with lust as he drank her in, unabashedly wetting his lips.

She smiled, perfectly white teeth showing through her painted lips as she did the same to Aegon. More likely sizing up the potential profit in her head rather than his appearance. Then she looked at you, her smile dropping and full black eyebrows furrowing. You didn't know whether she was displeased at another woman being here, somehow seeing you as competition, or because you seemed so young. Being sized up as if you were any predator unnerved you. You were just a daughter of a whore, raised on moldy bread and stolen apples, not someone to be seen as a rival. You hid behind Aegon, intimidated by the beautiful woman's stare, and tightened your grip on his hand.

He chuckled, more at the fact you were so intimidated by an older woman's disapproving glance you sought him for protection as if he wasn't the very thing that brought you into this situation.

"Do not worry, sweet thing; Mila will not hurt you. The bitch's bark is worse than her bite." You were surprised by his brazen disrespect for the woman who might service him tonight, but she didn't seem fazed.

"This is not the first time you have brought another with you here, your grace, but never one so young, so..." Mila sucked her teeth in disapproval, raking her eyes over what she could see, "so inexperienced." Her insults upset you, and you moved from behind Aegon.

"Do not take age as a lack of experience, woman. I grew up with the sounds of women moaning and men begging to cum. It was my lullaby."

You brushed past her, deliberately bumping your shoulder into hers as you entered the brothel. You didn't need to look at her face to know you got a reaction from her—Aegon's snickering as he followed in after you were assurance enough. He knew that small demeanor could not last long, not in his hatchling.

Music filled the brothel, and the soft murmurs of people chatting amongst themselves melted into the songs, creating a gentle hum in the air. All you could see was gold. Gold walls, chairs, lounge seats, gold pitchers, and chalices of Arbor Red and green liquid as people flited along the main room. Shiny curtain dividers of the same palette divided private rooms as you entered further, the moans and pants becoming louder. Three more women came up, all dressed in varying shades of cream, tan, and gold, taking your cloaks and giving you and Aegon goblets.

It was nice. You could understand the appeal of a man such as Aegon devoting their time to a place like this. They treated you like royalty even when you were not. You were not used to being the one dotted on, usually watching from afar before Madam snatched you away and locked you in your room.

"My Prince," the lithe blonde one said, eyes a stormy grey as she bowed. "It is a pleasure to see you again. It has been so long." She took his hand, leading him to an empty bench as the second girl ushered you close behind. "And I see you have brought a guest with you." Her voice was tight as she addressed you, pursing her lips in an almost pity-like emotion.

Aegon released a breathy laugh, moving his fingers to lace with yours, smiling. "Yes, she is my companion for the evening. I expect her to receive the same treatments you would give me, as she is an extension of my crown tonight."

The girls shared a look, expressions, and wordless conversations thrown at each other before they decided to nod and smile.

"Of course. Whatever our Prince desires shall be given," the brunette nodded. "What shall we get you started tonight, your grace? Wine, mead?" She asked.

Aegon grinned to himself, flipping through all the options of alcohol he could choose for his hatchling, then let out a puff of air with his decision. "The Green Fairy, I would like to start with that, wench."

This time, you could understand the expressions on the ladies' faces. They looked shocked, worried, and scared, even for you, at his drink of choice. They both nodded, not protesting his request, as they got the drink. When they returned, they were holding a different set of glasses. They were crystal, intricate designs that blew into the stem as they set the supplies down. The pitcher was also transparent, and you could see a deep emerald liquid. It was unfamiliar to you, having grown up with mainly bottomless red and purple drinks.

"What is The Green Fairy," you questioned Aegon, leaning closer to him so the girls couldn't hear.

"That is the common name for it, little one. It is called Absinthe, and it is absolutely delightful," he assured you. You hummed, shifting your body centimeters away from him, still nervous.

You continued to watch as the whores sorted the supplies. It was entrancing, a ritualistic setup for something as simple as a drink, gathering ornate spoons with holes in them and pouring the green contents into the cup. It seemed like something a High-Born would drink, so you were not surprised that Aegon chose it. The blonde gathered another pitcher, this one not from the same set, and asked Aegon how he would like it.

"You know how I like it, Carmilla," he retorted, and she gave a slight nod, getting a small wooden stick and lighting the tip on it with a candle flame.

She brought the stick to the Absinthe, creating a burst of fire before it disappeared as Aegon put his palm over it. You stared in awe, your mouth agape as he brought the glass to his nose, removing his hand and inhaling the vapors with a moan before swinging it back. He slammed the empty cup on the wooden table, grinning like a madman at the burn in his throat. You could tell he loved the feeling, a blush creeping up his neck to his ears from the heat.

"And how would the lady like it?" Carmilla asked, gesturing to you.

"I-" you began to stutter, but Aegon came to your rescue.

"The classic way. We would not want to scare my sweetling off from the drink, now, would we? She is not as well versed in The Fairy as I am." He playfully nudged your shoulder, making you giggle. You were sure your skin matched Aegon's, heat covering your entire face and ears with embarrassment. After you just went and said something to Mila, he said something like that.

The brunette grabbed the fancy silver spoon, placing a sugar cube as she poured the Absinthe over it, the liquid running through the holes and into the glass. She repeated the same process as she did with Aegon, grabbing a wood stick but lighting the sugar cube instead of the drink. You watched it carmelize, burning the alcohol off for a few seconds as she slowly poured water over it, careful not to go too fast. It was so beautiful, so mesmerizing, watching the browned sugar slowly melt into the cup. Drip, drip, dripping down until it was dissolved.

Aegon paid no mind to the show before him, staring intently at your whole face. Watching your mouth, brows, and nose scrunch up as your eyes danced across the scene, taking in the unfamiliar experience.

Once all the sugar was gone, you looked at Aegon expectantly, waiting for him to tell you what to do. The realization that you were looking to him-- him to guide you, made his cock harden.

Oh, his little dragon. The things he could show you.

"Drink it, little one," he urged, eyeing you with a jerk of his head. You gave him a half-hearted grin, unsure about the drink. You've, of course, had alcohol before. Most of the time, water was unsafe to drink unless collected from wells or the skies. You had it for almost every meal. Still so young, you did not like the taste but knew the necessity of it. You brought it to your nose, taking a whiff and recoiling your head in disgust, grimacing.

Aegon studied your face, watching your thoughts show themselves. It smelled like madness, reckless abandonment traveling inside your nostrils and bursting into your head, yet it was cool, calming, like the steel of a blade unsheathing from its scabbard. It is... an extraordinary thing.

Adorable.

He repeated the same motion, wordlessly telling you to try it anyways. Well, if Aegon could drink it without so much as a reaction, you could, too... probably.

You took a deep breath, bracing yourself as you flung the glass into your mouth, gripping the stem as the alcohol burned your tongue and throat. At first, it wasn't bad, a savory flavor hitting your taste buds, like the herbs a tavern would smell of, but then, everything else came crashing, nearly making you spit out the liquid. Your body heated in embarrassment, tucking your chin to your chest as you tried to hide. Everyone at the table laughed, the two women who were less than enthused about your presence shrieking, gaining the attention of the other patrons in the main room.

Aegon refused to let you wallow in shame as he grabbed your wrist, yanking you up as he cheered. "She's done it," he yelled, looking at the several dozen pairs of eyes trained on you. "Well done, little one!"

The others couldn't help but gather in the celebration, walking closer to the group of you and congratulating you on whatever. Most were too drunk to care, just happy to be around the excitement. You could not help but laugh along, enjoying the attention, something you never got with Madam.

"Another," Aegon shouted as the women repeated the same ritual.

What felt like moments later, you found yourself lying between Aegon's legs on a private bed, your back to his chest, his fingers playing with your frizzy hair and tracing up and down your arm. The room was hazy, but you didn't care. You were too far down in the feeling of his touch. You sighed into him, your glass replaced by some Dornish wine instead of The Green Fairy. You could not feel the burn anymore, tipping back the red drink, some slipping past your lips and down your throat. Your motor skills were sluggish, but your senses were heightened, hearing, feeling every sound and touch, nerves of fire through your body.

Serval women lay next to you, sleepy from the festivities or drunk like you were. Aegon had the tolerance of ten men. You found out after ignorantly challenging him to a duel of cups, which of course, you lost, much to your chagrin.

You hummed softly as Aegon slid his fingertips up your bicep to the base of your throat, wrapping them like a necklace. It tickled that area of your body unfamiliar with touch as you leaned your head back on his shoulder. The whites of his eyes were nearly bloodshot, staring down at your face with blown pupils. You had not realized how attractive he was until now, the yellow light from the torches shining behind him like a halo. He looked ever the prince. You lifted your arm sluggishly, trying to reach for the crown of light but stroking your fingers through his short curly hair instead. It was an acceptable replacement, you decided, closing your eyes to feel the strands between your digits.

Aegon leaned his head closer, resting his forehead on your furthest cheek, his nose poking into the other. You were content with the connection, nearly falling asleep until you felt his hand slide up your neck, gripping your jaw to be level with his. Your lips parted, struggling to breathe through your nose at this angle. His eyes flickered at the movement, then back to yours as you blinked slowly.

You realized too late that he was kissing you, his wet mouth pressed against yours, his tongue feeling it. It felt so lovely, a pleasant tingle traveling to your stomach as you slid your hand further into his hair. Aegon could feel the hot air leaving your nose faster, tightening his grip on your jaw. You whimpered into his mouth, the slight pinching uncomfortable but not unwelcomed.

