you are criminals

anonymous asked:

Let's not forget that Han was a criminal and a smuggler and probably killed hundreds of people during his career. Same with Lando. And watch Clone Wars...every Jedi in that show is murdering people left and right, including the "heroes" Anakin and Ahsoka. Luke almost killed the Emperor while Emperor was unarmed. Rey tried to kill Kylo. Finn killed hundreds of people on Yako

This Anon: Maybe the real villains are the people who kill bad guys in order to protect the galaxy from evil menaces who wish to bring harm on innocent souls? Makes you think. 🤔

Just  A Glitch

I wanted to write a fic for Anti cause I find the whole concept of the darker sides of you-tubers interesting. 
But it’s also a Jacksepticeye fic too. 
Fluff? Swearing and Anti stuff. 
(If you can’t read Anti’s writing I’ll put it at the bottom of the fic so you can understand it. Please tell me if you prefer it like this or would rather something different)
Enjoy!

Originally posted by lum1natrix

“UNFAIR!” Jack hollered. 
You laughed and your flipped him off through the Skype camera. 
“You played dirty last round!” You said, “This was pay back.” 
“I call some bullshit here!” Jack continued to yell, “Police! Arrest them! They’re dirty, scumbag criminals!” 
You both laughed and you dd your out-tro. With the recording camera switched off, you found yourself yawning loudly. Glancing at the clock by your setup, you groaned at the 3:00am in green digital writing. 
“Another long night of recording,” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes. 
“Have you got enough content for your trip away?” Jack inquired, stifling his own yawn. 
“Yeah, once this is edited I’ll have enough. Thanks for helping me out.” 
“Anytime,” Jack beamed at you through the camera. His face taking up the monitor on your left. “It’s always a blast playing with you. Never a dull moment.” 
You grinned, your cheeks burning. Jack busied himself with the cables of his headphones, his arm somewhat tangled in the wires.
Before you could comment, Jack’s face flashed and he was suddenly looking at you. His head tilted slightly, his gaze distant and cold.
Within a second, he was back looking down at his cables in a ripple of static. 
“What the hell-” You said and Jack looked back up at you. 
“What’s up?” 
“Uh, nothing. Just the screen did something weird. I think it lagged or something.” You made sure the camera was still rolling and that there was nothing wrong with the wiring at the back. 
“Hmm, probably just my internet or something.” You mumbled. 
There was another flash and Jack’s face was closer to the screen, his eyes scanning over your face.

S̸̬̀ừ̴̀̋ͅc̶̤͚͈̎ḩ̶͓̝͔̣͛ ̶͕͓̹͇̓͗̿̽f̴̙̰̖̹͇̀l̶̨̤̉̑̍̏̋ạ̶̺̯̐̈́̋̐̌ẁ̴̺͔̟̎̐l̶̘͊̔̿̒ȩ̷̑̏͆͘͘s̶͚̔̉̊̐ş̷̢͍͔̩̓̉̏̈͝ ̸̢̥̭̻͂̐́͘͝e̵̛̯̔͐͆y̸͉̲̯͑̈́ͅe̸͇̘̖͝s̸̱̼̳͈̀̾̎

You jerked back, almost tearing your headphones from your computer. 
“Whoa! (Y/N) are you alright?” Jack asked, his eyebrows furrowed with concern. 
“How are you doing that?” You ask curiously. “That’s an awesome effect!”
Jack looked at you confused. “I’m not doing anything. Unless you trying to compliment my untangling skills.”
“No, that static thing you’re doing.”
The monitor hissed and the edges of the screen turned a deep green. Jack’s form jittered and blurred as he moved. It looked as if he was moving in fast-forward. 
Then his movements stopped and he was facing her, a slender finger pressed against his smirking lips.

