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Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You🃏

Chapter 1 of That's What You Get

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Word count: 5.2k

Summary: After three weeks on a case in Vegas and a particularly draining phone call from your mother, you decide to take Reid up on his offer to show you the sights of Las Vegas. When you wake up the next morning, you realise one of those sights was a 24hour Wedding Parlor, and that you're now Mrs. Reid.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, loss of memory, marriage (yeah that needs a warning), mommy issues, mentions of emotional abuse, implied sex scene, use of handcuffs in a sexual way, they theorize a possible creampie but I will neither confirm nor deny at this point, talk of contraception, no actual smut though, you guys are gonna have to wait for that. 18+ Minors DNI

A/N: The first chapter is here! Sorry for drawing you in with a silly little premise and then giving you mommy issues, I swear that after this chapter it's not bought up all that much. If you enjoy this chapter, you can sign up to the series taglist here, check out my masterlist and if you want leave a request! :D have fun reading!! ✨

Las Vegas, city of sin and entertainment capital of the world. Population approximately 600,000, home to the most famous casinos in the world, and unluckily for you, your latest unsub.

You’d been in Vegas for three weeks trying to hunt down this specific murderer, but now the case was all wrapped up and you could finally breathe, the weight of the stress you’d been carrying for almost a month now dissolving as you finally finished up the paperwork in the local precinct.

“Thank god that’s over. I cannot wait to be in bed with a good book and an empty head,” you groaned as you met the eyes of Penelope Garcia, your favorite tech analyst in the entire world and absolutely the only one you knew. She’d ended up having to join you on this case because some of the crime scenes just happened to be casinos that weren’t so happy sharing their data, but also didn’t want to be lumped with the warrant from the FBI. She’d been working between their offices and the precinct, and looked just as haggard as you felt.

“Oh, I feel you sister, this free travel experience thing is nice, but I would like to be back at my own perfect little desk hovel ASAP, thank you very much.” The two of you shared a small laugh, and then began collecting your stuff.

“Come on now, baby girl, you’re telling me that you don’t want to hit up the strip while we’re here? See the sights a little?”

“Sweet cheeks, I have been working from the most harrowing of surveillance units all week on that very strip. I have already seen the sights and they were not pretty, and definitely not worth using up my precious vacation time for.”

“Unfortunately Garcia, I don’t think you’ll be needing to use any of that vacation time to stay here,” Hotch announced as he walked in, and every member of your team snapped to attention to hear what he had to say. “I just got off the phone with Quantico, there’s a storm cloud moving in directly in our flight path and we haven’t been cleared for take off. They’re extending our stay by another day.”

“Shit,” you let out a silent curse, and noticed that your other team members didn’t seem all that happy about it either. JJ quickly excused herself from the room to call Will, Garcia let out a faux sob and fell back into her chair, and Rossi had the look of abject Italian disappointment on his face that he usually only got when you talked about your love of pineapple on pizza.

“How’s about that drink now, baby girl?” Derek Morgan teased, but it was half-hearted and you knew it. You were all desperate for bed, and you could only imagine the mistakes you would make if you went drinking now after the month you’d all just survived.

The only member of the team who didn’t seem put out quite yet was Reid, but you chalked that up to the fact that this place was his hometown.

“If you guys do change your mind, I know a bar downtown where you’re 34% less likely to be propositioned, robbed or over-charged.” He smiled over at you, and you couldn’t help but let out a giggle knowing the man was 100% serious.

“Dare I ask how you found that statistic, Reid?” Emily inquired from the other corner.

“One part actually reading the annual crime report, one part personal experience?” Reid replied, and you laughed again, unable to hold it back.

“Count me out, thank you,” you replied, and you could have sworn for a second you saw a flash of disappointment flash over his features, but you didn’t get the chance to question it, because a call was lighting up your phone screen.

You quickly excused yourself and moved to pick up the call from your mother.

“Mom, hey, what’s up?”

“What, I can’t check in on my daughter now for no reason?” you sighed and rubbed your temples, knowing exactly how this phone call was going to go, because it was how the last ten calls home had.

“Yes, mom, of course you can. How are you?”

“Terrible. Cindy’s daughter is getting married, and it’s all she’s talking about now. Can you believe it? The girl was absolutely wild when you were friends with her in high school and now she’s settling down with a lawyer of all people. Someone should warn that young man before he realises what he’s got himself into,” she scoffed on the other end of the line and you did your best to not get worked up. If you got angry it only made her more self-richeous.

“I know, Mom, Jessica sent me an invite, and I’m sure Trevor knows exactly what he’s getting into since they’ve been dating since high school.”

“Well, how was I supposed to know that? You never tell me anything.”

“I’m sorry, Mom, I’m in the middle of a case right now, can I call you back later?” You did your best to escape the conversation before it devolved into something you really didn’t want to talk about, like yourself, and more specifically your love life. But the gorgon had you frozen through the line and you weren’t about to make the mistake of hanging up on her.

“I’m sure your boss could spare you for five minutes, over-working you like he does. You haven’t had the time off to come and visit me since you got that fancy little job of yours, so you can do me this favor at least.”

“Sure, mom.” At times like this, you knew it was best to just let her talk and ride out the wave.

“And I’m sure you don’t even have time to date. Are you taking care of yourself, at least? Making sure you’re at least presentable, I hope? Its like I always say, you could meet your future husband in one of those precincts, you know. Get a big, strong man to take care of you.”

You had to resist the urge to throw your phone. You’d explained to your mother time and time again that you were perfectly content being the big, strong man for yourself, but there was absolutely no getting through to her. You received one of these phone calls everytime one of her friends or coworkers kids announced an engagement, got pregnant or bought a house, three things that she was desperate for you to do, as well. As soon as you saw the instagram post from Jessica you’d been counting down the days, almost thankful for your mothers lack of online presence.

“A crime scene isn’t exactly the most charming of meet cutes, Mom.”

“Well, then what about Virginia? There are some fine men working at the FBI surely. What about that one coworker of yours, what was his name?” Your heart-race increased for a moment, praying she wasn’t about to put a thought in your head that you wouldn’t be able to escape.