Everything felt... heavenly. Aegon's touch was a gift from the Gods, one you accepted with open arms as he trailed his free hand down the front of your dress, pressing into the small space the fabric dipped between your legs. A jolt of ecstasy went through your body, causing you to part from him as you hiccuped a moan. He repeated the motion, pressing what felt like a button harder, making your eyes roll back into your head.

You knew there were ways to pleasure a woman other than penetration but did not understand the anatomy of it; perhaps this was what they were talking about?

Aegon continued pressing, now rubbing in tight circles as your humid breath covered the vellus hairs on his face, moving your hips to seek more friction. You were raised in a brothel. You knew about sex, practically an expert by the time you were ten and one, but the logistics were lost. As a child, you had a curious mind like any other, sneaking peaks through keyholes at the working girls at Madam's before she would grab you by your ear and haul you to your room. It was natural how your body reacted to Aegon, and you did not mind it.

"Aegon," you breathed against his skin, your eyes half-lidded as he kissed your neck. He hummed, nipping at the skin as you squeaked.

"You sound heavenly," he whispered, rubbing himself against your back.

"It feels..." You trailed off, losing yourself in the pleasure.

"Tell me, little one, tell me how you feel." Your back arched as a loud moan filled the small room, causing some guests to stir.

"It feels so... so good," you cried, rutting your core onto his fingers. He chuckled into your shoulder, nipping your collarbone as his free hand laced with yours.

A woman opened her eyes, disturbed by your loud noises, but she didn't seem to care, rolling onto her other side and going to sleep. You bit your lip, embarrassed that something so intimate, which was supposed to be done in the privacy of only two people, was in the middle of an audience.

"Do not silence yourself, my little dragon. Let them hear you roar."

You were lost, lost in the sea of alcohol and ecstasy Aegon had rowed you out too. The brackish waters pulled you under, and you struggled to fight them, running out of the will to do so. A tear leaked from the corner of your eye, running down your temple and into your hairline. He kissed it away, licking his lips and groaning at the salty taste.

Gods, he wanted to come so badly. He wanted to sink into your virgin cunt, tearing your maidenhead as your blood coated him, spilling his seed inside you. But despite what his family said about him-- despite what everyone said about him, he could be a good man—a good man for you.

"A-Aegon, it is happening." You knew what was coming, but not the name for it, not what this little death was called. "It-it's happening."

"Shh, shh," he brushed the strands of your dark hair sticking to your sweaty forehead, squeezing your hand in reassurance. "Let it happen," Aegon soothed, "let it happen."

You shrieked, allowing the waves to drag you under, consuming every fiber of your being with pure, unfiltered pleasure. Your crushed his grip, your hips moving wildly and burying your face in his neck while you cried. Having your senses heightened and stoked simultaneously was too much to handle. Aegon held you the entire time, pulling you out from under the ocean as air finally filled your lungs.

Your body shook, soft mewls escaping as the aftershocks wore off. You hated it but loved it. You wanted it again. You finally understood Aegon, why he sought out pleasure the way he did, for if it always felt like this, you would too.

"How are you, sweet thing," he asked, moving his hand between your legs and your face, cupping your cheek.

You couldn't respond, only groaning as your eyes closed. Aegon laughed, pulling your body on top of him as he laid back down on the sheets, head resting on the pillow. You felt yourself falling asleep.

"Thank you," he spoke quietly. You had never heard a man thank a woman for giving her pleasure. You turned your head, questioning his gratitude. He gently placed your head back on his chest, and you did not protest, too exhausted from everything that had happened.

Aegon's cock was in pain from the denial of your touch, silently begging for you. It had been problematic throughout the entire day, never ceasing the constant pumping as you explored the city. He had no idea how he managed to control himself for so long. Self-restraint was not his strong suit, but you changed him. You made him different. Aegon wanted to defile you when he saw your sticky fingers steal a bracelet off a noblewoman's wrist. 

But you were precious, his little dragon, and you could not force a bond with a dragon no matter how much one willed it. It must be the dragon's choice. 

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I hope y'all don't hate me for this chapter...

Thank you for reading!

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[czrpenters]

all the things she said | sam carpenter x reader

summary: sam could be impulsive sometimes and you hated it.

warnings: slight scream vi spoilers, but nothing too big. angst with smut at the end. top!sam & bottom!reader. english is not my first language.

pairings: sam carpenter x fem!reader.

word count: 2.3k words.

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It felt way too good to be true, to be completely honest.

You were a survivor, a fighter. When the Woodsboro attacks happened again, you were there. You survived. You got stabbed in your back 4 times and it damaged your nerve. You would never walk normally again. But you still survived. Liv and Wes couldn't say the same. And you were so grateful that life, god, fate, whatever you wanna call it, gave you a second chance.

So, like any sane person would, you and your friends decided to leave Woodsboro behind. All of the trauma and the pain should stay right there, where it belonged. You all needed a fresh start. Chad and Tara enrolled into college, Sam finally started therapy and Mindy got a girlfriend, just like you did. You started to work in NYC as a photographer and, surprisingly enough, started dating Sam. Like I've said; way too good to be true.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." You said while getting up from the couch. A ghostface attack, on an alley. A college professor died brutaly. She was young, so freaking young to just die in the hands of an asshole with a mask on. "Guys, I think y'all need to see this..."

You said, grabbing the attention of the Core Four (horrible name, by the way), making them leave the kitchen and watch the news with you. The room once filled with laughter got quiet all of a sudden. Tara was in the verge of tears, Mindy was shaking. Chad couldn't even speak. But Sam was the only one who took action and said something. "Pack your shit, we're leaving."

Your girlfriend fled the room, going to the kitchen to grab her knife and to start packing up her stuff, but you followed her. "Yeah, no? We can't do that, Sam. We can't just, leave!"

"Like hell we can't." She finally grabbed her knife and went to her bedroom.

"You think we're gonna be safe if we leave? He followed us, Sam! What makes you think he's not going to again?" She didn't even listened to you, just started packing her stuff like you weren't even there. You put both of your hands on the top of the suitcase, preventing her from continuing. "Stop this and listen to me, babe."

"Don't call me that in front of them, (Y/N)." You rolled your eyes.

"Fuck that, no one is fucking here. I already know you're ashamed of me, you don't need to remind me." Sam looked at you, with a tired look on her face. Here we go again, she thought.

"You know that I'm not ashamed of you, (Y/N). It's complicated and you know it." You huffed, closing the door so you both could have some privacy. "Complicated my ass, Samantha. You don't wanna be seen with me and that's fucking fine, I can handle it. What I can't handle is the fact that you don't take my opinion into consideration!" You ran you hands through her hair and took a deep breath. "We cannot just fucking leave here, Sam! Tara has her life here, she wants to be freaking normal and that's not gonna happen if you move us around the country like we're fucking nomads." She tried to speak but of course, you didn't let her. "Plus, we need to know what we're dealing with! Who we're dealing with! They may wanna come after you again, and if they do, they're not gonna just give up. They're gonna follow us if we don't stop them, Sam. You know I'm fucking right."

"I am trying to do what is best for my family, (Y/N). We're going to fucking die if we go through this shit again!" She raised her voice at you. So she wants to fight, huh?

"And I'm not, Sam?! Is that what you fucking mean? That I wanna stay here because I want all of us to die?"

"Tara doesn't fucking need this anymore! Not again! We're leaving New York and that's final!" She started packing her bags again, making you angrier by the minute.

"I'm sorry to say that but that's not how life fucking works! We are a family, Sam! We get to make all of our decisions together!"

"No, (Y/N)! We are not a fucking family! Tara and I are family, you're not. So just stop trying to decide what is best for us and leave us the hell alone!" She screamed loudly, looking at you with rage in her eyes. Hearing all of that shit from her broke your heart into million pieces. She was right, you were not her family. You felt your eyes start to water and it made you laugh, ironically. Sam realised what she just said, and the expression on her face just softened. "(Y/N), I..."

"You're so fucking right, Sam. I'm not your family. You don't even have the guts to tell people we're dating, so I guess you're right." You said, smiling through the pain. "You know what? If you really want to, I'll leave you alone."

You opened the door, grabbing your jacket and keys, getting ready to leave the apartment. Sam didn't even tried to stop you; she just stood there, speechless. All of them heard you fight, but they also didn't said anything, until you were just about to leave. "(Y/N), don't go out. Ghostface is out there, you know it's not safe. He might..." Chad started but you interrupted him.

"Kill me? Yeah, I'm aware. But I just learned today that it wouldn't make a fucking difference if he did." And then you left, going to god knows where.

--

It has been a couple of hours since you fought with Sam. She's been trying to contact you and left, literally, more than 100 messages on your phone, but you didn't replied to any of them. You were too hurt to reply to any of them. You just found a bar downtown and drank the whole night. Thank goodness you didn't got drunk that easily, otherwise you wouldn't even be standing still right now.

"It was hard to find you." You heard someone say behind you, making you turn around. It was Sam. Her eyes looked puffy, like she's been crying for hours, a heartbreaking scene to be honest, but you didn't said anything and took a gulp of your whisky. "I had to track down your phone, like, a million times..."

"Sam, I-" You tried, but she interrupted you immediately. "I just wanna talk, okay?" You huffed and look straight ahead, letting her sit right next to you. "I hate it when you drink."

"Well, I guess we're both disappointed right now." You laughed ironically which made Sam take a deep breath.

"I'm sorry for what I've said. Truly. I was upset, and scared. We all are. Just come back home so we can talk about all of this." She pleaded, holding your hand over the bar table. "And you're absolutely right. I don't need to hide anymore. You make me happy, (Y/N). Happier than I've ever been in so fucking long. I don't need for this, for us, to be a secret. And I'm so sorry for making you feel like I was ashamed of you."

