#And Derek is just regretting his entire life

[shitakimooshrooms]

continuing with my idea of Stiles and Derek having shared a class if the Hale Fire didn’t happen and Derek was 3 years older; In Stiles’ freshman year of high school he joined the theater club(Scott was interested and he was dragged along) and Derek also decided to do so for some reason and so the idea is that that years play is Hamilton(I know it wouldn’t be around, but humor me) and Stiles gets cast as Alexander because he can talk really fast (and has definitely won rapping competitions before) and Derek is cast as Aaron Burr (the second verse of Wait For It just exudes Derek energy) and so the idea of Scott somehow still not recognizing Derek after having done like the lights and watching every single rehearsal and show that year just makes it all the more funny. (I also am a firm believer that Stiles will randomly walk up to Derek like “Pardon me, are you Aaron Burr, sir?” And Derek just sighs and walks away.)

[michelle-is-writing]

Wedding Mornings, Spencer Reid

Word Count: 2.2k~

As a child, I always wondered if I would ever find the right person for me. Having no luck to find such a person as a teenager, I ended up wondering if I would even find a husband, better yet, my soul mate. In years to come, I would start to believe that I would be alone forever.

However, once I moved to Washington DC and found a job at the Melvin Gelvin library, I soon befriended a man that visited there a lot. I had seen him in the research section before, but he never came up to my desk for help. I thought he was cute, in all honesty, but I didn't want to come off as too confident and go up to him to see if he needed help when I never did that with anyone else in the library.

So, the one day he did come up to me and ask me where to find a book I had seen him take out many times, I smiled and nodded before helping him find the book. He was nervous asking me his question, and I couldn't help but be a little nervous as well. Although, once we found the encyclopedia for Philosophy, he introduced himself as Spencer Reid, and I couldn't help but rejoice as my name fell from my lips in return. Finally, I got to learn the name of the man who I had shared glances with so many times, yet, we never interacted - up until then.

After that, it felt like a free-game. Anytime Spencer came into the library, he was asking me for books that I knew very well he was aware of where they would be. In spite of this, I always helped him, and after he checked out the third book I had seen him read many times before, Spencer finally asked me out for coffee.

Unfortunately, our date kept getting postponed because of Spencer's job. At first, I thought he was backing out in regret since it had already taken him so long to ask me out in first place. However, once we did go on that date, I discovered that that wasn't even a tiny fraction as to why he kept rescheduling. As soon as I found out that Spencer held such a huge responsibility with a job that relied on him to capture mass murderers and kidnappers, I found myself in complete admiration for him. Not to mention the fact that all of the science books he had been checking out weren't for class or education - he already earned his degrees in those fields beforehand.

Now that I have a dazzling ring on my finger, I'm even happier that I was patient in waiting for Spencer to finally make it to our date. I knew how long I waited for that coffee shop date he promised - six-whole-weeks. However, I never knew how long I was waiting for a man like Spencer to make his way into my life until I found out how much I truly loved him. Through saying those three words that are often said too much, I discovered that I had waited my entire life to find Spencer, and when he proposed to me in Rossi's garden one late night, I found out that Spencer truly felt the same way.

Soon enough, the months before our wedding slowly passed until the brightest week of our lives came up, and once that started, it was like everything was going at twice the speed it should have been going. All of my bridesmaids (JJ, Emily, (f/n), and Penelope) ran around like chickens with their heads cut off while Spencer's groomsmen (Derek, Aaron, and Rossi) did the same. Even during the morning of my wedding, everyone was running around to get things done while I just stayed in my bride's quarter's kitchen and did the same thing I did every other morning.

"I'm just saying," Penelope starts, watching as I pour freshly made coffee into a mug for Spencer. "It's bad luck for a groom to see the bride before the wedding!" She reminds me, causing me to smile.

"I thought that was only if the bride was wearing her dress," I point out, adding more sugar than actual coffee into the mug. "And, besides," I add, giving the coffee one last stir before placing the spoon down on the counter. I have no idea how Spencer can drink this stuff with nearly half of the mug filled with sugar.

Turning toward Penelope with the steaming mug in hand, my eyes quickly catch onto the expertly made bouquet in her hands, every flower I wanted beautifully bundled together with a gorgeous (f/c) bow wrapped around the stems. How is she so good at any creative thing she does?

"I've made Spencer his coffee every morning since our first day living together, Pen," I tell her, smiling as I think about the fond memory. Sometimes he'll make me a cup too if I haven't done so myself. "I don't want to miss a day because of some old, wise tale that's probably been taken out of its original context," I add, slightly smirking as I know that's the truth. Once the words leave my mouth, Penelope can't resist the smile the makes it's way onto her lips as she shakes her head.