“Derek Morgan, was it? Now, that’s a fine young man.” This time you couldn’t stop the startled cry that came from your mouth. Sure, Morgan was an incredibly attractive man, but he’d joked around with you like a brother ever since you’d taken down your first unsub with the team. Your team was your family and your support system on the road, and they had your back on the case, so really, had your mother said anything, you’d have responded with incredulous guffawing. Hotch was like your dad, Rossi a fun Great-Uncle or something. You saw the sister’s you’d never had in JJ and Emily and of course Garcia was your best friend and you shared so many likes and dislikes that you regularly joked about being long-lost twins separated at birth. And Reid was Reid.

“Just give dating some thought, would you at least? The clock is ticking for you, you know.”

“Mom, I’m not even thirty yet. I’m in no rush.”

“That's what your Aunt Linda said, and look at her.” Your Aunt Linda was a perfectly content single woman in her late forties who had a high paying executive job, in NYC of all places, so yeah, you were in no rush at all.

“Listen, Mom, I’ve got to go, Hotch is calling me into the office to talk about some case files. I’ll speak to you later?”

“God, it’s like you don’t even want to talk to your mother for even five minutes. Go on, then, go do your big fancy job. Call me soon.”

“Yeah, Mom, I will.” And with that you finally hung up. Running a hand through your hair you paused for a breath for a second, closing your eyes and letting your hand just grip your hair for a second before releasing your breath for a second.

In the grand scheme of things, you knew that your mom wasn’t all that much to complain about. You and Emily had bonded over your respective mommy issues early in your time on the team, and you knew a lot of the other team members were either lacking some family member or the other, so you were just thankful that she was still around to annoy you, but god did she make it difficult sometimes.

Realising that any second, you’d have one profiler or the other come find you and ask you (with the best of intentions) what was wrong, you plastered a smile on your face and walked back into the office. You didn’t exactly want to relive that call anytime soon.

“Back so soon, Y/N? I thought that was your mom,” Morgan questioned you when you stepped back in.

“Yeah it was. One of my friends from highschool is getting married and you know how she loves to gossip.” You’d learnt early in the profession that you were in that the best way to hide something was to tell the truth about it for as long as you could, and then change the subject.

“Hey, Reid, you still up for a drink at that bar?” You looked hopefully at the man in the corner, and prayed noone would bring up your absolute change in attitude. “I was thinking a glass of wine or two after a successfully closed case couldn’t hurt, right?”

“Yeah, sure. You wanna head back to the hotel first and change, or do you want to go from here? Hotch said we’re free now until 2pm tomorrow.” You could see a questioning look from Morgan to your left, but you kept your vision focused on Reid, quietly thankful for the rest of the teams disinterest.

“Give me five to drop off my badge and gun in my room and freshen up a bit and we can be on our way. If this bar is bad though, Reid, you know I’m never letting you hear the end of it, right?”

“I ran the statistics, there’s only a 14% chance you’ll dislike it.”

“You know what’s scary is, I can’t even tell if you’re being sarcastic or not.”

–x–

Sarcasm or no, you had to admit, the bar he’d taken you to was pretty nice. It was a low-lit bar only a twenty minute taxi ride from your hotel and whilst it wasn’t exactly on the strip, it wasn’t so far out to be inconvenient. The best part about it was that it was lined with bookshelves, and each booth was blocked off by another, making it feel more like a library than a watering hole. You almost forgot you were in Vegas when you stepped in.

“Yeah, this is definitely a Spencer Reid place,” you said as you took the final swig of your wine, the glass you’d ordered on arrival having gone down easier than you’d expected.

“How so?” Spencer said as he returned to your table, carrying the replacement drinks he’d gone to order with him.

“Come on, Spencer. I’ve never seen the inside of your apartment but I’m sure it’s just this place with less furniture and more books.”

“Y/L/N, are you profiling me right now? Because that sounds pretty close to profiling?” Spencer teased and you rolled your eyes at him, grabbing your next drink from him and giving it a stir - the wine was good but at the price per glass you’d decided maybe cocktails were the thing for tonight.

“Besides, you did mention wanting to curl up with a book tonight, so I thought this bar was probably a good fit for you too.”

“Whose profiling who now, Doctor?” It was his turn to roll his eyes, and he took a sip of his drink. You knew he didn’t drink that often, but he seemed pretty open to the idea tonight, and you were absolutely glad for the company.

“Okay, I won’t profile if you don’t, but do you mind me asking you a question, Y/N?”

“Fire away,” you were playing with the stirrer in your cocktail, waiting for him to ask the question but he’d hesitated for a moment before speaking again, causing you to look up directly into his eyes.

“What’s going on with you and your mom? I don’t mean to pry and I didn’t overhear any of your call earlier or anything, but when you came in again you were all tense and you had that strained smile on your face. Then you suddenly changed your mind and decided we should get drinks so, I’m just guessing here, but you could probably do with talking about it, right?”

You let out a groan and let your head hang a bit. Yeah, you were starting to regret taking that role in the team of profilers. But at least Reid was sincere, and you knew his intentions were good. Of all the members of the team, you’d probably have described him as the safest. It was strange to think, considering all the comfort you found in your other friends, but there was just something so reassuring about Reid’s presence, the way most people overlooked him at first, how he could easily fall into his work and how you could see the cogs moving in his head as he made one genius leap to another that just made you think that everything was going to be okay if he was there.

So because it was him, you decided to talk.

“She’s just…She’s just a little much sometimes, you know?” He smiled back a knowing smile, but didn’t try to add anything and encouraged you to keep going.

“She’s been really persistent recently in bothering me about hitting some of lifes big milestones - marriage, kids, you know? And it always leaves me in a panic because though I’m pretty sure I want those things just yet, I don’t want the pressure of having them yet.” You swallowed the bile in your thoat and continued

“Everytime she says something, I feel bad that I don’t have them. And the way she talks about them its like they’re some kind of… of personal failure, that I’m not trying hard enough to catch a man or something, and I just wonder what if she’s right?” You start slow but you feel yourself gaining pace as you begin rambling, by the end you’re left wondering if Reid even caught any of that.

“I’m perfectly content living alone, but what if I’m secretly not, and I end up forty and alone and can’t even get a guy to look at me.”

“I can pretty confidently say that that’s not going to happen, Y/N.” Reid replied when you finally grabbed your drink ready to take another sip.

“How come?”

“You won’t have to put any effort into catching a man, Y/N.” Reid replied.