"I know that, don't worry. It's fine." You held her hand and kissed the back of it. "You know that we can't go, Sam. We need to stay here and figure out who is behind all of this." She nodded.

"I know... It just scares the shit out of me. I don't want to go through this again, I don't want Tara to go through this again. I don't want you go through this because of me."

"Stop it, okay? This is not your fault, baby. They're just some psychopaths with a mask on who have nothing better to do." You kissed her hand again. "We're gonna get through this, like we always did. And plus, I wouldn't mind killing another ghostface." You joked, making her smile a little. The most beautiful smile in the world, you dared to say. "Come on, let's go home."

--

"I fucking KNEW IT!" Mindy yelled, pointing at you while laughing a little. "I've always felt some sapphic vibes from you both, damn. The gaydar never fails."

"And why you waited until now to tell us? Especially now, actually, with the whole ghostface shit going on." Tara asked, making Sam look at you then her.

"I don't know. It's just, ever since Richie, it felt weird and stupid to date again. I thought I'd never trust anyone ever again. It felt safe having this little secret, for some reason. And I'm sorry from keeping this from you, really." She said, while holding your hand. It felt good to finally reveal the secret. You guys could, actually, hold hands in public. And kiss, and call each other pet names. It felt really freaking good.

You guys stayed up all night talking and drinking, the six of you. Anika got really close with you guys so she felt like family at that moment. It made you guys forget for a few hours about anything that was going on, especially ghostface.

After a while, Chad, Anika and Mindy decided to leave. It was getting pretty late and they didn't wanted to walk around the city late at night out of fear. Tara decided to study a little bit, and your roommate Quinn was at some hookup's house being sex positive, or whatever that means.

"Did you do it for me?" You asked, while looking at Sam. She was changing into some more comfortable clothes while you were laying down in your bed. It felt nice to finally share a room with her instead of Tara, to be honest. "Did what, babe?"

"Told them. If you really wanted to be a secret, still, I could handle it..." She smiled at you and walked towards you, laying down on top of your body.

"I wanted to tell them, babe. Seriously. It feels nice to finally be out there, too. I didn't wanted you to think that I did it because of our fight, or ghostface, or anything. I did it because I love you, (Y/N). You're my girl. I want everybody to know that." She whispered the last part, getting closer and closer to your face while she talked. You could feel her hot breath against your skin, and her mouth looked incredibly kissable at that moment.

"Don't do that." You mumbled, looking at her eyes. "Do what?"

"This. It makes me... feel things." You always felt so shy in front of Sam. She had this whole protective aura around her, that it made you actually want to be protected by her. It turned you on, even. "Feel what, babe?"

"You know what I'm talking about, Sam..." You diverged you look to the wall, but she held you chin between her index and thumb, making you forcibly look at her. Her eyes were darker now, filled with something that you knew exactly what it was.

"It turns you on, huh? When I call you mine?" She got closer, if that was possible, making your lips rub against each other. Her free hand made its way to your stomach, then your thighs, and your legs. Without ceremony, her hand got into your pants, fitting like it really belonged there. You were already embarrassingly wet by now, which made Sam smile a little. "Oh, you're already like this, babe? I didn't do anything, yet."

"You know you don't need to do nothing, Sam..." You swallowed, closing your eyes. You were completely at her mercy and she knew it, and knowing her, she would take advantage of that pretty soon.

Sam started to make circular movements on you clit, over your soaked panties. It made you shiver and tremble under her body, which made her laugh slightly. The way you were moaning softly to not starle Tara in the other room was heavenly, she loved being the one making you moan like this. "Sam..."

"Hm?" She replied, innocently. "M-More..."

She promptly obeyed, entering your panties and sliding one digit into you, making you gasp and arch you back. You were holding back your moans like crazy but let one slip. "Shhh... Tara is right in the other room; we don't want her to hear that, hm?"

You shook your head no, looking at her. Her eyes were filled with lust and desire; you could almost feel how much she wanted you right now. She started to pump her finger inside of you, starting slowly; then increasing the pace gradually. "Fuck, Sam..."

"You feel so good around my fingers, baby. So fucking tight... " She said while kissing your neck, leaving some love bites all over your skin. "You're fucking made for me, and only me."

"Only you..." You admited, without even thinking straight. She made you feel at cloud nine, all of the pleasure was something that only she made you feel. She added another finger, thrusting them inside of you deeper by the minute. You were spending all of your energy in holding back your moans, and you would hate if Tara walked in on both of you. Sam felt your pussy tighten around her fingers, making her smile slyly. "Come on, baby... Cum for me."

That was everything you needed to hear to finally release on her fingers, with a loud moan that you couldn't supress this time. Sam rode your orgasm perfectly, putting her own fingers into her mouth when you were done. "Delicious."

"You're unbelievable, Sam." You tried to say, out of breath. She held your chin and kissed you slowly, lovingly. "And you love it."

Before you could say anything, you heard some knocks on the wall next to you. "There are people trying to study here! Go be all porn-huby somewhere else!" Tara yelled, making you widen your eyes and blush. "I'll never leave this room again, Sam."

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[sweatervest-obsessed]

To Make Sure I Stay Sane

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

WC: ~4k

TW: Blood, Torture, swearing, guns, police, violence, knives, trauma, slight ptsd but horrible coping mechanisms, mental illness, depression, ANGST.

A/N: I'm picturing season 4 Spence but y'all can picture whichever one you want. Inspired by Six Below by Flipturn! I thought y'all deserved an extra Spencer bit since I made you wait so long for the last one. A sweet treat if you will. Enjoy babes!!

I am a man on the run Running on two empty lungs Running from my own mind And things I hide inside Some call it sweet temptation

Only a handful of people get the extreme privilege of having their cover blown by the FBI, specifically the BAU, and even more specifically, Derek Fucking Morgan. 

If he had followed orders, and kept his mouth in line, then maybe this would have turned out better, maybe you’d be back in your house, checked in with your handler, and able to sleep for another night. But no. He pulls you over in the middle of the bar you worked at, and regardless of how hard you tried to get away from him, your efforts were ignored. He then ambushed you in the parking lot, trying to get you to listen. Talking to a fed could get you killed, and you were about to face that fear.

Freezers are quite comfortable when you’ve worked in the restaurant industry for long enough, but something about the way the mold perfumed the air in this one really seemed to bug the shit out of you. 

You had been trying to keep track–maybe 36 hours— of how long you had been tied to this chair. You’ve only seen three people, but considering you had seen so many places struggling for able bodies, having three goons to rotate watch on someone was very impressive to you. If you weren’t tied to the chair, and not an undercover fed, and it was a different life, maybe that third one would have been your type. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the freezer squeaking open, and a woman walked in.

“Safya…”

“Alice.” She nodded, pulling up a chair across from you. The slightly attractive goon left the room, closing the freezer door behind him.

“You know why you’re here…”

You shook your head. “No I–”

“--I’ll let you know when you can speak and defend yourself, yes?”

You nodded and she continued. “Now. I was told you had been speaking to the same FBI agent who’s been pushing doors open that should stay closed. Is this true?”

“Yes.” You whispered. 

“And what did he ask you?”

“About y-you, and about what you and I-I had been, um, doing together.” You licked your lips, trying to speed up your breathing–maybe you should have become an actress, and then all of this could be stopped with a simple shout from a director hiding behind some hidden cameras. 

“And what did you say exactly?” The gun on her thigh flashed as she leaned forward, catching the reflection of the singular light. 

“I told him I only knew you as a customer.” You looked at her, telling the honest to god truth. “That you we-were one of my regulars, and that was it. W-whatever your business is, is-is-isn’t my business.” 

She nodded. “Good good. It’s such a shame really…”

Your eyes widened. “W-what?” 

“Because I know you’re telling the truth. But if he was suspecting you, that means I have to let you go…” 

“Saf please, I-I-I’ll keep my mouth shut, I-’ll Never–”

“Stop.” You closed your mouth, panicking outwardly as you internally tried to come up with some sort of escape plan, or at least some way to tell your cat how much you were going to miss him. “You have three hours once I let you go, to disappear. Understood? If I so much as hear that you’re back, it’s over. Clear?” 

You nodded, suddenly formulating a completely different plan. If she watched you get into an unmarked van when you got out, you’d be fucked, completely. And you’d be jeopardizing the mission. 

So now, instead of getting to do your job, you had to change everything about yourself, and go into hiding without letting anyone know for at least a month, doing your best to let the investigation continue without you.

So that’s what you did. Packed up everything into a small suitcase, gave your cat of three years to the girl on the corner, and picked up your last paycheck, before disappearing to god knows where. Running away.  

Sometimes I don't trust myself Cameras on old empty shelves I live inside my brain To make sure I stay sane Good God, I think I need help

You had been fine, really, a month in some small town in the middle of Georgia, nowhere really. You had never been there before, but truthfully it was very peaceful, and across the country from your assignment. You had been there for only a month before Derek Morgan showed up at your door. 

You were in biker shorts, a large sweater for a top–very Princess Diana of you. It was slightly colder, since it was now March, but you weren’t up in the mountains, allowing you to have some sort of reprieve from the freezing winters you used to live with. 

Opening the door made you mad. You were glaring at him, and a man who seemed to be his partner. 

“You need to leave. Now.” You tried to slam the door, but Derek was quicker than you were, pushing the door open causing you to stumble back. Once the two of them were in your house, you quickly shut the door. The blinds and windows were never opened anyways, and the entrances and exits were all locked, save for the front door. 