"Well, I don't think anything I say is going to stop you," She notes, earning a head nod back from me. She's right. Nothing is going to make me halt in my actions of bringing Spencer his coffee - not even a silly little fairytale.

Heading out of the hotel room in only my silk pajamas that match the rest of the girls' clothes, I find myself walking across the hall with my heart pounding in my chest. It's strange to just now realize that today is the official start of my forever. It's a fantastic feeling, but at the same time, it's giving me a high that I feel like I can't come down from. It's a dangerous, yet blissful thing.

Just as I round the corner to walk to the other end of the hall, my eyes quickly catch onto a familiar figure leaving his hotel room. There's no way I could ever forget those brunet curls or the slender body of the man I love. Although, what is a bit odd is that he's currently carrying a coffee mug of his own. I guess he didn't think that I'd stick to what we've always done.

"Good morning, handsome," I greet Spencer, causing him to lightly jump before turning around and seeing me. Once his eyes land on my pajama covered figure, he visibly calms down with a small sigh and smile.

"I wanted to go and see you, but the guys wouldn't let me. So, I had to sneak out," Spencer explains with a shake of his head, making me laugh. Just as I do that, Spencer's whole demeanor changes as if he's softening up. His tense shoulders loosen while his posture relaxes a bit, another sigh leaving his slightly smiling lips as he does so. He looks calmer than any other time I can remember.

"You... you look amazing," he compliments me, causing me to blush with a wide smile. My hair is an absolute mess right now, a majority of it up in a clip as I haven't brushed it yet. Not to mention my face doesn't even have a touch of makeup on it and I'm still in pajamas - there's nothing about me that says "amazing" right now. I don't know how Spencer can say such things.

"Thank you, baby," I tell him, taking a few steps forward before planting a kiss to his cheek. Despite today being the day of our wedding, Spencer's cheeks turn to light pink in response to my lips touching them as they always do, and I can't help but smile as I see the rose color take over his skin. Despite what some people say, I truly believe there's a good chance it will always be this way.

"I made you coffee for this morning," I tell him, gesturing to the steaming mug in my hand. "But I didn't know you made your own already," I further add, watching as the corner of Spencer's lip quirks up. Is he surprised that I would do this?

"Actually," he starts, holding the cup out to me. "I made this for you - that's why I was heading out of the room so I could go and give it to you," Spencer explains, trading mugs with me as a bright smile takes over his face. "I'm glad that we both had the same idea."

Smiling back, I nod before taking a sip from the cup of coffee Spencer made me, Spencer following in suit with the cup that I made him. We both let out a small, satisfied groan as the taste of coffee reaches our lips.

"You always manage to make my coffee perfect," Spencer points out, making my heart clench. He's so adorable, and he doesn't even realize it.

"And I'll never forget it, love, not for a long time," I tell him, leaning closer to kiss his cheek. However, before I can do so, Spencer takes the chance to wrap his free arm around me and pull me against him. Now satisfied, Spencer gives off a small hum before leaning down and pressing his lips to mine. In his arms, I feel the happiest I've felt this morning, and with the events of today being added in, I am more than ecstatic right now. Making coffee for Spencer every morning for the rest of my life is only a small fraction of what our marriage is going to be, and I can't help but look forward to doing it.

"I'm so glad we're doing this," Spencer confesses, pulling away from my lips to rest his nose against mine. Smiling, I gently sigh as I feel his hand on my waist sliding underneath my pajama top and onto my skin. His touch is so gentle that I could almost mistake it for a cloud touching me. "I've waited so long for this."

"I wish we would've done it sooner," I admit, nuzzling the side of my face into Spencer's soft sleep shirt. "Then I could've been Mrs. Reid for a long time now," I point out, turning my eyes up to the smiling man holding me.

"I do like the sound of that," Spencer murmurs, smirking as he leans farther down to press his lips to my neck. "Misses Reid," He slowly says my new title, each syllable rolling off his tongue smoothly. Even before we were engaged, he would jokingly call me that, but now that I'm actually Mrs. Reid, my love for the name has only grown.

With that, Spencer and I connect our lips in another sweet kiss while holding each other close. In his arms, I feel the warmest and happiest I have ever been. Nothing could ruin this moment between us. It's simply too perfect.