“You’re saying that because you’re my friend and you care about me Reid, of course you think that.”

“No, I’m saying that as an FBI Profiler that’s noticed the barman, the man on a date in the corner and the group of guys smoking outside the door eye you up since we’ve been here. And considering we’ve been doing paperwork all day, and the only change in your appearance since 8am this morning was the fresh coat of chapstick you put on while we were in the taxi, I’d think you hadn’t really put that much thought into what you look like right now.”

“You’re exaggerating,” and you really believe that, until you turn to look at the guy on the date and see him avert his gaze from you quickly, and you realise there might be something in what he’s saying.

“Okay, but that still doesn’t mean that I need or want to hear those things from my mother.”

“Y/N, take it from me, mother’s can be complicated.”

“God, I feel so stupid talking to you about something so trivial with my mom, I shouldn’t be doing that, we’re here to have fun.”

“Y/N, its okay. I can do the mommy issues talks, I’m perfectly qualified, but…” he trails off and grabs his drink for another sip and you find yourself hanging off his words begging for him to bring you more comfort and spoken caresses.

“But what, Reid?” you finally ask, as you realise he’s dragging this out on purpose to tease you a little.

“But how about a distraction instead? Have you ever been in a Las Vegas casino with a man that is banned from gambling in most of them?” He wiggled his eyebrows a little as he asked that and you giggled again, grateful for the reprieve from the serious talk.

“That doesn’t sound all that fun, Spencer.”

“Oh yeah, it’s not, but we could always use those vouchers we got as a token of appreciation earlier in the bars and drink some pretty fancy alcohol?”

“Spencer Reid, you are finally speaking my language.”

“I’m still speaking English Y/N, but if you wanted me to switch to russian or some other language, I could accommodate that depending on your linguistic preference.”

“It was a joke, Spence, now let’s get out of here.”

With that, he stood and dramatically offered you his hand like a gentleman, placing your hand in the crook of his elbow when you took it and guiding you swiftly out of the sweet bar. You were with Spencer, your safe friend, close work colleague and probably the least likely member of the BAU Team to get into trouble in a bar in Vegas. What’s the worst that could happen? You thought, as you took a final step out into the humid night air of Las Vegas.

–X–

The first thing you noticed in the morning was the pounding in your head, and it was pretty much the only thing you noticed for quite some time. When you managed to finally unglue your eyes, the second thing you noticed that this definitely wasn’t your room. The third thing you noticed was the gaping hole in your memories that explained how you possibly could’ve ended up wherever it was that you were. Or really any memories from the night before at all.

Letting out a quick groan you sit up in bed and take stock of your surroundings. Although the layout is different, you quickly recognise the interior matches the hotel you’ve been staying at, so you’re thankful that you’re at least somewhere relatively safe, and most likely in familiar company. The room looks to be neat on the whole, but there’s obvious signs of a drunken escapade strewn everwhere - two champagne flutes and a drained bottle, the contents of your purse spilt onto the chair in the corner, some random balloons in the corner you must have picked up somewhere in a drunken stupor, your clothes discarded in a trail to the bed.

That last one wakes you up a little bit more, and almost embarrassingly, you look down at yourself and see your lack of clothing, pulling the covers of the quilt closer to you as you feel yourself flush.

Fuck.

There’s a shifting in the bed next to you, and you look down in horror to see exactly which member of your team got you so plastered last night. You try to move to see who it is, but theres a tightness around your wrist and you’re pulled right back down into bed. You look down at your arm, and that’s when you realise you’re really screwed.

There, around your wrist and restraining you against the bed, is a set of handcuffs. FBI standard. The insinuation flames your face as you whip around to see which close friend and coworker you maybe - possibly - hooked up with last night, too embarrassed to look at your hand any more.

Luckily, your mystery man shifts again, and you catch sight of the nest of brown curls right before he turns over to see you, so when you finally meet the eye of Doctor Spencer Reid, you don’t scream in surprise.

“Y/N? What are you doi-” he cuts himself off as he lets his eyes trail down your body, quickly noticing your state of undress and pulling himself up into a seated position. He is similarly disrobed and it takes all of your strength to pull your gaze away from his bare chest to look literally anywhere else, your face practically flaming now.

“Spencer, would you mind helping me out over here?” you manage to squeak out quickly, as he does his best to avoid your eyes. “I seem to be a little stuck?”

That draws his attention back to you, and he finally notices the strange position of your arms and the handcuffs keeping you pinned to that spot in the bed.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m so sorry, fuck,” he quickly pulls on the pants he discarded by his side of the bed and scrambles over to you, tripping over once in his haste.

“Do you know where the key is?” you ask as he arrives at your side again, your free hand clutching the sheets over your breasts like your life depended on it.

“If that’s my pair they should be in the safe in the nightstand with my creds, give me a second to look.” After a second, he reaches the aforementioned safe box, pulling it open. He roots around inside it for a few seconds and then he spots something ad you watch the blood drain from his face.

“Spencer, what’s wrong?” you spit out quickly, tongue still heavy, and lips probably still swollen, from the night before, so you trip over the words a little. He pulls out the keys from the draw, and you let out a sigh of relief, but you’re still tense as he reaches back inside the draw and pulls out something else.

“Y/N, there wouldn’t happen to be a ring on that hand would there?” Spencer still isn’t looking at you, still staring intently at whatever else is in his hands. You try to angle your head to look, but between the restraints and the fact that Reid had turned his back to you couldn’t quite see what it was.

“What? No, I don’t wear a ring on this hand-” you cut yourself off abruptly as you look down and see it. There on the fourth finger of your left hand, the one that is still chained to the bed by your partners handcuffs, is a ring. There’s a ring on your ring finger. You just woke up in Las Vegas with no memory, in your coworkers room, naked, with a ring on your ring finger.

Your heart drops to your ass as you snap your head back around to Spencer, who finally works up the courage to look you in the eye.

“I think you should look at this” he stutters out and finally presents you with the other item he pulled out of the draw. Your jaw drops open and the pounding in your head turns into a continuous buzzing as you see yourself presented with a marriage liscence. Pinned to the corner with a paperclip is a polaroid picture, and you recognise yourself and your clothes from the night before, with the addition of a veil and bouquet, your arms slung around Reid’s neck as he pulls you in for what you can assume was a pretty passionate kiss.