N̴̢͍͑̇o̴̧̭̒ ̴̦̝̿̚s̵̮̀p̸̺̟̅͠ô̶̘ͅỉ̵̫l̶̢̨͆́e̶̮̋ͅr̷̤͕͒̓s̸̻͓͐ ̵̡̘͑n̸̫̙̽o̴̺̺̅͐ẅ̶̲͓́̆,̴͉̰̋͝ ̸͖̫͒͑ṣ̷̣̈̉u̷̱͗͗͜g̴̜̃a̷̠̓r̴̞͐̎l̵͇̕i̶̱̖̚p̴͉͐s̴̠̭͐

You couldn’t help but recoil slightly. There was something off about the person on the other screen. 
It had Jack’s face and sounded similar to Jack. But it’s eyes were void of that bright spark Jack had. In it’s place was a wild flame, flickering and shooting sharp cinders. A rabbit-hole that had you ensnared, unable to move. 
“What happened to Jack?” You asked. 
The thing on the screen tilted it’s head slightly, watching you with a smile that bled crazy. 

H̴̯͂͆e̵̞̼̗͝'̸̘͕̓̑s̴͙̲͍͓̹̓͛̔͠ ̸̠͔͂̿̔̐̉ṡ̷̛̗̩͍̪̻̄l̴̖̬̱̥͔̃̚e̸͙͚͝ͅe̶̢͚̠̣͑p̶̪͐͝i̴̘͖͇͑͛̿̕ͅǹ̴͙̦͔g̷̗̲̐͊̏̾̚ ̴̱̱̐̒ṅ̴̗͎͘ȏ̶̲͚͈͒̉̿w̴̰͇̝̓͑͗̊̅.̷͎̥̌̉͊̈́͝ ̶̝̘̱̍B̷̮̤̻̓̓͒͊̚e̴̫͊̋̎͜ ̸͇̅̽͑q̸̣̘͍̥̠̋̇̔̃ù̸͉̏́ï̵͔̬̽͊e̴̘̺̪̱̻̓̇̉̚͝t̸̛̛͈͉̾̔ ̷̟̿͘o̶̭̱̝̗͑͆̽ṙ̴̤̝̫ ̷̨̮̮̏̐ͅy̴̘̥͐̊̅̑̑ŏ̷̢͖̠͓͙̂͛̚͝u̵̦͐̓̀ͅ'̶͓̭̘́͒̃̽̓l̸̰̪̹͆͜ĺ̶̩͍̜̠̃ͅ ̴̡͂̆̓͝ẇ̴̩͙̠̘̝͑͛̆̋a̸̬̙̔̽̅̉k̶̗̘̇͂̿è̸̲̃͑͝ ̴̗͍̰̠̖̈́h̸̛͖̰͌ͅị̴̧̹̦̽͂͌̂̊m̴͓̤͐͒͌.̴̟̈́̋̐̋́

You tried to wrap your head around it. Surely Jack was just playing a trick on you. It was well crafted, but how was he doing it. 
You shuffled forward on your chair, closing in on the monitor and inspecting the face on the screen. The thing in the monitor grinned, the screen flickered and it’s head snapped back and forward. Laughter echoed through the speakers and you winced against the static. 

Ý̵̟̬͖̟̤͂̚e̶̡̧̬͑̈̏ṣ̵̘̠͝.̵͈̐̽͘̚ ̸̼͝C̶̫̹̜̥̠̐͐͂o̶̜͇̎̀͝m̶̳͓̒̓e̴̗̅́̌ ̷̦̥̎̓c̸̮̤̹̽̇͌̏l̶͔̝̖̥̰͗́̓o̴̹̹̬̳͕͑͌s̷̺̩̜͓̺̔̽̅̔e̴̢̚r̴̥̤̉,̴͕̯̜̂ ̷̳͙͖̯́̔͝l̵͕̂̊̔ë̵̦͍̄́͂͝t̸̡̝͍̺͂̀̄̾̚'̶̭͑͒̀͛͜͝s̴̟̯̠̥̏̈͜ ̸̪̫͉̫̭͛͌p̵̢̨̧̹̓̃͘l̷̟̉͐̂̈́̆a̸̼͖̻̩͇̽͘y̵̘͕̎̍̾̚ ̷̥̮̠̼͕́̄̅ş̵͖̭͚̗̄́̊̕ŭ̵͑̐̃ͅg̴̙̿͊̑̄̒a̶͍̥͐̆́̚͝r̸̠͉͛́l̵̻̯̽̀͝ͅḯ̶̩̜̻̥̼͒̈̒p̸̳̫̝̝̅̈͑s̵̙̬̼̍̍͘͠.̸͔̫̽̅̐̆͆

“Why do you call me that?” You inquired. The ringing in your ears made it hard to hear the thing’s voice. It bounced around in your head, louder in your left then switching to your right. It felt as if it was talking right into your ear. 