“Listen here you motherfucker. Do you know how much you’ve ruined my life?! Because I could fucking tear you apart with my bare tee–”

“Woah, woah, calm down there Agent.”

His partner watched as you flinched at the title, having not heard it in over a month. 

“I don’t think you understand. If I’m seen with you here, I’m dead. Three years of my life, down the drain because you couldn’t take no for an answer. Not very consentual of you Derek. Get out of my house.”

His partner spoke up. “Don’t you want to know why we’re here?” 

“Not really, no.” 

“I’m sorry Agent Morgan blew your cover.” said the skinnier of the two, but you didn’t look at him, still glaring at the Agent in question. 

“Thank you so much. That makes everything sooo much better.” 

“We want to put you in protective custody.” 

That got you to tear your eyes away from Derek and look at the other agent. “I’m sorry, who are you?” 

“I-I-I’m Doctor Spencer, uh, Reid.” You raised an eyebrow, curious about his sudden stutter, his sudden nervousness. 

“What, are you not sure?” 

“N-No–Yes, I mean.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Something about flustering Doctor Reid made him seem incredibly endearing, almost cute. But if this was some other life, you meeting him could have been different and under much better circumstances.

“I’m sure that’s my name.” He mumbled, causing Derek to snort at Reid’s inability to look at you again. 

“You think that’s funny Derek? Ruining other people’s day to feel tough?” You crossed your arms, lips pursed, ready to deck this guy in the face. 

“Okay sweetheart—”

Before he could finish even his thought, you had him pinned down on the ground: face down, ass up. His arm was out straight behind him while you had a death grip on his wrist. Your knee was on his back, holding him in place as you whispered in his ear. “Call me sweetheart again and I won’t stop at just the arm lock. We clear?” 

Derek let out a groan and tried to shift under you, but you dug your knee a little further into the point between his shoulder blades. “What was that Agent Morgan?” 

“yes–Yes! Okay, jesus.” He grumbled, sighing in relief as you got off of him, looking over at Spencer. 

“Would you like something to drink, Doctor Reid? I have tea or coffee…water?” 

Spencer was simply dazed with the way you switched between agent and yourself, it was surely some skill you had to pick up while being in deep cover for three years. 

“Spencer?” 

“Y-Yes, sorry. Water would, uh, water would be good. Thank you.” 

That’s when you killed him, stopping his heart in one simple motion. 

It wasn’t even a full one, but the corner of your mouth lifted up, providing him with a glimpse of a genuine smile, a crack in the stone cold facade you placed to protect yourself. He smiled back as Derek got up, rubbing his wrist and grumbling in pain. 

“I assume you like black coffee Agent Morgan.” you called from the kitchen, to which all you got was a grumbled “yes, please.” followed by what seemed like a laugh from Reid. 

Spencer looked around the bare walls, the bare furniture. There were pictures around, sure, but they were of places you had visited, or at least pretended to. There was only one photo frame with a picture of yourself, and based on the edges, he could tell it was folded. From far away it seemed to be just a picture of you; your family hiding in plain sight. 

He picked up the image and tried to determine how old you were. All he knew was that this photo was taken at some sort of wedding. You were laughing, smiling, dancing. 

“I don’t know why I keep that picture anymore.” You spoke softly from the kitchen doorway. “Maybe it’s to remind me that I’m not just an echo of who I was before cover, ya know? I feel like I have to close her off sometimes.” You placed the mug down on the coffee table in front of Derek, along with a packet of sugar. (Derek was astonished that you had managed to deduce that about him). You also placed Spencer’s water down on the coffee table, sitting on the ottoman that was in front of the couch. “Sometimes I don’t trust myself. Feel like I have to keep her with me to make sure I stay sane. Like I constantly have to remind myself that I’m doing this bullshit for a reason.”

“That’s why we’re here.” 

You nodded at Derek, flashing a quick, but hard, smile in his direction. 

“You mentioned Witness Protection?” 

But they say: "oh to be young" Innocent of what's to come

Witness Protection felt like a fucking joke. They had moved you to D.C. so that your favorite, and least favorite, FBI Agents could keep an eye on you. They would check in periodically, calling you from across the same park, walking past you on the street, it was bullshit really. And they had these two idiot, beat cops staying outside of your house each night, with a second undercover bodyguard who followed you around no matter where you went. 

Suddenly you were more paranoid than before because now you knew people were watching you. Just because they claimed to be the good guys didn’t ease any sort of panic you felt. 

Good was subjective. Good for who?

But It was lonely. You were bored. 

You were young. You were hot. You wanted to go out. 

Obviously this was immediately vetoed by your favorite FBI agent, who was no longer your favorite at the moment. 

“You’re ridiculous if you think you’re losing your tail and sneaking off to a club. That is so unsafe Y/N. Do you even know how many people get kidnapped from clubs, especially women? It’s the perfect hunting grounds for rapists and killers and—”

“So come with me.” You bit the side of your cheek, trying not to smile too heavily at yourself in the mirror as you continued to fix up your hair. 

“Absolutely not.” 

“Why not? You get to personally guarantee my safety, plus, you don’t have to drink. You can just be my chaperone. Please Spencer! I haven’t been allowed to go out for the past three and a half years.” 

You continued on when he started to protest again. “I’m going out Spence. Whether you come is completely up to you.” 

You took his prolonged silence as a victory. “Pick me up at 9 then Lover Boy.” You went to hang up the phone before quickly throwing in a “No sweater vests!”

Oh, to be beautiful, each mistake excusable Give into sweet temptation

Somewhere in between the phone calls and the quick brushes past one another, you had fallen for Spencer. The attention to detail, the way he knew everything under the sun and yet nothing at all, the way he would swipe his hand over yours as he sat on a park bench next to you, two companions posing as strangers. 

He would tell you the most fantastical stories, most of which came from what his mother used to read to him. Listening to the way he spoke, the way he would ramble on about anything you could possibly image. You could hear him sighing now, fantasizing about the night to come, the date you had set up for the both of you. He was never one to make the first move.

Which is why you suddenly became nervous at the idea of Spencer seeing you like this. Party girl outfit, hair done, makeup perfectly executed, tits out. Was this who you even were? What if Spencer saw you dressed like this and realized you were just some regular girl, and not this person he had been talking to for the past six months.

It’s not like you had time to change, considering there was knocking at your door, causing you to quickly exit the bedroom and open the door. 

 You barely had time to register who it was before a cloth was pressed over your mouth, and suddenly the world was black. 

So, tell me what do I do? Am I just playing a fool? That never learned to grow old And still has no self-control

Warm. It was too warm. Your eyelids were heavy, and you couldn’t bring yourself to open them just yet, but it felt like you were back in the southwest. Your wrists tried to circle, but failed stunningly considering they were zip tied behind your back on whatever shitty wooden chair you were stuck on. 

“She’s alive!” goosebumps. Your body entered fight or flight mode, immediately causing your eyes to pop open, squinting until they adjusted to the shitty lighting. 

“Safya.” You mumbled. “Long time, no see.” 

“You look so good dearest. What were your plans? Night on the town with that sweet Doctor?” 

You didn’t react, only looking straight ahead at her, mentally preparing yourself for whatever she was about to throw at you. 

“Don’t worry Y/N, we’ll get you to talk soon enough. You had to have assumed we would find you, I mean really. How foolish did you become? And lacking in such self control–it’s embarrassing.” 

You felt your entire world crumble, dissolve into nothingness. But your face stayed motionless, betraying nothing. All you could do was hope that Spencer was not far behind them, dealing with whatever it was that you had managed to get yourself into. 

I know what everybody knows Die young or you can grow old Until they bury you six below

There was a joke you had with your dad growing up: “Die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.” He would crack that joke at you when you would shit on his old people music or when he would take away your phone because you were grounded. 

Part of you had never fully understood the meaning of the phrase until tonight. 

Your face was pristine, not a scar on it. 

The rest of your body? The same could not be said. 

It ached. You were exhausted. And somehow you barely remembered any of it, just knowing that sometimes she would use knives, other times you wouldn’t be so lucky. 

So when she placed the gun against your head, standing off against the BAU, you finally got it. The trauma, the scars, the emotional devastation. 

Even worse, you sighed out of relief when she did.

She had spent over thirty hours torturing you, except you had no idea of what day it even was, considering you were halfway here, mind retreating in on itself.

You had been investigating Safya for her innate tortures of those close to her–it’s why you were undercover in the first place. The deaths surrounding her were all genuine suicides, she would never touch them after they were released from the warehouse. But their tragic end was posted in the morning edition several days later. 

“It’s over.” You heard some man’s voice call out. It was stern. It sounded authoritative. If you wanted to open your eyes, you would’ve watched as the agents attempted to distract the woman, holding you tightly against her own body. 

It felt nice to stand after so long, your legs barely supporting you. The stinging sensation of the cuts and burns melded with the sensation of your legs waking up. Your mind was enjoying the feeling. Some sort of fucked up post-torture torture, enjoying the fact that you could still feel your legs. 

People were talking across you, but all you could do was fall into your mind further. This was a win-win for you. Safya shoots you, and boom–dead. Safya doesn’t surrender, and the likelihood of you being in the firing range, boom—dead. At least you’d be able to rest then, finally able to let the ache in your bones, in your mind rest. 

But then you heard his voice. 

That same voice that had kept you sane while you were hiding away from the world. The same voice that provided the only routine you were allowed. The same voice that talked to you from sundown to sun up, letting you relish in the knowledge he carried with him.

Spencer.

It was somehow still soft, but you could tell he was very serious at the moment. You aren’t sure what he said, but you started to laugh. It started small, your mouth twitching and laughing through your nose, but it grew and grew, until suddenly you were almost doubled over in laughter. 