“Y/N I think we got married last night.”

For a second you could’ve sworn your heart stopped. This was not happening, not to you, not right now. How stupidly drunk could you have gotten to have actually gone and married someone you weren’t even dating. And considering your current lack of clothing, it was dawning on you that you had probably done a little bit more than what was in that photo.

“Spencer unlock these handcuffs right now, so help me God,” you breathed deep and screwed your eyes shut, hoping that wihtout the distraction of the glaring lights you’d be able to remember some of what you’d done last night, but nothing came to you.

Reid, for what it was worth, got you unlocked quickly. You winced slightly as you pulled your arm away from the position it’d been in for however many hours.

“Sorry, I’m so sorry, I should have undone those last night, I don’t know why I didn’t, I’m usually pretty good at remembering stuff like that.” Reid rambled, running a hand through his hair and pacing slightly at your side of the bed. You pushed yourself up and watched him for a minute, just looking at this man who was now, probably, your husband.

Your husband.

You shook the thought from your head and cut his rambling off quickly.

“You put me in these?” you asked, just desperate for any clarification on any of the events of the last 24 hours, not fully grasping the implications of what you were asking until Reid was looking down at you with a flushed face and a mouth gaping like a fish, struggling to find the words to say.

“This is my hotel room. Those are my handcuffs… I kind of just assumed…” he trailed off the thought and you were right with him, the embarrassment heating your face just as much as it had his. You found it hard to meet his eyes the, and dropped yours to your lap.

“So you don’t remember, either?” You almost sighed in relief at that. If even a genius with an IQ of 187 and an eidetic memory was in this state after a night of drinking, then you really couldn’t be blamed for getting so drunk you married your coworker and most likely had some pretty kinky sex with him, remembering absolutely nothing on top of that at all.

“Do you need me to grab you something to wear?” he asked as he looked down at you, letting his gaze trail probably a little bit too low for a little bit too long. You grew heated under his stare, as your body reacted, and you realised how easy it must have been to fall underneath him last night if this was how you were feeling from just one look.

But you pulled yourself out of those thoughts quickly, and it seemed that so did he, as he began grabbing clothes from the floor and handing them to you, turning away as you started getting yourself into a semi-decent state.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” you heard Reid mumble to himself as he made his way around the side of the bed, and in your concern for him, you called out.

“Anything specific those curses were for, Spence? Because I know this isn’t exactly the most ideal situation, but four Spencer Reid swears in a row is a cause for concern.” You tried to joke, hoping to relieve some of the anxiety of your predicament.

“I can’t find…” he started and then dragged a hand over his face, trying to wipe the exhaustion from his eyes. “Y/N, I think we didn’t use protection.” You could see him panicking now, and for a second you thought of joining him too, but you crossed the room and grabbed his arms.

“Spencer, look at me, it’s fine. If we did end up… doing that, I’m on birth control, and we probably have time to grab something extra just to make sure, right?” he looked down at you then and after a moments hesitation, he wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m so sorry about all of this, I’m so stupid for suggesting we go to that casino bar last night, I don’t know what I was thinking. You even said last night that this wasn’t what you wanted for yourself, right now, god I’m an idiot, you don’t deserve this.” He buried his face in your neck and held you tight, and you pulled yours up to his back, rubbing circles into his skin slowly.

“Spencer, listen to me. I can think of noone I would have rather had a shotgun Vegas marriage with, okay? This isn’t your fault, we were both drunk, and I’m sure a Reid who was thinking straight could give me some kind of statistic about inhibitions dropping with a certain amount of alcohol.”

“A study in the United Kingdom found that there was an increase of risky sexual behavior in young people who had participated in binge drinking, including unprotected sex with a new partner and the use of emergency contraceptives and I’m not sure why I’m still talking when that was probably rhetorical, right?” You smiled at his panic, finding him just as endearing as ever, even in this predicament.

“What I’m saying, Spencer, is that we’re going to be okay. This isn’t the first time someone has gotten married in Vegas on a whim. Hell, this isn’t even the first time it’s happened to someone on our team. In a sense, this was a very traditional wedding.”

He groaned into your neck again and you laughed up at him. Sure, you were panicked still, but just having him in your arms there sharing his honest feelings with you instead of bottling it up and leaving you to deal with it on your own in your head too was doing you a world of good, and you found the words you used to reassure him soothing you, too, in turn.

“Here’s what we’re going to do. One, find the nearest pharmacy. Two, find whatever Elvis-inspired love shack wrote that marriage license and figure out if it’s actually legally binding. Three, avoid all of our coworkers until 2pm. How does that sound?”

Reid pulled himself out of your neck then, and you were almost sad at the loss of that warmth near you.

“It sounds like I made the smartest choice of a wife I was ever going to make,” he smiled down at you.

“Oh you got jokes now, Doc? I see.”

“Thought I should let you know all my deep dark secrets now we’re married.” You shared a laugh, and standing there amongst the debris of the night before, despite all the mistakes, you knew you were safe, and that the two of you would always be safe together.

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i know y’all have seen the picture of jj with the rose in his mouth…

“why does he have a rose in his mouth?” jack yells, standing up from the couch to go and point at your boyfriend on the tv screen. “cause he’s a slut!” luke yells, shoving your shoulder. you slap him, “don’t say that about my boyfriend! but yeah he is kinda slutty.” “and you like that?” jack asks, confusion all over his face. your face heats up as you mumble out a maybe, but the reporters question gets your attention.

“so jj you must be so excited to have your family here supporting you.” he nods, taking the rose from between his teeth, before answering. “yeah. it’s been great having my family here, but i’d be lying if i said that i didn’t miss my girlfriend,” he replied. “she’s not here with you today?” the reporter probes. “no, she’s home with family, which i completely understand. i know she’s still supporting me though,” jj answers, smiling at the camera. “is there anything you want to say to her?” “baby, it’s michigan vs everybody!” he shouts into the microphone, throwing in a little wink at the end.

you feel your face heat up, and your brother’s, ever so observant, make sure to point it out.