H̶̳̝̜͂e̵͕͌͆̚ ̵̲̘̮͕̙̾l̶̰̳̄ì̸̧̢̺̝̳̔̓̓k̶̖̓e̴͈̦̺͂̃͐̈́̑s̵̮̻̳͙̃͂͌ ̵̯̏̉ͅy̶̳̞͗̍͗͠ỏ̷̳͕͈͕̞̿͊̿͑ů̸̬̝̦̈͜͠ȓ̶̡̫̖̏͗͠ ̵͍̀̔l̴̡̮͇̞͗͆ỉ̶̩͖̖p̴̳͗͛̑̌ş̸̲͓̖̆̔̐̈́̏.̷̨̪͈̈́ ̷̱̗̪̈́̃̕Ṫ̴͚̈h̴̦̱̠̖̝͋ḭ̶̧͌͛ǹ̶̡͍̻͇̅͛͘k̶̡̗̉̀̌͂'̶̨͈̉̀͘s̷̢͇̳̭͑͊ ̷͎͙͇͉̖̑̂t̷̤̰͙͖͂h̵̼̯̦̪̖͐͒́̾͝e̸̯͝i̶̬̎r̴̥̄́́͝ ̷͎͋ś̷̡͇͕̈̓ẅ̷̡̺̭̲́͘é̸̖̟̦̟̓̓́͝e̵̬̣͛͝t̸̗͍̳̯̥̿̀ ̴̘͑̔͊͛a̸̪̠̽̀̕n̴̥̾̓͆͋̕d̷̛̜̂ ̴̢̙̻̠̀̓̅͛̓p̴͚̫̮͔͔̋̂́̃̏l̴̺̳͂͑̈͋̀u̵̥̮̳̩̐m̸̞̳̪̒p̵̡̢͚̦̓̕͘

“You’re talking about Jack?” You asked and the face nodded. It jerked back and forward. It’s voice rippling through your headphones. 

Į̵̤̙͚̱̃͠ẗ̴̞̠̃͗͠ ̷͔́̀̚w̵͕͎͎̐̓͜ó̸̲̲̉͐u̶͂ͅl̶̻̱͎͆̀́́d̴̗̝̘͒̈́̒ ̵͎̔h̸̺͐ů̷̗̲͔͑̎̊ṙ̷̨̡͙̘͜t̷̤̭̼̲̆͌͆̋͗ ̴̣͊h̵͚̄̉̊̈i̶͚͖͈͆̒m̸̡̰̗̱̈ͅ ̴̙̽̈̌͘ǧ̸̦͇̥̩̹ŗ̵̲̤͇̎̋́̀̚ẹ̶̣̫̌a̶̡̪̕t̶̫̲̙̽̆͆̃̉ḽ̵̲̯̎͐̐͝ͅỹ̵͉̬̈́̈́ ̶͇̣̅͝i̶͉̒̕f̸̋̀ ̷͙̩͙̺͙̊̈́́͑̕I̶͔̣͠ ̷̤̭̃͆̕w̵̰̤̝̫̑̈́̕͜e̶̢͈͓͜͝ͅṟ̴͇̹̖̍̀ẹ̵͖̩̦̃̈́͂͒̽ ̸̹͔̿̌̾̚͠tò̷̢̢̼̣̉̊̕ ̷̮̘̫͔̽̌͗ţ̵̩̰̹̮̄a̴̦̣̙̓̾͂͐s̸̖̬̫͑͊̇̒ͅt̴̬̬̙̘͈͌̀̽͝ẹ̵̮̈͊̉́̽ͅ ̶͙̲̻̓ṯ̴̙̣̠̭̏̑̅̽̈ḧ̶͉̫́e̵̼̳̯͔͇̎̅̏̋m̴͑̀ ̵̗̟͖̫̝̔f̴̾i̷̝͉̹̜̐̑̔r̷̀̌̀̓s̷̨̡̧͉͎̓͗͠t̸̢̧͇̖͎̀.̵̭͕͒̀͋͒