The entire room was silent, except for the sound of you losing your mind. 

Safya released her hold on you, letting you drop to the floor, a small smirk across her face as the gun clattered to the ground. 

What a sight you must’ve been, barely holding your chest up with your arms, laughing maniacally into the ground. 

She had broken you. 

The smirk didn’t leave her face as SSA Derek Morgan roughly placed cuffs on her wrists and shoved her out of the warehouse. 

Your laughing didn’t stop for another whole minute. And Spencer waited. He sat next to you as your laughs slowly turned into sobs and your whole body collapsed into him. Your blood was all over the floor, all over the tools on the table she had, all over you. But he didn’t care. 

He just held you as you cried and cried into him, eventually willing to let the EMTs take a look at you, on the condition that Spencer held your hand the entire time. 

Once you were out of the warehouse, and stuck snugly in the back of a large, black SUV, Spencer beside you, you leaned your head against the window. There was no recognition as cars passed by, no jumping when horns blared, you just sat still, mind far off. 

Spencer held your hand the entire ride, but it didn’t feel like enough to bring that girl back you once knew. It didn’t feel like living was worth anything now that she had disappeared from your view. 

You saw the photo burn in your mind, watching as the flames consumed your smile, leaving you with nothing but a pile of ash and the pieces of a mind that might not ever be placed back together again. 

So you lived, but at what cost? 

Live long enough to tell your sons Things you learned when you were young So maybe I can have some self-control

Years later, you would sit in your new apartment, watching the sunset with a mug in your hands and a blanket around your arms. You unconsciously ran a hand up and down your thigh, feeling the healed marks and the scars that added texture in a place that should have felt smooth. 

Something in the sky told you the day would not stay as beautiful as it had started. Your phone beeped, a message from Spencer. 

He checked in with you every night he wasn’t home with you, letting you know he was okay, letting you know he was coming home to you. You quickly sent a text back, telling him you were excited for him to return tomorrow. 

You heard the footsteps before you saw the person they belonged to. Your name was said softly as you placed your phone down on the counter, picking up the little boy, who was still half asleep, wrapped in his dinosaur pajamas and dinosaur blanket. 

“What’s up bud.” You whispered, trying your best at the moment, considering your mind was somewhere far far away. 

What he ended up mumbling out was some varying words that eventually amalgamated to the fact that he couldn’t sleep. 

You nodded and kissed his head. “Want a story?” 

You felt his head nod as he curled into you, not three years old and still so small. You picked him up, carrying him back to his room, and placing him in his bed. You adjusted his nightlight, before picking up one of the thousands of books Spencer had gotten for your son. 

Once he was sound asleep, you placed a soft kiss on the crown on his head, and slowly snuck out of the room, leaving the door open a crack in case that story ended up not sufficing. 

You heard your phone go off, quietly running to pick it up before your child woke up again. 

“Hello?”

“She’s escaped” 

The exhale you let out was a shaky one. 

Spencer had been there to hand you piece after piece as you slowly placed yourself together again. He was there when you screamed in the middle of the night, and he was there when your eyes would flare dangerously with something more than hatred for the woman who had caused you such grief. You still barely wore skirts or shorts, opting to cover every inch you could whenever possible. Spencer watched as you struggled to stay put, mind wandering as far as it could. 

“Y/N?”

“Sorry. Sorry. Just…”

“I know. Spencer is flying home as we speak. I still wanted to call and let you know before hand. Just, uh…You know.” 

“Thanks Derek. I’ll see you soon.” 

It felt wicked. The smile that spreads across your face. And it felt even more devious when you pulled the bottle of champagne off of the shelf it was so beautifully perched on, waiting for a special occasion to pop its cork. 

You didn’t even grab a glass as you looked in the mirror, barely recognizing the person staring back at you. You toasted to yourself, swinging out of the bottle, enjoying as the bubbles slid down your throat as you pulled a chair out into the hallway. You unlocked the top cabinet above the fridge where your son could never reach, and pulled out the gun you used all those years ago. 

Sitting in front of the only door in or out, all windows locked. Your safety was off, and the champagne made you feel invincible as you stared at the door, just waiting for her to knock on your door again, giving you the satisfaction of the opportunity to hurt her the same way she had hurt you. 

Self control had never been your strong suit anyways. 

Live long enough to tell your sons Things you learned when you were young So maybe I can have some self-control

#x reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid angst #spencer reid x reader angst #spencer reid x reader fluff #dr spencer reid x reader #spencer reid oneshot #Spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid drabble #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x self insert

[darklyndivinely]

For The Rest of My Life

Fandom - Obey Me!

Pairing - Lucifer x gn!reader

Summary - Lucifer proposes to you.

Warnings - Fluff, Suggestive content, marriage proposal, kissing.

Wordcount - 580+

A/N - Happy belated birthday to my favourite boi. The original plan was to write something angsty, it turned out fluffy instead. Just wanted to say that I really appreciate everyone who interacts with my posts, especially all the reblogs and tags. Y'all keep me sane, y'know. Hope you like this!

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The door clicks shut with a relieving finality. You discard your jacket and shoes, sighing at the lessened weight and stretch your tired body. Lucifer encircles your figure from behind, familiar and imposing, and nuzzles into your neck with a deep inhale. A smile pulls at your lips. You entangle a hand in his hair, resting your head back against his shoulder.

“This might be my favourite part of today,” he breathes, beginning to pepper kisses on your skin.

You release a shuddering breath when he teases the sharp of his canine against your collarbone, and turn, capturing his lips in a desperate kiss. His hand presses against your waist, sending a flutter through your stomach as he draws your body closer.

You fist the collar of his shirt, still trying to capture the full taste of the Demonus on his tongue and shift your weight on the balls of your feet. Take me to bed, the action means. But Lucifer pulls away, satiating your chasing lips with a chaste peck, and rests his forehead against yours. You gulp in deep breaths to calm your breathing, and cup his face, tilting his head to gaze at him, and tenderly swipe at his cheekbone. Everything ok?

Lucifer’s eyes flick between yours, searching, thinking; twice, thrice. “I have something for you.”

“What is it?”

He pulls away, straightens his collar, and smoothes his shirt. His hands are shaking, you notice. As he slowly digs into his pockets, anxiety coalesces in your throat. What is he doing?

Lucifer pulls out a small red box and your heart lurches to your stomach. Gently, he lowers to a knee, eyes fixated on your face and flicks the box open. It’s an elegant ring, simple and sober, crafted richly and thoughtfully. You stare at it, thoughts slowing as if immersed in quicksand.

“I know that I am not always very forthcoming with my feelings,” he starts. “Since you’ve arrived at Devildom I have only let you down, hurt you and underestimated you. I have been the worst version of myself to you. But these years that we’ve spent together, they’ve changed me. You’ve changed me. You have become an integral part of my life, of my family, of me. You have come to mean to me more than I had ever thought possible. I can’t imagine a universe where we don’t belong together... I love you. If you’d let me, I would like to love you for the rest of my life... Marry me, please.”

“Lucifer...” 

You stare into his eyes, looking at you with such hope and love. How many people had Lucifer knelt for? How many had he professed his love for?

“I love you too,” you say, feeling your heart lighting up with the words. “Yes. Yes. I’d love to marry you.”

Lucifer smiles, bright and wide, the shine of a thousand suns in his joy. The most beautiful creature to exist, indeed. He extracts the ring and slides it on your finger, snug and perfect. You stare at it, overjoyed, and meet Lucifer’s kiss halfway.

“I love you,” he says, kissing you so fervently. “I love you, I love you, I love you so fucking much.”

This time there’s no need for you to indicate anything to him. He leads your figures backwards and onto the bed himself to make do on his vow to love you for the rest of his life.

You laugh against his lips, electricity in your veins. “I love you too, Lucifer.”

Taglist: @w01f2 @lilactaro

#lucifer x you #lucifer fluff #lucifer x reader #lucifer x gn!reader #lucifer avatar of pride #lucifer #omswd lucifer #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me! #obey me #obey me lucifer #om! lucifer #shall we date lucifer #darkly and divinely written

[inslumber]

Hello!

So I feel like i should probably address the Voidbeau account thing since it seems like some of you have been wondering about it.

For those who have no idea and don't care, you may keep scrolling lmaooo.

Anyway!!!

First of all I want to say, sorry if I worried anyone! I genuinely didn't think anyone would notice if I'm being quite honest.

Secondly, it was a spur of the moment action based on something I've been thinking of doing as far back as December.

I've wanted to take a break from the Fandom for a really, REALLY long time.

It's been doing crazy things to my head space. Both good and bad.

First of all, y'all have been great. So super cool and supportive, I can't thank y'all enough!!! ^^

I've been able stay on top of my art better than I have in years and it's so nice. The Fandom has kept me sane while I flounder irl with mental health issues and other fun real world Beau problems.

Problem is, my anxiety- among other things, likes to take a big fat dump on anything i do for myself. So while I was thriving for a while, what was once something that was helping me turned into the thing eating me alive.

I started to feel like I needed to do better and better eveytime, to the point where my own standards were set to unreachable heights. I became obsessed with validation via notes. I started to hate my own work. I felt like I wasn't good enough and I realized like, man this isn't fun anymore...

I got so stuck in this cycle of unhealthy thinking but if I tried to take a break I'd only be able to stay logged out for maybe a day. If even that.

I felt so anxious if I wasn't creating. I was so restless all the time and I felt if I wasn't working on the next project I'd "fall behind" or something silly like that.

It was very strange to say the least.