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♠♥♦♣🃏

Bonus:

(JJ was watching batman and he got sad on that one episode where Harley was getting replaced and felt bad for her)

#wild kratts #wk ship kids #jj z #varina varmitech #jirina #digital art #drawing #harley quinn #harley x joker #there's more of these if you want to know #fun fact: Pudding is the pet name V give to JJ

[blueicequeen19]

🎬📺 Share ten different favorite characters from ten different pieces of media in no particular order 🎮🃏 Then send this to 10 people (anon or not, your choice)

1. JJ Maybank

2. Dean Winchester

3. Bucky Barnes

4. Damon Salvatore

5. Batman

6. Meredith Grey

7. Peter Pan

8. Blair Waldorf

9. Aiden King

10. Kaleb Van Der Berg

(This was harder than I thought 🤣❤️)

[rafesmuse]

— emoji anons

you can become an emoji anon by simply sending me an ask asking me to be one with an emoji you picked + your pronouns !! you must be 18+ !!

this list is for both my blogs @rafesmuse and @ethrealprincess

🎻 : she/her, they/them

🏹 : she/her

💍 : she/her

🌌 : she/her

🪐 : she/her

☀️ : she/her

🍄 : she/her, they/them

👰🏻‍♀️ : she/her

🌧 : she/her

🛁 : she/her

🍨 : she/it

💫 : she/her

💐 : she/her

🌺 : she/her

🤍 : she/her

🐾 : she/they

🥨 : she/her

🪩 : she/her

🪬 : she/they

🥹 : she/they

🧿 : she/her

🫀: she/they

🧚🏻‍♀️: she/her

🫐 : she/her

🌞 : they/she

❤️‍🩹 : she/her

🪷 : she/her

⭐️ : they/she

🌻 : she/her

🤖 : she/her, he/him

🤎 : she/her, they/them

🍤 : they/them

🐣 : she/her

💟 : she/her

🌓 : she/her

🍡 : she/her

🐝 : she/her

🌸 : she/her

🦋 : she/her

🦇 : she/her

🎮 : she/her, he/him

my jj anon

⚰️ : she/her/it

🍉 : she/her

👅 : she/her

🥀 : she/her

💋 : she/her

🍩 : she/her

🎀 : she/her

👺 : he/him

🍇 : she/her

⚽️ : she/her

🩵 : she/her

🍓 : she/her

💗 : he/him

⚡️ : she/her

🍀 : she/her

☁️ : she/her

😶 : she/her

🌱 : he/him

🔧 : she/her

🎄 : they/she

🐇 : they/he/she

🫦 : she/her

🍁 : she/her

💃 : she/her

🐋 : she/her

🍪 : she/they

🩷 : she/her

🪞 : she/they

💕 : she/her

🦔 : she/her

⌛️ : she/her

🍇 : she/her

🐈 : she/her

🍄 : she/they

☔️ : she/her

🎵 : she/her

🔱 : she/her

❄️ : she/her

🍑 : she/her

😇 : she/her

🌷 : she/her

🌊 : she/her

💌 : she/her

🧁 : she/her

🫧 : she/her

🦀 : she/they

🍂 : they/them

💅🏼 : she/her

🌿 : she/her

🖤 : she/her

🪿 : she/they

⚜️ : she/her

🌹 : she/her

🎨 : she/her

🦚 : she/her

🦢 : she/her

👛 : she/her

🐚 : she/her

🌙 : she/her

💪 : she/her

🏵️ : she/her

🧃 : she/her

🃏 : she/her

👁️ : he/him

🍉 : they/she

#emoji anons

[lavender-cassidy-iplier]

Honestly this is my first time ever on Tumblr so, for my first post I'll be explaining what exactly I'll be doing here and posting about.

♡ Fandoms I'll post about ♡

- DDLC (Doki Doki Literature club)