You glared at the face. The thing grinned and blew you a kiss through the screen. It’s laugh peeled into your head, it’s body blurring as it began to glitch again. 
“You said no spoilers,” You replied crossing your arms over your chest. “So if I can’t tell Jack about you, then you can’t kiss me.”
The face glared at you. The sharpness of it’s gaze sent chills down your spine and goose-bumps rippled over your arms.
Again the screen darkened and static tore open the jittering image of Jack’s face. A scream of anger blasted through the computer and suddenly you were looking at Jack. His eyes were lighter, concerned as he looked over your shaking form.
“(Y/N) what is it? Are you ok?” He asked,  worry filling his tone.
It took you a moment to compose yourself and you nodded. “I’m fine. My computer started to spaz out. I think you caused a glitch or something.” 
Jack laughed hesitatingly. “Your computer couldn’t handle my levels of bossness!”
You chuckled, running your hands over your arms to remove the goose-bumps from your arms. “Yeah something like that.” 

As you said your goodbyes and closed Skype, you noticed something flashing in the corner of your eye. 
You looked over at your digital clock and gasped. 
In scattered lettering and bright, blinking lights, your clock no longer displayed the time. 

J̷͍͕̓̐̔̚u̷̩̟̤͎̎̏̊͜s̴̺̯͖̯̯̈̄͋t̵̢̠̟̣͒̍ ̴̣͙̔̎̓a̵͔̤͎͎̩̍͠ ̴̼͇͙̊̇͛̚̕ͅḡ̵̛͖͙̂̀͠l̷̤̳̗̂̌̈̒͘į̸̽̄ṱ̶̅̍͒͜ͅc̴̢̡̝̻̻̾͐h̴̘͎͛̓̈͘͝?



Anti writing- 

Such flawless eyes 

No spoilers sugarlips 

He’s sleeping. Be quiet or you’ll wake him. 

Yes, come closer. Lets play, surgarlips.

He likes your lips. Thinks they’re sweet and plump. 

It would hurt him greatly if I tasted them first. 

Just a glitch?

(Request by anon: could you do a reid smut where they’re at a party and the reader is down about something and her friend jokes that she deserves a guy who’ll put her needs;) first and so reid gets all dominant and stuff?)

(This isn’t my first smut - I write smut over on Wattpad - however, it is my first Spencer smut so please go easy on me, aha xD)

Warnings ~ smut


———-


“(Y/N), hun, are you ready?” You heard Garcia knock on your bedroom door.

Rossi was throwing another one of his parties which just so happened to coincide with your breakup. JJ and Garcia had flocked over to your house so you could all get ready together. You knew what they were all doing and you found it sweet that the team were trying to cheer you up.

You sighed. “Yep. Coming.” You grabbed your purse and followed Garcia outside where JJ’s car was waiting.


———–


You had eventually sneaked over to a secluded part of Rossi’s garden to be alone. You sat on a chair, drink in hand and deep in thought.

“Are you okay?”

The voice came from behind you and you jumped before realising it was your friend, Spencer.

“I’m still kind of reeling from the whole breakup. Part of me is upset, part of me is glad. Should I be glad?” You looked over at Spencer who sat on the chair opposite you.

He nodded. “You should. The guy was an asshole, (Y/N). He didn’t deserve you.”

You smiled at your friend. “You’re too sweet to me, Spence.”

Your phone beeped in your purse and you quickly pulled it out. Your best friend (Y/F/N) had been texting you all night making sure you were okay. This text was different though.

“Oh, my God. She’s lost it.” You let out a laugh as you read the text.