"Stop making out in the hallway! You'll be doing enough of that later!" A stern voice interrupts us, causing Spencer and me to look over to the hotel room door he stepped out of a few seconds ago. Hanging out of the empty doorway is Derek who's smirking with an accusing eyebrow. "Isn't it bad luck to see the bride before the ceremony?"

"Actually, Derek, it's only bad luck if-" Spencer argues Derek just as another voice cuts in.

"What are you two doing?!" A shout sounds throughout the hall, the tone full of Penelope Garcia's typical sassiness. Immediately, both of our heads shoot toward the end of the hall where the spunky blonde stomps toward us. "What have you two been doing?!"

"Derek, help us," I beg, turning my head back to Spencer's best man. Instead of doing what I actually asked, Derek laughs and shakes his head while holding his hands up.

"Oh no," he starts, "I'm not suffering at the hands of the woman behind you."

"Yeah," Penelope states, matter-of-factly. "I would be scared too if I were you, missy," just as soon as the words leave her lips, Penelope puts her hand on my arm and practically drags me out of Spencer's arms while Derek does the same to Spencer, both mindful of the mugs in our hands.

"You can see your beautiful bride in a couple of hours," Derek assures my soon-to-be-husband while he gives me one last kiss. As soon as his lips touch mine, I realize this is the last kiss before the one kiss we get to share that marks our forever with each other. Plus, I have no doubt that our friends will be cheering and teasing us as we do so - just like Derek and Penelope do right now. Just at the single thought, I can hardly wait.

[thewulf]

Always || Aaron Hotchner

Summary: okay so hear me out, Y/N gets hurt like stabbed or shot during a case but fails to notice. Like clearing a crime scene and all, and then hotch comes up to them just to check up cause its been a hard case.... Read Rest Here

A/N: This got really steamy, really quick. Idk why but it’s fun and I love it. No smut, allusions to it thought :)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Y/N

Word Count: 3.7k +

Shots rang out in every direction disorienting you from both the screaming, gunfire, and smoke littering the small room. This was your least favorite part of the job. The one where you saw the most death. Seen the most gruesome ideas come to life. Seeing evil in it’s true form.

More yelling. You could hardly hear but it sounded like Derek and Hotch. You put your hands up to your ears and flinched feeling a gooey viscous liquid coat your fingers. How close were you to Spencer’s gun? You turned looking for Spencer who was already running towards the unsub. How were they so coherent? You felt dazed and confused.

You grimaced when you saw your fingertips coated in blood. Were your ears bleeding? Time seemed to slow as you walked forward trying to see what in the hell was going on. Adrenaline coursed through your body as you watched Morgan handcuff the unsub who was smiling with an eerily calm demeanor staring right at you. His lips moved but you couldn’t quite make out what he said. It sounded like muffled waves underneath the ocean surface rather than words. You scrunched your nose turning your head to the other side. You could hear out of this ear.

“…just surprised she’s still standing. Doesn’t look too good does she?” You’d managed to make out once you’d turned your head to the right towards him.

Hotch never took an unsub to heart but when his eyes did roll over to you a wave of concern washed through his face. There was blood pouring from your right ear. You seemed to favor only one side as you leaned harshly on the wall. You looked like you were there, but you weren’t coherent. You were going through the motions. Doing what your brain told you to do.

“Shut him up. Lock him up.” Hotch mumbled before making a beeline straight towards you. You. His favorite agent and maybe even favorite person besides Jack. The two of you had grown close as friends after Haley’s death. You were there for everything. As much as he adored you he was terrified to make a move. What if you’d reject him and ruin it everything? He couldn’t bear the thought of losing you as a friend. So, he made himself content with it.

But seeing you beaten up like that had him scared. The fear started coursing through him as he scanned you over once more. You were beat. Tired, so damn tired. The entire team was. The case was more than hard. Almost impossible. Almost a kill a day, the pressure was on from the start.

“Hey,” He placed a gentle hand on your shoulder walking to your left side, the side without the fucked-up ear.

You jumped a mile into the air not expecting him to come over. You thought they were going to deal with the unsub first not come to you. You felt awful. Your head was pounding. You felt the blood seeping out of your ear. Your side was aching.

“Jesus Hotch.” You winced not used to hearing your voice after whatever happened to your right ear.

“Sorry,” He gave you a soft look, even by his standards, “I think you ruptured your ear drum.” He pointed to the suspect ear.

That’d explain the blood and the hearing loss. You nodded quickly, “Ouch.” A soft smile came to your lips starting to feel the pain shooting from the ear drum.