- Alter Ego Fandom

♡ What I do post ♡

- Headcanons

- Theories

- RP plots

- X Reader's or Insert Reader's

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

✘ What I don't post ✘

- Fandoms I'm not in or I have no knowledge of

- 18+ requests

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

♡ Egos / Characters I'll post about ♡

🥀🌻 Iplier Egos 🌻🥀

💞 Mark Fischbach (Creator) 💞

🖤💙❤ Darkiplier / Damien Whitacare ❤💙🖤

🥞🍨💖 Wilford Warfstache 💖🍨🥞

💙👓 Googleiplier 👓💙

🎮🎲Bim Trimmer 🎲🎮

💛💉 Dr. Iplier 💉💛

💞💕 Yandereiplier 💕💞

🥈🏋 Silver Shepherd 🏋🥈

🧡🛹 Bingiplier 🛹🧡

💕💗 Actor Mark 💕💗

💃⚪ Yancy ⚪💃

💙📷 Jim's 📷💙

🧡🤠 Illinois 🤠🧡

❤📔 The Host/Author 📔❤

💭💖 Eric 💖💭

🏴‍☠️🌊 Captain Magnum 🌊🏴‍☠️

🌸💖 Pasteliplier 💖🌸

♻️💚 Ed Edgar 💚♻️

🍲💝 Chefiplier 💝🍲

⬜🖤 Annus 🖤⬜

💀 WKM (Who Killed Markiplier?) 💀

😇💝 DA (District Attorney) / Vanessa Rae Smith 💝😇

🕵💢 Abe The Detective 💢🕵

🍲 Angy Chef 🍲

💙🍵 Benjamin Butler 🍵💙

🏵👒George Groundsman 👒🏵

🚀🌌 ISWM 🌌🚀

✨❄Celcionnia F. Kelvina / Celine Whitacare ❄✨

💠💙 Dorene L. Whitacare 💙💠

😴🤧 Head Engineer Mark / Spaceiplier 🤧😴

💄🌟 Lady 💄🌟

💢🔫 Gunther 🔫💢

💙🌧 Wug 🌧💙

🌼🃏Bandit Lady 🃏🌼

❤🔧 Burt 🔧❤

🚨 🚧 Construction Mark 🚧🚨

👴📔 Dadiplier / Stan? 📔👴

🏖💝 Life Guard Mark 💝🏖

🍕💘 Pizza Guy Mark 💘🍕

🍵🍪 Septic Egos 🍪🍵

🔔 Seán McLoughin (Creator) 🔔

💚 🔪🐢 Antisepticeye 🐢🔪💚

😇🥺 JJ 😇🥺

🐈✨ Marvin The Magnificent ✨🐈

💜🧟‍♂️ Robbie 🧟‍♂️💜

💚🦸‍♂️Jackieboyman 🦸‍♂️💚

🔫🧢 Chase Brody 🧢🔫

💚💉 Henrik Von Shneeplestein 💉💚

💙🖤 CrankGamePlay Egos 🖤💙

🍪💙 Ethan Nestor (Creator) 💙🍪

❔🖤 Unus 🖤❔

😞💙 Blank 😞💙

🍦💙 Mad Mike 💙🍦

💚☮️ Game Theory Egos ☮️💚

✅ ♻️ Matthew Patrick (Creator)♻️ ✅

💣🔥 Madpat 🔥💣

🥝💚 Mack (Theory Crew) 💚🥝

💜🎤 NWTB Egos 🎤💜

💜🎼 Nathan Sharp (Creator) 🎼💜

💋💅 Phantom 💋💅

🎸🎵 Natemare 🎵🎸

♥💮 Natepai 💮♥

📔💞 DDLC (Doki Doki Literature Club)💞📔

♟️🎲 Protagonist 🎲♟️

🍪💙 Sayori 💙🍪

😡🧁 Natsuki 🧁😡

🌻💚 Monika 💚🌻

🥀💜 Yuri 💜🥀

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Requests are open at anytime so you can request whatever you'd like from the characters I've listed out, and I'll do my best to deliver, I'll put this out here that I won't have stable Wi-Fi 24/7 but I'll try to do these things :) - Cassidy 💜

#imagines #ddlc #darkiplier #antisepticeye #natemare #phantom nwtb #madpat

[jo3ydr3w]

I’ve decided to put together a list of places that you can read about our fictives without having to spend hours watching videos or playing games. 

Anne ⚔:

The book she’s a fictive from: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_General_History_of_the_Pyrates

The person it’s based after: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anne_Bonny Anti 🍀: https://jacksepticeye.fandom.com/wiki/Antisepticeye Celine 🔮:  Series: 

https://markiplier.fandom.com/wiki/Who_Killed_Markiplier%3F

Character:  https://markiplier.fandom.com/wiki/Celine

Google 💻: https://markiplier.fandom.com/wiki/Googleplier?so=search Grant 📈: https://bendy.fandom.com/wiki/Grant_Cohen

Illinois 📜: 

Series:  https://markiplier.fandom.com/wiki/A_Heist_with_Markiplier JJ 🖐: https://jacksepticeye.fandom.com/wiki/Jameson_Jackson Judith ⏳:  Series:  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/36_Questions Luciael 😇:  OC fictive, so they don’t have canon information about them, but they have a series source: https://supernatural.fandom.com/wiki/Supernatural_Wiki Marcas 🏭: https://poppy-playtime.fandom.com/wiki/Marcas_Brickley Narrator 🏢:  https://thestanleyparable.fandom.com/wiki/The_Narrator

Shawn 🧵: https://bendy.fandom.com/wiki/Shawn_Flynn Wilford 💗: https://markiplier.fandom.com/wiki/Wilford_Warfstache

William 🍕:  Games:  https://freddy-fazbears-pizza.fandom.com/wiki/William_Afton Books:  https://freddy-fazbears-pizza.fandom.com/wiki/William_Afton_(Novel)

https://freddy-fazbears-pizza.fandom.com/wiki/William_Afton_(Fazbear_Frights)

Xavier 🃏:  Song: 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QMWBBEYkwhc Intro to Solitaire: The Movie: https://youtube.com/clip/Ugkx-uRvGbBzz0Os-F49QxOHHchHdrGq8rSD Other Video:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yh0mtnBCunA&t=42s Yan 🔪: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iKqX-P2gX7U

Author/Host 📖: https://markiplier.fandom.com/wiki/The_Host

Charley 👻: https://school-spirits.fandom.com/wiki/Charley Bim 🎞: https://markiplier.fandom.com/wiki/Bim_Trimmer Jim 🎤: 

Just one of our favorite videos of Jim  https://markiplier.fandom.com/wiki/DEMONS_JIM,_DEMONS!! Actor 🍷:  Series:  https://markiplier.fandom.com/wiki/Who_Killed_Markiplier%3F

Riliane 👑:

Character: https://theevilliouschronicles.fandom.com/wiki/Riliane_Lucifen_d%27Autriche

Series: https://theevilliouschronicles.fandom.com/wiki/The_Evillious_Chronicles_Wiki

Robbie 🧠: https://jacksepticeye.fandom.com/wiki/Robbie_the_Zombie?so=search

Jackie 💥: https://jacksepticeye.fandom.com/wiki/Jackieboy_Man?so=search

Celci 🥽: Series: https://markiplier.fandom.com/wiki/In_Space_with_Markiplier

Chase 🍺: https://jacksepticeye.fandom.com/wiki/Chase_Brody

Mack 🚀: https://markiplier.fandom.com/wiki/In_Space_with_Markiplier

Evan/HABIT 🩸: 

Evan: https://everymanhybrid.fandom.com/wiki/Evan

HABIT: https://everymanhybrid.fandom.com/wiki/HABIT

Angel 🎄: https://youtu.be/qlBm8pf95Fw

David 🐋: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Edge_of_Sleep

Janus 🐍: https://sanders-sides.fandom.com/wiki/Janus_Sanders

Logan 📚: https://sanders-sides.fandom.com/wiki/Logan_Sanders

Patton 💙: https://sanders-sides.fandom.com/wiki/Patton_Sanders#Current_form

Remus 🗡: https://sanders-sides.fandom.com/wiki/Remus_Sanders

Roman ⚜: https://sanders-sides.fandom.com/wiki/Roman_Sanders

Virgil ☠: https://sanders-sides.fandom.com/wiki/Virgil_Sanders

Damien🍾:  

Series: https://markiplier.fandom.com/wiki/Who_Killed_Markiplier%3F

#🏢 Narrator

[buckybarnesandmarvel]

🎬📺share ten different favorite characters from ten different pieces of media in no particular order🎮🃏 Then send this to 10 people (anon or not, your choice)

thank you honey!!

JJ Maybank - Outer Banks

Bucky Barnes (ofc) - ca:cw (beefy bucky>>>)

Rosa Diaz - B99

Sox - Lightyear (don't judge lol)

Eddie Munson - ST

Frost Giant Loki - What if..?