So finally what happened after months of struggling with it, I just kind of woke up and was like, "fuck it. I'm pulling the plug." And I deleted VoidBeau.

I do kind of regret it.

So many headcannons lost and asks unanswered.

I wish I had saved them somewhere.

Oh well. We can rebuild.

Eventually.

For now, consider me still on break for a while while I beat my demons into submission. And if/when I do come back- which I probably will cause my brain is still being eaten alive by twomp thoughts, I won't be doing it here. This is just some throw away side account to sort of announce that I'm still breathing.

My main is @hereliesbou

I might still upload art from time to time but for now I'll just be focusing on ocs or different Fandoms.

But twomp is still the #1 fandom of my heart.

So for now in terms of twomp...

I am, In Slumber.

See you next time! o/

#is on vacation #😎 #love y'all #also sorry if anyone has ever #tried to reach out to get to know me #im hard to talk to #its the signature #social anxiety cock block #im either nervously awkward #or i dont say anything #no inbetween #im working on it #the thoughts are very noisy #when they tell me #people secretly hate me #and im learning how to shut them up still #ok bye fer real #voidbeau #twomp #i guess lol

[x-heesy]

Intomybloodysoul ✔️

Gimme a second to get me a breath and a pic of this moment to show

I'm an omen of death, and I'm blessing the one and the eight and the seven

'Til nobody left, see that Grey, the inventor of madness a bitch in the back of my whip

And it's crashing inside of my cabin, I'm planning, attacking a pack of some crack

And I'm playing, I go for the bottle instead of my nostril my genie the devil

He keeping me level, I wishing for better, he got me a shovel to bury me under

And I don't give fuck about dying at all

I can't live sober

Got in over my head

No one can tell me

I'm not misnomered

Not looked over

So underrated

So slept on that

I woke up with a god-damn pillow for a head

Smoking all day, take a pill and then I bed

Riding with Zed, got Water to my left

Odiato boutta whip us off a god-damn bridge, I'm gone

Ay, yo, let me call you back

I'm listening to this Saliva shit

Boy, this shit going tough!

Bust yo motherfuckin head

With a motherfuckin sledge

I'ma eat yo fucking soul

With the fork up in my hand

I got big hoes, no simp though

You follow the trail of my weed smoke

And my pistol make six holes

Too sick, though my mental

Don't like me, don't like you

Solo 'til I bloom

I no sober, roll over

Froze over my tomb and I

Ascend to the sky

Soaking up rain 'til the world is on fire

Fuck all this rapping, I'm 'bout to retire

All of y'all copy shit like an imposter

And I'm on my lava shit, world an apocalypse

So I be cocky and flaming humanity

I don't want nobody visit my grave or my tomb when rot and I soak into death, uh

Kill it the villain, the murder, I feel it

And I am the ceiling, I'm high, I'm acidic

I pull up with the motherfucker zed

I pull up and a motherfucker dead

I don't really want no fame, no cash, no sane

I'ma get it and get it and I'ma go Cobain

I'ma zip it and zip it 'cause I done upped my weight

I got everything I want and I'ma cut my vein, yeah, uh

I don't like talking that shit

Walking that bitch like a bark on my wrist

187, that murderous shit

And I know you ain't heard of us yet, we impeccable

Next to nobody, we puffin the chemicals

Scraping residual, loving the fear I form

I am the final formation of drooling depression, I turned into grey, uh

@len0r @frenchpsychiatrymuderedmycnut @seanisnothing

Gimme a Second by Saliva Grey #genius

#wonderful I could cry #im freaking the fuck out #endless repeating #gif mood board #mood In between #2/2024 #Gimme a Second #saliva grey #dark rap #trap music #musick #x-heesy #fucking favorite #music #now playing #spotify #Rap #music and art #Intomysoul #on and on and on and ​on and on and on and #deepdarkanddangerous

[spacefunclubs]

Actually makes me so upset looking up YouTube and Twitter in the Doctor Who and David Tennant tags and seeing so many transphobes and bigoted losers complain about the latest specials being "woke" over that small scene of Fourteen asking the Meep its pronouns and the metacrisis resolution between Donna and Rose.

It's actually so disheartening, seeing so many people missing the fucking point of Doctor Who, and these are also the same people who shat on Jodie's entire run bc BWAAAA, WAHMAN NO BE DOCTOR!!1!1! and lord knows what's gonna happen when Ncuti's run finally begins and what he'll have to endure with these bigoted losers with a huge ass victim complex. Doctor Who is a show that has been vocally anti-fascist since the beginning with episodes reflecting the UK recovering from the effects of WWII with the Daleks being a metaphor for Nazis, feminism, or hell, even episodes in the new run of Doctor Who way back when it started in 2005 talking about themes of slavery, government corruption, and even subtle LGBT+ themes with Jack Harkness being an openly flirtatious bisexual, Bill Potts being openly lesbian, and hell, even Martha being the first black companion in Doctor Who history (Bill being the second). Not to mention the Twelfth Doctor, who these "fans" claim they stopped watching the show after he regenerated but completely gloss over this fact, sucker punching a racist who was harassing Bill. Not to mention the Doctor as a whole character growing more love and empathy with every new regeneration and not being afraid to emotionally express themselves with love instead of having to hide it, something these "fans" fail to have or even see and understand. So yeah, your "pwecious wittle show" has always been this way, believe it or not!!

And I am SO tired of seeing posts of these bigots asking how much David Tennant got paid for saying that pronoun line or even seeing dumbass video thumbnails of David Tennant saying stupid shit like "RIP DOCTOR WHO" when these assholes gloss over the fact that not only would his character (or any incarnation of the Doctor in general) would HATE these types of people, but also David in general. This whole year, he has been openly showing his support for the LGBT+ community, ESPECIALLY trans and nonbinary folks, between pride pins, the "Leave Trans Kids Alone" shirt, and even voicing his support at certain conventions. AND not to mention his lips were on Michael Sheen in the last season of Good Omens this summer (and his character being a genderfluid demonic entity similar to the Doctor) AND even WAY before that (Richard II) AND playing a trans woman A WHOLE 3 decades ago WAY BEFORE his Doctor Who fame. So no, he wasn't paid to do this shit, he's been doing this for FREE, which is what it costs y'all to not be an asshole. And, not to boast, but when I met him at New York Comic Con last month, I felt so safe around him even with just those few moments when I met him. He's the most kind, humble, gentle hearted soul on this planet and basically the only celebrity I stan bc of all this, so no, I don't think he would support your ideals bc you're just sad and pathetic chronically online cry babies that never felt a touch of a real person.

So fucking tired of dudebros feeling like they're entitled to their "pwecious wittle show" over being "woke" (which BTW, that word has been so overused to death, I don't even think these people know what it even means anymore and just use it as a meaningless insult) when really, they're just coping and seething over the fact that this show ain't for them and wanna be angry for the sake of being angry. So by all means, fuck off and take your anger elsewhere bc we clearly don't need it and it's making me and every other sane fan uncomfortable with your unprovoked anger. It's a trend that I've seen grow between this fandom, the Star Wars fandom, or any other geek-centric fandom online ever since Trump was in power, and it's really sad to see this type of bigotry grow in fan spaces like this. Y'all are better than this, get some help.

#sammy rambles #sammy rants #doctor who spoilers #'oh sammy just ignore it!' nah man i'm pissed. and i have and tried to laugh it off with these losers being losers and now it's just.. ugh. #bonus food for thought: “they're forcing it down our throats!!1!1!1!” good!! hope y'all fucking choke on it too!!! #not bothering to put a read more on this i'm fucking pissed #doctor who #david tennant

[xotomesimpx]

MHA Characters x Sick y/n

So the title says it all. After dishing out some angst here and there I thought to add some fluff/comfort. Also i thought up this post since I am sick myself. (Covid ofc -_-) But yeah MHA characters react to you being sick. Also by sick I don't mean covid like me right now I won't do y'all like that.

Also to make it interesting I will rate each of them on how good they do when it comes to comforting someone who is sick. Just to make it interesting.

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Izuku

At first can not tell if you are really sick or not. But after a while and seeing symptoms he is like "Oh dang y/n you're sick?!"

Keeps a close eye on you every-now and then or sends you texts telling you to drink water or ask if you took any medicine and to just check up on you while he is out and you are back at home or the dorms resting.

Once he is back he gives you some snacks from school to cheer you up. And offers to help go over some of the stuff you missed in class today if you need it.

"What do you mean you don't want to get me sick? I can never get sick of you y/n." He tries to laugh it off but becomes a complete stammering mess. "I thought it would be a good joke or- no, you being sick is not a joke or-"

Genuinely he just wanted to cheer you up and make sure you are taking care of yourself. Recovery can be hard and bothersome no matter what it is. Take it from him Izuku Midori-ya my bones broken.

All in all 10/10 best way to comfort a sick person/friend etc. Also really sweet when it comes to giving you things to cheer you up a little and help catch you up on anything you missed.

Bakugo

You can't tell me he is that one friend that is like "You are sick what the fuck do you want me to do about it?" Or he scolds you claiming "I bet you don't wash your hands enough smh!"

But then a good twenty minutes later who is knocking at your door with a bag of cans of soup and extra medicine? "Shut up!- These are were just extra in the cabinet and were going to go bad soon."

Or guess who is texting your phone a little too frequently cause they secretly miss you or worried about you? (He does not even mention how you are doing just talks random stuff.)

Yeah, him.

Also don't worry too much about the chores you might miss or don't get to he already secretly did them or will do them if he notices. "Oi why the hell are you vacuuming the common room?!! You are doing it wrong idiot give me that!" . (And if anyone points it out or says anything about it they will die!!!) And yes he does know you can vacumm properly but he needed an excuse to do it himself.

