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I have no idea if this fandom is still alive, but I just watched criminal minds for the first time and Spencer is so???? Love him.

Anyway, I had to create an oc, because Spencer’s just so miserable and no one can convince me that he’s not bi. So I made him a boyfriend who’s just as miserable. Meet Ashton Turner (great at thinking of names), he’s a forensic scientist and also works at the fbi, in the violent crime unit. Pretty much everyone dislikes him, because he’s pretty arrogant and just plain insufferable. He grows on them though (especially Spencer). Could honestly talk about him for hours, but I doubt anyone will actually see it read this, so I save myself the pain from typing everything.

Also I’ve never in my life used tumblr and have no idea what I’m doing, but it seems like a cool app.

And for anyone that actually reads this, have a great day (or night), bye ^^

(I also probably won’t post here much just fyi)

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in case y'all wondering what the past two weeks have been like for me

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writing is so funny because i could write nonstop for 9hrs and then hit a block where im like "how do i transition between this moment and the next?" and then i just dont touch it for 6 months

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“First and foremost I’m writing for myself,” I hiss through my teeth, resisting the urge to refresh my email for an Ao3 message for the 100th time.

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a feel like the new generation of fanfic readers NEED to understand that clicking on a fic (interaction) does nothing. ao3 has no algorithm. your private discord discussions of fic do not reach the authors. if you do not actively engage with writers they will stop posting. this isn’t social media this is community.

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who up telling ‘em to put me back in it

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Hiii could you write an Erik Campbell x reader fic where the reader is also alternative and they go to a gig together? And they push to the front and sit at the barrier together XD. NSFW or SFW, whichever you prefer (I don't know if you take NSFW requests sorry :/). Also I LOVE your other Erik fics! They're so good, I love him sm <3

it's been a few days since i received this request, so i just want anon to know that i am working on it, i've just been very busy and slightly burnt out lately. i am trying though, and it will most likely be out before the end of the month!

please be patient :)

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you know a joke that never EVER gets old is when a character says smth like “I will NOT go to [place] and that is FINAL” and then it cuts to them in that place I eat that shit up every single time

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So I'm a LITTLE obsessed with him. A girl can't have a hobbie?

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such a pretty doll

part two of my little brat, but can be read alone!

pairing: erik campbell x y2k!spoiled!girlfriend reader

genre: fluff

warnings: sitting on erik’s lap, reader lovesss makeup and fashion and nails, erik is a bit of a dick, erik uses pet names, reader calls erik “kiki,” no use of y/n, slightly suggestive themes

summary: After Erik complains about carrying you home, you decide to get back at him by doing his makeup… and his hair and his nails.

word count: 1.6k

the idea for this fic was proposed by @vin-taege!

Erik knew what he was in for when he decided that he wasn’t going to carry you the entire way home. And as much as he liked to act like he didn’t want you to pretty him up, you knew how much he loved it when you did. So, of course, that night when the two of you got back home, you sat down on his lap and just about begged him to let you make him over.

“Please, KiKi?” You murmured the words against the skin of his neck as you straddled his lap, knowing that he couldn’t resist you when you were like this. You were right. This convinced him much better than just sitting at the end of his bed ever would have.

Erik let out a sigh and rolled his eyes. “Fine. If that’s what you really want to do, then go on ahead,” he huffed. You knew he wasn’t actually upset about this, though. You saw the way his lips curled up when he looked in the mirror every single time after you were done doing this, and no matter how much he denied it, he loved looking at himself with makeup all over his face and hair chalk in different streaks of his hair.

You excitedly squealed, hopping off of his lap and looking in the place in his room where you stored your belongings. You almost lived at his house nowadays, so more of your things were here than at your own place.

You grabbed your bag of makeup, your hair chalks, and a headband to hold his hair back when you were doing his makeup, which was what you typically started with. It was the process that took the longest, and also the one that he acted like he disliked the most.

One of the main things that you knew Erik loved about this process was getting to be so close to you. You sat on his lip every single time and his hands were always on your hips, your thighs, caressing your face. Sometimes, he would get a bit too bold and thrust his hips up into yours. You had to remind him that you were doing his makeup, not trying to fuck.

Tonight, he seemed a bit more over it than usual. Likely because you had just forced him to carry you home and you decided that you wanted to turn him into your Barbie doll. Well, more like Monster High or Bratz, but still, you wanted to turn him into your doll. More so than usual, too, because you wanted to put some of your press-on nails on him, maybe even one of your pretty dresses.

You hadn’t told him that part yet, though. You were going to make it a surprise.

You began by cleansing his face and then applying a primer to it, seeing as you wanted to make sure that you were taking proper care of his skin. He groaned when you put the primer on his face.

“The shit always makes my face feel all sticky and gross. I hate it.” He closed his eyes tightly before opening them again to look at you. You giggled and poked his nose with your pointer finger.

“It’s supposed to make your face feel sticky, silly boy. It helps the makeup stick better and gets rid of patchiness.” You just smiled at him as he rolled his eyes at you. Even with his attitude, his hands stayed on your hips. His fingers were under the fabric of your clothing so he could trace light circles into your flesh. It was very calming for you, so you knew it was for him as well.