Andy Barber - Defending Jacob

Wanda - WandaVision (obvs)

Jefferson Hatter - OUAT

Nathan Drake - Uncharted

why was this so hard omg

imma just tag yall

@classicalmarvel @chrisdrysdale @asipofwineandfandoms @gutflorizt @steve-kemps-grapes @cloudyfeel @gothidecorem @vbecker10 @thollandsdarling @chrisevansdaughterr

[pankowperfection]

🎬📺 Share ten different favorite characters from ten different pieces of media in no particular order 🎮🃏 Then send this to 10 people (anon or not, your choice)

JJ Maybank

Meredith Grey

Harry Potter

Bella Swan

Will Halstead

Conrad Hawkins

Katniss Everdeen

Jughead Jones

Oliver Queen

Barry Allen

[honeybear-yammy]

🎬📺 Share ten different favorite characters from ten different pieces of media in no particular order 🎮🃏 Then send this to 10 people (anon or not, your choice)

Eddie Munson - Stranger Things

JJ Maybank - Outer Banks

Katherine Pierce - The Vampire Diaries

Bloom Peters - Fate: The Winx Saga

Jasper Hale - The Twilight Saga

Lydia Martin - Teen Wolf

Veronica Lodge - Riverdale

Ruby Matthews - Sex Education

Marcel Gerard - The Originals

Maddy Perez - Euphoria

#Yammy! you have mail 📨 #asks! #anon! #ask game #answered!

[cobrakaisb]

🃏with jj and Hughes sister celebrating him winning the national championship.

finishing up any last requests for the 2k celly!!

after michigan won the rose bowl, there was no question that you would be attending the national championship game. not only did you want to cheer on your school, but your boyfriend too. jj had been nothing short of supportive of your goals, so it only made sense that you supported his.

as the clock winds down, you find yourself standing on your toes in anticipation. he’d done it. jj and the rest of the michigan team won the national championship. you weren’t allowed on the field right away, but once you were given the okay, you took your spot next to jj. he smiled when he saw you, pulling you into a bone crushing hug.

“jj, you’re fucking amazing,” you shouted. he laughed at your words, but didn’t try to disagree. “it was a team effort,” he mumbled. you rolled your eyes, “well obviously, but i’m going to be happy for my boyfriend.” jj just shock his head, leaning down to kiss you. he went to deepen the kiss, but you stopped him.

“save that for the room, later,” you whispered. he blushed at your words, but lost his chance to respond as several of his teammates dragged him away.

#cobrakaisb 2k celly #jj mccarthy x y/n hughes #jj mccarthy #jj mccarthy x reader #new au #cobrakaisb writing

[glittertrail]

🎬📺share ten different favorite characters from ten different pieces of media in particular order🎮🃏 Then send this to 10 (anon or not, your choice)

ooh fun, thanks caity💖 (I'm not ordering this lmao sorry it's just faves as it comes to my mind stream of consciousness style)

leon orcot from psoh (sigh he'll forever be my emotional support himbo okay)

death from the sandman

irene larra from emdt

alfur from hilda

orla from derry girls

salvador marti from emdt

sansa stark from got

effie trinket from thg

keely jones from ted lasso

mccoy from the jj abrams star trek

#replies #sansastarkr

[kneehoming-knee]

ABRACADABRA 🐓 CHIFA SHAFAR JAFAR 🃏🕸️🦁

YOU" FRAID TIS_ DUMPSTER "SHOES"

Red Shiva's 6666 Sandals Shadow Man "JJ"

[kirascottage]

requesting for another one bc i can’t get jj out of my head… 🃏 jj asking kie to teach him how to make a bracelet for reader :D

“Kie, we have important business to discuss. Alone.” His palm quickly curls around her smaller bicep, retreating both of their figures away.

“JJ, why are you acting like we are about to go on some espionage?”

“No reason. Promise not to make fun of me.”

“Yes, yes i promise.”

“Can you teach me how to make a bracelet…,” He pauses for a moment while clearing his throat, some sort of embarrassment crossing his features. “for Y/N.”

“Awe lover boy,” She croons, “JJ Maybank goin’ all soft.” She begins to pinch at his cheeks, in which he swats away.

#gia’s 0.7k soirée 🐌 #outerbanks dialogue #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #gia’s dialogues

[funkyrights]

Mostly just making this blog as a hub for tumblr where we can link to everyone’s personal accounts and all that!

This post will be updated if/as anyone else makes their personal spaces.

Main Instagram: @/thewitchforeverlives no age restriction as it’s a general account for everyone to share

System Twitter: @/GRRBARKBARKSYS

Main blog: @thewitchforeverlives

Evan & Mark Hansens' blog: +18 only @evanistotallyokay

Shane Oman’s blog: +18 only @goodomans

Rich Goranski’s blog: +18 only @fieryblip

Ben’s blog: @chlorinebreath

Melchior Gabor’s blog: @famishedsaint

FAHC Michael's blog: @litdynamite

H. Chandler's blog: @blacklightchandler

Casey Becker's blog: @daisychainpoet

Annabeth Chase's blog: @wisegirlsuperiority

Ethan Nakamura's blog: +18 only @violenceofdevotion 

Ryan Torres’ blog: @torresofterror

Win's blog: +18 only @ironicallylosing

Nick's blog: @king0fsunnyvale

Alex Chen's blog: @fosterhomedropout

DMs are open!

Emoji Key under the cut:

Nicolas Goode: 🦬

Annabeth Chase: 🧢

Clarisse La Rue: ⚔

C. Beckendorf: 🛠

Thalia Grace: 🌩

Nico di Angelo: ☠

Teddy McLean: 💌

Frank Zhang: 🏹

Travis Stoll: 🧨

Ethan Nakamura: 🗡

Leo Valdez 🔨

Apollo/Lester Papadopoulos: ☀️

Artemis: 🌙

Mr.Blofis: 🐡

Rich Goranski: 🔥

Jake Dillinger: 🏆

Evan Hansen: 🌳

Cynthia Murphy: 🧺

Shane Oman/Khidros: 🍓

Tavros Nitram: 🐮

Sollux Captor: 🍯

Kanaya Maryam: 🐛

Lil Hal: 🤖

Elle Woods: 💖

Agent Washington: ⭐

FAHC Michael: 💣

Victor "Russ" Russel: 🎥

Casey Becker: 🌼

H. Chandler: 🥀

Hannah Washington: 🦋

Bolin: 🍜

Nigel Bumble: 🐝

Ricky: 🎄

Jack Kelly: 📰

Melchior Gabor: 🖋

Ryuji Sakamoto: 💀

Ben: 🦦

Peter Pevensie: 🦁

Peter Parker: 🕷

Branch: 🌿

Mabel Pines: 🌈

Ren Matthews: 🎸

Casey Hartley: 🥁

Will Gorski: 🚓

Steve Harrington: 🍦

Bill Denbrough: 📖

James Sullivan: 📚

River Barkley: 🎹

Jacques Snicket: 🚕

Noah Turner: 🎃

Mark E. Hansen: 🌲

Adrien Agreste: 🐾

Nathan Drake: 🗝

Eurydice: 🌹

Moana: 🥥

Kenai: 🐻

Bucky Barnes: 🦾

Wendy Christensen: 📸

asxdefter: 🎮

Yang Xiao Long: 🐲

Dodger: 🐱

Jesse Cox: 🕹

Legion: 🔦

Sonny: 🚬

Jason "JD" Dean: 🔫

Mogar: 💎

Mad King: 👑

Sonny de la Vega: 🎆

Alberto Scorfano: 🐟

Alistair Theirin: 🧀

Lyna Mahariel: 🌱

Pallas: 🪶

Manolo Sanchez: 🕯

Edd Gould: 🥤

Asterius: 🔗

Megaera: ⛓

Hermes: ⚕

Ares: 🛡

Hades: 🪦

Simon Kalivoda: 🦄

Kate Schmidt: 📣

Samantha Fraser: 📟

Cindy Berman: 👚

Tommy Slater: 🪓

Sarah Fier: 🐷

Ryan Torres: 🔪

C. Berman: 🪣

Jacket: 🐔

Maverick: 🎱

Akihiko Sanada: 🥊

Win: 🫀

Applejack: 🍎

Pipp: 🎠

Carlos Garcia: 🎶

BENdrowned: 🩸

Mashirao Ojiro: 🥋

Alice Hale: 💘

Kenya Kobayashi: 🎞

Juliet O'Hara: ⚖

Izuku Midoriya: 🐰

Yoon Ji-su: 🎧

Lee Eun-Hyuk: 👓

Chester: 🪴

Bumblebee: 📻

Carter Davis: 🧁

David: 🐯

Fred Jones: 🪤

Gwen Grayson: 🃏

Zach Braun: 🔋

Nell Oman: ♠️

Nemo: ♥️

Ilse Neumann: 💜

Luke Isaac Castellan: 🤞

Burgess Sawyer: 🐗

Tubbo: 🐐

Eric Arthur Leone: 🐀

Lenny: 🐬

King Shark: 🦈

Percy "JJ" Jackson: 🌀

Leon S. Kennedy: 🕸

Marshall Lee: 🍟

Hawke: 🦅

Bethany Hawke: ⛅

August "Auggie" Hildebrandt: 🥘

Finley: 🦪

Dewey Riley: 🍩

Mr. Peanutbutter: 🥏

Nikki: 🍬

Jasper: 👻

Ray Narvaez Jr: 🎂

Achilles: ⚱

Lara Croft: 🧭

Jase Voorhees: 🏕

Eva: 🥇

Karina Jacowitz: 🥍

Shitty: 🏒

Kent Parsons: 🥅

Benji Applebaum: 🪄

Bumper Allen: 🎤

Agent 17: 🪙

》 Gav: 🪙🗡

》 Ry: 🪙🔫

Miles Wingrave: 🕰

》 Peter Quint: 🕰⌚

Jean Havoc: 💥

》 Lust: 💥💋

Josh Sauchak: 🔑

Mendel Weisenbachfeld: 📋

Frenchie: 💊

Annie January: 🌟

Jay Corduroy: 💸

Dallas Margolin: 🦌

Boffy: ⛏

Benvolio: 🏳

Brandy Barr: 🔎

Davy Zlatic: 🎻

Ered Miller: 💔

Joey Tribbiani: 🎬

Jesse Tuck: 💧

Filbo: 🍊

Garfield Logan: 🦖

Jack Hodgins: 🦴

Jake Long: 🐉

Takashi Shirogane: 🌠

Allura: 🌌

Hunk Garrett: 🍱

HUNK: 🛢

Jerry: 🚭

Julien Solomita: 💿

Jude Lizowski: 🍋

Johanna Mason: 🪵

Katie Mitchell: 📹

Kevin Moskowitz: 🐋

Noah Garrett: 🏍

Sarah Avery: 🏔

Oz: 🔴

Launchpad McQuack: ✈

Robin Hood: 🦊

Ryan Phan: 💻

Michael J. Caboose: 🔷️

Nelson Muntz: 🏈

Winston: 🦍

Shane Madej: 🌭

Ram Sweeney: 🍻

Skipp: 🍂

Tré: 🎺

Foxy: 🍕

Sunset Shimmer: ☄

Henry Griffin: 📿

Ace Torrington: ⏳

Xavier Delsin: 🍒

Shiloh: 🍑

Price/Prep: 🤍

Blake/Jock: 💙

Baron von Gikkingen: 🎩

Aiden Grant: 🥈

Steve: 🧱

Jesse B. Schmidt: 🐖

Dust: 🔮

Herobrine: ⚠️

Tim Drake: 🩹

Dick Grayson: 🎪

Jason Todd: 🛑

Conner Kent: 🕶

Poison Ivy: ⚘

Phase: ⚛

Ani: 🧋

Horace: 🔱

Paul Munsky: ⚾️

Sapnap/Nicky: 🏮

Louis: 🙂

Trace: ⚜

Trevor Sterling: 💼

Atsuko Kagari: 🐇

Amanda O'Neill: 🧹

Brad Hamilton: 🍏

Hans: ❄

Bug: 🐞

Petey: 🚀

Lyra: 💫

Louis: 🎭

Legoshi: 🐺

Jack: 🌻

Riz: 🍅

Pina: 🐏

Brett Hand: 🧃

Susie Carter: 📏

Nea Karlsson: No emoji yet

Mac Loudon: 💐

Evander "Crash" Kostas: 🍍

Alex Chen: 💭

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