In total he is a 7.5-8/10 the yelling of this Pomeranian is hard enough on your typical school day. But if you are sick this man is both you peace but also your living migraine. And the messages from scared or concerned classmates telling you to "I know you are sick but come back and get your mans" have not been comforting.

Kirishima

Sends you lots of food or snack to feel better. Since eating helps keeps your strength up or however he says it.

Honestly one of the most sane on how to deal with you being sick along with Deku.

Sick or not that is not stopping him from wanting to hang out with you a little. After he gets done training he comes in your dorm so you both can at least chill and watch a movie or do whatever else you want.

"I was not sure what movie to pick so I got The Terminator, Rocky, and Twilight..Hm? Oh yeah the last one was not mine I borrowed it from Bakugo earlier."

He would also fill you in a little on any school tea/drama if anything went on. He also offers to do some of your chores or does a few if you ask him.

If you try to push him away or worry about getting him sick. He WILL give you puppy eyes for a few seconds. Before giving you a shark tooth grin "Well it is not manly to leave one of your pals sick all alone. Plus it can be like training for my immune system!" (He would also miss being away from you for a long time. Let him hang around you for a bit.

A solid 10/10 as well maybe a 9.5 depending on how you yourself feel about the slight clinginess. But other than that wanting to stick by with you making sure you are not alone or bored is reassuring.

Todoroki

Also does not notice at first glance if you are sick until you or someone else mentions it. "Sick? From what?" This dude will ask you questions about your health that you do not even know the answer to.

In the past he has made a special stash of ice packs he keeps frozen. So feel free to take one if you need to.

Other than that for the most part he never knew how to deal with stuff like this (you know cause childhood and all) But he will do his best and if you say or mention you need something. Then he will make sure you have it or it gets done.

"I heard you only ever really take this medicine so I got it for you."

Will also give you soba or a small gift to cheer you up. "I never really knew how to treat someone who is sick. Am I doing it right?"

Trying his best 9/10 he might not be all that enthusiastic or anything. And he also may or may not have slipped up and said some out of pocket stuff "So if you are sick do you need euthanasia...?" "Todoroki, that is when you mercy kill someone, they don't need that!" "...I thought it was a type of medicine."

I also feel like he would low key be a bit of a germaphobe. I don't know why. Partly due to him just growing up in a wealthy family or something. So expect to see him spraying or wiping everything you touch.

Denki

"Aw what you get to miss classes, no fair" He is a bit sour about that and would miss you in class too. He would every now and then send you positive memes and get well memes. Tries to think of a way for you to take the notes in class if you are not in class.

"Denki, why are you getting up class is not over?" Aizawa watched as Denki just set his phone on the teacher's desk. Everyone stiffled dry laughs thinking he put it there to not get in trouvle for being on his phone. "Y/n said they wanted to take down the notes while they are here." Glancing over Aizawa saw you on the phone screen and hummed "Hmm alright then."

Once school was over he made a B-line to your dorm to check on you. And talk about his day, the stuff he saw, the things he did. Literally everything and anything until he noticed that rambling a lot probably was draining you a little. So he mellowed out.

"Since you pretty much finished all the work you needed. Thanks to you know who, that means we can hangout you know when!"

Played video games with you and would lose (Totally not on purpose... Yeah it was on purpose for almost all the rounds.) but he would lose for you any day or on repeat if it meant making you feel better.

"Say so since you are sick do you think you can sneeze on me? A test is coming up in a few days. You will be better by then and all but I don't want to be." Mans tries to get himself sick to skip out on school smh. He may try and do a chore for you if you ask. But other than that probably not. And he also would call you randomly in the middle of the to make sure you're not dead. (Yeah this head cold is killer Denki, my limbs are falling oof now let me sleep.)

Solid 7/10 Does not do as much as hopes or you might have anticipated for but he did at least come clutch on help you get your notes however you need it. He struggles with grades and school as is and he ain't letting his homies struggle the way he does.

Sero

"Lmao imagine getting sick. Sucks to suck." He is being sarcastic of course when he says stuff like this. But he still takes care of you well. Will bring you soup and at least talk to you to keep you company. Expect a lot of jokes, bad and good ones.

"Hey... You know what sick rhymes with?"

"Dis dic-"

His number one goal is to make you smile. So be prepared for him to also sometimes get himself into a little but of trouble here and there. Mans would try and make Bakugo blow up at him. (we appreciate the sacrifice)

He would pitch in and help you with some of your chores.

At some point he just comes in your room and gives you food. And the tasted salty as fuck. Of course you told him and he was like "They say that you being sick means someone is messing with your energy. Eating salty stuff will protect you." Also this man blows Poly Santo smoke on you.

Yeah this mfer cleanses your and your damn room. It seems weird at first but when you ask him about it. It is just sometings his mom did for him as a kid. And he makes you play music in your room. Not sad music or anything but up beat music to fill in the space.

Gets a good 10/10 this man is not leaving any room for slip ups when it comes to you being sick. He will help you out physically, mentally, spiritually whatever. Yes those corny ass joke be annoying af at times but honestly anybody would take that over how some of these other people be acting.

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A/n: I kind of sprinkled in some of my own low key headcannons in here to kind of beef this post up a little. Let me know what you guys think and since I am gonna be stuck quarantining for a while feel free to send me a request or two. I do have another headcannon post coming up but I won't spoil it too much other than them dealing with kids. And it won't be your average type of them reacting to y/n being pregnant or whatever you got thinking.

But yeah hope you enjoyed the post and this is also giving me a a few other thoughts and headcannons to add and post for the future. I definitely feel like Sero is low key kind of spiritual. Not in that "Tik tok" kind of spiritual. But I mean like "My mama said if I don't do x,y,z in that order then a monster will eat me and my future kids." And he sometimes just throws salt in certain parts of the dorms.

#mha x reader #mha todoroki #mha kirishima #mha bakugou #my hero academia #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugo katsuki #shoto torodoki #izuku midoryia #ejiro kirishima #denki kaminari #hanta sero

[boxwinebaddie]

when you feel up to it, can you let us know how the rest of the ravesey hate went?

hello, my darling!

yes, i can!

i will, however, just to keep myself sane and my fingers from hurting, have to give these updates to you...in parts.

i am predicting to finish the ravesey hate, i will need at least four parts. this is part one. it is not written very formally at all, it's spelled very wrong and is kind of a mess. but it's info!!! and i hope it thrills u! these updates and the lore means a lot to me <3 so i really really hope that you like it. please *rp vc* let me know if it pleases and sparkles.

but now,

without further ado...

please enjoy the worst part of your day,

and rem(ember )

to smile, pendejo ;)

okay, so Technically chapter six was supposed to end with this dialogue, but i was under a lot of duress writing chapter six because i was trying to rush it out ( of anxiety ) so i didn't have time to write or develop the bottom actions or dialogue.

ergo, this is how lucky ( or unlucky who knows? not you guys yet ;) ehehe ) rm chapter 7 starts out. ( i will re-link 6 for y'all soon...i still kind of hate the way it's written and y'all were not supposed to get ravenstan pov this early, but the context is important and stan was so fucking cute in it like he's so pathetic and dorky, i'm luv him c': )

anYWays! context for this dialogue is kyle setting his phone up to surprise facetime ike, but instead of kyle answeing it, it's raven ;)

nOT THE FOOT CREAM LMAOOOOO *jersey vc* it'S ORTHOPEDIC!!! >://// screaming crying n throwing up!!!!

which is what ike and co. are doing!!!

they are in ikes bedroom, which is FULL of cd stuff, btw.

there's a poster of old og cd on the wall because they haven't taken new promotional pictures so i think it's kenny with slightly shorter...black hair? or some kind of undercut moment? ( i canonized asian kenny btw they are fione as hell pls kiss me ken ), jimmy in the skull shirt w the drum stick behind his ear, thot foulkinson w/ foreboding fuccboi energies and raven of crimson dawn ofc, his hair is red which u know indicates manic episode!rae he's sticking his tongue out w the silver ringed, nail poilsh fingers bent into the rock&roll symbol, fishnet shirt...u know the drill, he looks like a wh0re.

but yes, so they're in ikes crimson dawn shrine bedroom, there's four other kids with him whose names we do not know. so we have ike, who i will describe in a second, we have a gothy boy sitting next to kyle with jet black hair, black lipstick, eyeliner, the whole shebang. we have a girl with red hair -- she seems quieter and studious. there is a girl with dirty blonde hair and she seems very vivacious and bubbly. she is smiling very wide and waving. and there is a popular blonde boy in a letterman jacket, scowling, looking unimpressed by this surprise celebrity guest appearance. i am sure you have ur guesses.

anyways x 2 kyle is about to strangle ike and try to justify his freaking lame ass embarassing ass Orthopedic Foot Cream delivery when he stops mid word, leaning in, hand on hip, eyes wide, Mad As Hell, like "isaac moisha broflovski WHAT THE HELL DIDJA DO TO YA HAIR?!"

because, girls, gays and theys...ike broflovski's hair...

is bleached raven of crimson dawn...Blonde. ;)

so ike is giving mini raven of crimson dawn, he is wearing the old crimson dawn teeshirt with the blood moon rising on it, even did raven's really bad chrome nail polish. tbh he looks more punk rock than the kid sittin next to him who is def more trad, romantic goth.