You continued by putting concealer in a few areas on his face, blending it out with a damp beauty blender. Erik was already beginning to get a bit frisky, his hips rolling up into yours slightly as you blended out the concealer. You swatted at his shoulder.

“Erik,” you said, your voice slightly harsh. He just chuckled, looking up at you with that devilish smirk that he knew drove you wild. Not when you were like this, though, so focused on doing his makeup. You couldn’t let your mind slip. You had in mind an eyeshadow look, and you wanted to ensure that it was absolutely flawless. You needed to execute it perfectly, so you couldn’t let Erik distract you.

You finished off the base of Erik’s makeup before moving onto his eyes, the part that was going to be the most difficult out of everything. You knew you would have to take your time on it, which would either soothe or irritate Erik. You didn’t know which it would be just yet.

Sometimes, he liked when you took a long time. That meant he got to have you on his lap for longer, got to enjoy the feeling of your weight on him, the feeling of your hips beneath his hands. He couldn’t look at you like he wanted to while you were doing his eye makeup, though, and that was slightly irritating for him.

You began with Erik’s eye makeup, making sure that he didn’t crinkle up his eyes when he closed them. “Don’t do that, KiKi. It’ll mess me up and then I’ll have to start all over.”

“Oh, gods, no. Please don’t do that.” His voice was rough, causing you to giggle. He was so bad at acting like he didn’t like this when you knew that you would have crescent moon shapes on the skin of your hips from how much he loved sinking his fingertips into your flesh while you were on his lap like this.

You worked for a while with his eye makeup, ensuring that the eyeshadow, eyeliner, glitter, mascara, and the false lashes were all perfect as well as symmetrical on each side.

Once you perfected Erik’s eyes, you moved onto his lipstick. You decided on just a simple hot pink color for this part. You overlined his lips slightly and then applied a bit of glittery pink eyeshadow over the lipstick, just to make it pop a bit more.

When you were finished with Erik’s makeup, you smiled at him and ran your fingers through his hair. “You’re so pretty already. But you know I’m not done yet.” You giggled and leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his nose.

Erik sighed, leaning his head back against the headboard. “I know. Spray that shit on my face and then start on my hair.”

“Erik, what have I told you about that attitude?” You furrowed your eyebrows and rolled your hips on Erik’s, causing a low moan to escape his lips.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, causing you to giggle once more. You put all of your makeup back in the bag and grabbed your hair chalks and colored hair spray that you would be using to highlight certain parts of his hair in different shades of pink.

You got started immediately, taking a few strands and rubbing one of your favorite light pink chalks on it. It brightened his hair so that you could layer it with the hot pink hairspray you had to make it show up better. You found all of this out by experimenting with his hair rather than your own, but it definitely made it easier for you to know how to use these on your own hair.

You sprayed the hot pink hair spray on top of where you used the hair chalks, nodding your head in satisfaction at the result. You did this a few more times in other places until there were chunky highlights all across Erik’s hair.

“The fumes from that hairspray are really aggravating.” Erik watched as you scooted off of his lap. You rolled your eyes and scoffed.

“It doesn’t even smell like anything! Don’t lie, KiKi, it’s not nice.” You frowned, digging through a box of your things before you found just the set of nails that you were looking for that would look absolutely amazing on Erik.

“I have a surprise for you,” you said in a sing-songy voice. Erik didn’t give you much of a reaction, his eyes just stayed on you as you made your way over to sit on his lap again. He looked at what you held in your hands and shook his head.

“No. No, I will not be wearing those.” Erik’s voice was stern. He seemed like he really meant what he was saying. But you knew that with just a little bit of convincing, Erik would do pretty much anything you asked of him.

“Erik, please?” You almost whined. “You know you’d look so pretty with them on. And I can take them off after! It might take me a bit, but I can do it.” You looked at him with the puppy dog eyes that you knew would make him give in.

And of course, he did.

“Fine. Do it.” He splayed his hands out to you, spreading his fingers so that you would be able to apply the nails. You smiled, giddily taking them out of the package and beginning to fit them to Erik’s nails according to the size.

After you found the ones that fit, you used the nail glue to fix the nails to Erik’s fingers. You occasionally had to tell him to be still so that you wouldn’t mess up and to ensure that they were on straight, but other than that, Erik did a pretty good job with you putting the nails on him.

Once you were finished, you looked at Erik with a bright smile on your face. “You look like a doll,” you said happily.

Erik chuckled and nodded his head. “Just like you. Such a pretty doll.”

please consider liking and reblogging if you liked this! more erik campbell x y2k!spoiled!gf reader content to come! :)

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"I love you too, don't you ever forget that"

🎥: thisphantomlife | x

Riverstage, Brisbane || 11/18/2024

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the way i need him is so sick

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I've been a Final Destination fan since like 7th grade, and a John Murphy fan since the first season of the 100, so when I'm telling you I SCREAMED when I saw the trailer for Bloodlines I FUCKING MEAN IT-- and he's still got that cockroach energy, never change 😌🫰

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here’s another one because it, too, got purged from tiktok