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing. (Y/F/N) just says ‘You deserve a guy who would willingly wrap your legs around his neck’. She’s nuts.” You snorted, taking another sip of your drink. You glanced at Spencer who was licking his lips, his gaze at the floor.

“Come on.” He finally said after a few moments of silence, grabbing your hand and pulling you back into the house.

While everyone was busy chatting and drinking, Spencer continued to pull you upstairs into one of Rossi’s bathrooms. Unsure of what was happening, you opened your mouth to speak before you were pushed against the bathroom door.

Spencer’s lips descended on yours, his hand reaching over to lock the door as his other one gripped your waist. His tongue traced the bottom of your lip as his hand fondled your ass. Your slight whimper at his touch granted him access, his tongue skillfully roaming your mouth as your hands reached up to tug at his hair.

Spencer’s hands trailed down from your waist to the backs of your thighs and you jumped, legs wrapping around his waist. He turned and placed you on the tank of the toilet, his cold fingers making you shiver as he inched your panties down from under your skirt. Throwing them to the side, Spencer sat himself on the lid of the toilet seat.

Parting your legs and positioning them over his shoulders, his tongue delicately licked your clit. You hissed at the contact, your hand instinctively reaching for his hair. Spencer smirked against your sex before beginning to suck at your clit.

Your head rolled back, eyes closing. “Spence, stop teasing - Oh!”

You let out a moan as his tongue dipped inside your folds. His tongue continued to be relentless by thrusting in and out of you, rapidly wiggling up and down your sex, focusing on your clit for a long while. He didn’t bother to use his fingers - he wanted to make you come with just his tongue.

Spencer groaned as you started thrusting to meet his tongue, your moans spurring him on. He responded by capturing your clit between his lips and sucking hard, his tongue drawing small patterns against it.

“Spence, I’m going to- oh, God.” You clamped a hand over your mouth, afraid the team would hear your moans and think something was wrong. Your hand gripped his hair tighter as you felt your climax descending over you.

Spencer’s hands gripped your thighs tighter to prevent you from falling as you rode out your orgasm. As you sat there panting trying to catch your breath, his fingers traced small circles on your thighs.

Very gently, he placed a kiss on each thigh before standing up and cupping your face. You tasted your own arousal on his lips as he kissed you sweetly, his demeanour changing from dominant back to his usual timid, sweet self.

You pulled away, still trying to catch your breath. “Where did that come from?” You smiled at your friend.

He gave you his usual lopsided grin. “You deserve someone who would willingly wrap your legs around his head.” he recited. “And I’m more than willing to do that.”

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I’m going to hell for y'all. Keep the requests coming! I’m splitting my time between finishing my requests on wattpad and my requests on here but for once, I’m actually ahead of schedule aha. 💕

The Art of Remembering // Spencer Reid x Reader

Prompt: Reader is left without her memories after surviving a car accident involving an unsub.

Requested by: Anonymous

Originally posted by toyboxboy


Spencer could hear himself scream your name as he watched the scene unfold.

It was difficult to see. He watched the unsub’s car, the one with you inside of it- tied up with rope that dug into your skin and tape across your mouth that muffled your screams. He saw it hit the wall. He wasn’t sure if the unsub had lost control or whether he had done it on purpose, choosing to end his life instead of facing the consequences that came with being caught. All he knew was that his heart stopped beating the moment the car crashed into the building and sent you flying through the broken windows and onto the hard pavement.

He was sure you were dead. Your body laid limp amongst the shattered glass on the floor. Blood was seeping from the back of your head and he could feel his heart being torn as he ran towards you, his eyesight blurred at the tears that instantly filled his eyes.

It was all a blur. He remembered bits and pieces. The harsh flashing lights of the ambulance. The blinding white walls of the hospital. The hard seats of the waiting room. The feeling that overwhelmed him when the doctor came in to announce what had been your fate. He remembered the sense of relief when he said you had made it.

His heart didn’t truly shatter until he was allowed to see you. You were finally awake and he was ecstatic as he rushed in to wrap his arms around you. What he didn’t expect was the way your body froze in a mixture of alarm and confusion. He pulled away and he immediately saw it in your eyes. You didn’t remember him.

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