but yes, ike tells kyle he literally Just Did It while they were waiting for a part of their project to come together ( it does involve cd later, but not at this very moment ) and kyle is grilling the living shit out of him Older Brother Style all like mom is going to kill you and put your head on a spike, ike!!! i cannot believe you!!! this is sooooo...

and ravenstan is like "SICK, dude!" then kyle gives ravenstan the scary ass new jersey forest green laser eyes and stan as raven gulps and is like "Sick...ening. I am...Sickened, Ike. That is very irresponsible of you!" like mouthing 'i'm lying, so cool' winking at the camera jshdjsahdl stopping every time kyle looks over...smh they're married.

also i said Stan As Raven because jerseykyle notices that raven of crimson dawn immediately sounds like the guy that hit on him at the concert again in front of everyone. he does not sound like the cute, super embarrassed, flustery boy that was falling all over himself and advocating for plant rights. like, he switched up the second that camera came on. rae is also nervously fidgeting with his dress pants and breathing laboriously. additionally, he's taking Very Large swigs of his box wine in a...way that is...Concerning...like its a coping mech.

jersey kyle is sussed out by this, both the voice thing and ravenstan's pretty habitual drinking/how that seems to relax him immediately. the voice thing he assumes was just a weird fluke or something, kyle figures he imagined it anyways because raven kind of sounded like stan for a second which, clearly was a ptsd hallucination bc evil raven of crimson dawn...is not his wonderful, lovely stanley marsh...clearly.

also, why the fuck does he care about raven of crimson dawn??? he does Not care about crimson dawn obviously! he sips his wine lmao

okay, moving right along, raven of cd tells kyle...sigh...doing the voice committing to the bit smh...that he heard that it's ike's birthday, and while he'd love to give him vip tickets for him and the other five to one of his new york shows/fly them out free of charge n have them stay in the crimson dawn manwhoresion like a spooky haunted hotel.

i'll give you details on the cd manwhoresion in a diff post because there's a chapter that takes place largely within it for...Reasons.

but yes, he Wants to do that!!! however, all the shows around there are 18+ and its ike's seventeenth bday ( he's a little younger than everyone else bc he's a genius like kyle and skipped a grade ) and ravenstan doesn't want him to miss Hannukah.

( which, yes kyle does think its kind of sweet that raven must have remembered that kyle said that he was jewish and also that he cared that ike spent that time with his family...raven of crimson dawn does take another large box wine swig when talking about family...lol rip )

i also do think he slips a little...when i tell y'all stan is not that good at pretending to not know who kyle is like, smh, even if i didn't tell y'all that, you probably would have figured it out...but he basically says something like Your Mom Would Totally Go Postal

and kyle is like uhhhh how do you know that? and hes like AHAHAHAHA well you said she'd be mad about lil bro's blonde hair! trying to back pedal ohhhh my god. that placates kyle only slightly.

but they are moving right along, too fast to dwell on anything, also this is about ike...not them. speaking of ike tho, he seems super bummed and is like "i don't need to spend hannukah here!!! lmao!!! kyles not even coming like he misses it every year anyways!" totally throws kyle under the bus to spend time w/ celebPretty raven smhh

buuuuuut x2 ( and its a big butt if ur kyle <3 ) raven of cd is like "well, don't worry he's gonna be there, because i had a back up plan." and raven of cd whips out this piece of paper and winks and waves it. ike and goth boys eyes widen like they know Exactly what that is omg.

in the raven of cd voice he starts reading:

"dear crimson dawn ( especially raven ),

stan totally winks at him and kyle rolls his eyes lol.

the letter then goes onto explain that his birthday is coming up and more importantly, it's his winter formal. and that every year, the same super whack band from when his dad was in high school plays at their show. its a bunch of old dudes who totally do not shred. ike says that it's probably a long shot and that raven and cd are super famous and doing super cool, super famous band boy things, but asks him if they'd be willing to play at their high school's winter formal.

he also says that he has a big crush on someone and was working up the nerve to ask them...there is a gendered word on there...ike looks distressed like omg pls don't say it and raven just winks @ him again.

( i love you, ravenstan omg. )

and speaking, ofc, of lovely ravenstan, he tells ike that Crimson Dawn Will Be There, Little Man. Rock And Roll. Ur Only Seventeen Once. ;)

he also says that he's gonna fly kyle and the blondies squad out with them...you know...so now kyle can be with his family on hannukah.

very generous, raven! thank you! KYLE IS FREAKING OUT HES LIKE HELL NO HELL NO ABSOLUTELY THE FUCK NOT!!!! and raven is like woops too late, adios, amigos! and remember its always darkest...

*ike and squad vc* Before Crimson Dawn!!!!

ravenstan hangs up and kyle is trying to KILL him like are you fucking Insane??? you can't just play at my little brother's winter formal??? and raven stan is like...oh i think i can, new jersey! also he's fkn right bc kyle's totally stuck going now bc ike looked super excited and raven basically told ike that kyle would be there...fml.

but ravenstan is like "Speaking Of New Jersey, i will have those tickets booked for a week before the dance so you have time to be with your family/settle in..." kyle cuts him off by laughing and ravenstan is like metal eyebrow raise "what's so funny" and kyle is like "you think ike lives in new jersey?" and raven like *squints more* "you literally have a new jersey accent, new jersey? don’t you..."

and kyle is like "i did live in jersey, crow, but when i graduated high school and started college, my family had no reason to stay up there anymore ( doesn't explain ), plus my dad got a Business Opportunity. so they moved back home..."

"To South Park, Colorado."

ANDDDD LHDSHDLSHDk OHHHHH MY FUCKING GOD!!!! when i tell you ravenstan was STRESSED!!!!! he was like wtfwtfwtf like internally screaming help help help!!!! he thought kyle lived in new jersey???? because the last internet stalking of kyle ( while outdated ) placed him in FUCKING NEW JERSEY?????? oh my gooooood bitch!!!!!

so obviously, we don't have this pov, but basically stan is putting the pieces together and he's like fucking hell, that was literally hs firkle, filmore, tricia tucker and...he doesn't know who the blonde girl is but honestly he's so stressed out he's like i probably just forgot her name.

so he's like *voice crack* "sOUTH PARK, COLORADO????!!!!" fml fml

jersey is like "yeah...south park, colorado. you got a problem, crow?"

and ravenstan is like AHAHAHAH!!!! "no!!! no problem...at all! haha!!! can't wait to visit, this will be so fun! to go where i--i mean you grew up!!! haha! wow! whew!~"

*fucking kills the boxwine and cracks the crazy red heart glass vial necklace and inhales very deeply* he's still shaking btw like FUCK

and kyle is about to finally grill him about what is clearly raven of crimson dawn's serious drinking problem and ask what the weird vial is and why he's inhaling it when....

kyle...gets a waft of something.

and is like...

"…crow, do you smell Burning?”

and both their eyes go WIDE and they're like

"tHE LASAGNA!!!!!!!!"

AAAsaaaAAAAAAaaa

*bebe stevens vc* And Scene.

so that is part one ur welcome to ask me questions about it, but if they belong in extremely far in the future parts or like would spoil a lot of the surprises in these ask message updates, i will...not answer them. i am sorry if it feels like i'm ignoring you, also, i have 100 asks.

BUT I HOPE THIS WAS FUN!!! thank you for being flexible!!!!! i know it's not the same as getting a real update but hopefully you are stoked on finally getting some information! i will edit this so its more coherent later, i promise! if you want to rest of the parts, pls lmk.

also...if you feel up to it...if you could tell me how you feel abt this? like if you thought it was cool or liked it or didn't like it? lmao...i'm nervous smh smh smh skdhslkahds.

-uncle nina, serial fanfic spoiler / the ravesey gay agenda

#rm spoiler #ravesey hate #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #are we stoked did we like it lmao lmao #there is like three more parts #the next part will be the rest of seven #and the two after that cover chapter eight of the hate #BUT I HOPE WE LIKE THIS SORRY ITS WRITTEN BADLY #BUT LMAO I AM OBSESSED #MY BOYS MY BOYS MY BOYS #ravenstan fucked up literally so bad he is literally screaming and crying and throwing up like Lifes So Fun Lifes So Fun lmaoo #he is in hell he is burning in arson fake dead boy hell #SPEAKING OF BURNING #NOT THE LASAGNA #tfw ur so distracted by ur very hot blonde celebrity hate boy doting on ur little brother and remembering hannukah that the lasagna #that u were literally not going to eat anyways rip jerseys ed and hate of mushrooms STARTS BURNING OOOOF #anyways like and subscribe #please if its not too much trouble ur welcome to treat my ask box or the comms of this post like ao3 #if it pleases and sparkles or it sucks so much ass lmk lmao #be brutal its okay

[just-jordie-things]

I am obsessed with Choso randomly blurting out compliments as if it was the most normal thing.

You're on a mission together, there's a strange sound and you both look at each other. It's absolutely random but he just blurts out "You've got really pretty eyes." It's got you staring at him like crazy, madly blushing.

Or you're watching a movie together with Yuji and the gang, you're getting a little sleepy and your head falls onto his shoulder. He takes one wiff and goes "You smell amazing." CUE YUJI AND THE GANG LOOKING AT YOU TWO WITH SQUINTED EYES.

Stuff like that's keeping my brain sane.

~ Nanami Flowershop Anon

the way this made me blush

but YES he's so fucking romantic and he doesn't even really know it- and he doesn't know that your bashfulness is sometimes tinged with embarassment too, he just likes the way you blush and smile as you shyly accept the complimets (when you can, that is)

this has me genuinely so giddyyyy ugh i promise one day y'all i will have my choso masterlist stacked mkay just bear with me

#jordie says stuff #nanami flowershop anon #choso brainrot