He nodded, “It hurts, I know. Are you okay other than that? Any other injuries?” He continued to look you up and down looking for anything else. You were acting weird. Weirder than if you’d just ruptured your ear drum. Completely lost in the plot.

You shook your head almost immediately regretting that. No sudden movements with a ruptured eardrum, noted. Aaron noticed the pain course your face and called for an ambulance. An ENT would need to fix your ear, he knew that much having gone through the same thing not that long ago.

“Sorry, no I’m fine. I’d think I’d know if I got shot.” You’d joked before pushing yourself off the wall. That was your first mistake. Because the second you stepped out you felt a huge surge of pain erupt from your abdomen.

The gasp wasn’t lost on Aaron. Immediately he wrapped his arms around you pulling you to the chair that decorated the room, “Where does it hurt Y/N?” He said sternly knowing he needed to get this information from you quick before you passed out.

You pointed down to your left side before gasping for more air. Maybe that’s why the bastard was looking at you with an impressed smile. He knew he hit you. You were his target. Shuddering you winced seeing Aaron’s face full of terror and realization. Getting back on the radio he called for EMT’s again now reporting a gunshot wound to the abdomen. Damn. You’d managed to do this for almost five years injury free. It was only a matter of time really.

“Can you hear me?” He pressed down into your side eliciting a soft groan from your throat. Pain shot from your stomach as he stopped the bleeding. Rationally, you knew he needed to, but damn were you in pain.

He looked away quickly after seeing you break out in pain, “I’m so sorry. I have to. The paramedics are on the way. You’ve lost a lot of blood already.” He cursed not seeing the blood through the black on your clothing. Maybe he out to make it a requirement to have something not black on. He wasn’t usually so messy, but it was you. You were on the ground in his arms bleeding from far too many spots. You. The woman he knew he loved. This couldn’t be happening all over again. He couldn’t panic not now. You needed him, more than ever.

“I can hear you.” You mumbled out feeling the effects of everything hit you in a huge wave of exhaustion.

He let out a small breath of relief putting all the pressure he needed to on your stomach, “They’ll be here soon.”

“I believe you.” Your eyes were fluttering closed feeling utterly exhausted after the extensive investigation and now this. A series of unfortunate events truly.

Aaron began panicking seeing your deteriorating state, “Hey, hey Y/N. I need you to open your eyes. Let me see those pretty eyes.”

You hummed smiling up at him. He was always so sweet on you. Making sure you were taken care of before he was, this must’ve killed him, “You’re going to make me blush Hotch.” It took far too much effort, but you opened them back up. If for nobody but him. You could keep them open just a little bit longer.

He smiled seeing you still so happy even in this state, “Thank you. Keep them open. They’re upstairs now. Just a little longer.”

You nodded. For Aaron. The second you were loaded in the ambulance you were a goner though. Letting yourself succumb to the blackness.

You’d been discharged a day later. Hotch was insistent you went to his place, but you refused. Refused to disrupt his routine with Jack. The first few hours were difficult trying to figure it all out on your own, but you soon became re-aquatinted with your apartment.

A soft knock wrapped at your door as you were watching a stupid reality show. Hobbling over to the door you swung it open only to be met with Hotch standing there. Looking as handsome as ever in a pair of jeans and a hoodie. You’d decided the man could rock any attire long ago. He just looked good in anything. Maybe it was the man more so the clothing.

“Hotch, what are you doing here?” Tilting your head to the side you spotted the soup in his hand.

“It’s Aaron when we’re home. I brought some soup. And I want to help you.” He gave you the ‘duh’ look waiting for his invitation inside.

You rolled your eyes walking towards the kitchen, “Whatever Aaron, come on in.” You knew he wouldn’t take no for an answer. What you weren’t expecting was for his arm to wrap around your waist, pulling you towards his side.

He’d never been so handsy with you before. Not that you’d ever been injured before either. You weren’t able to stop the small blush that rose to your cheeks. You hated to admit how damn good it felt to be at his side. So close to him.

“Thanks, Aaron.” You let yourself lean on him feeling relief at the weight off your side.

He shook his head, “Why aren’t you using your crutches?”

You shrugged, “They hurt. It was easier to just walk.”

“Stubborn. The most stubborn woman I know.” He lifted you onto the bar stool knowing exactly where to go for your kitchen utensils. He’d been over a few too many times for just a boss. You knew it. He knew it too. But you kept it silent. For now, anyway.

You grinned feeling far too thrilled he’d showed up, “Where’s Jack tonight?”

“With Jess. She understood.” Pouring the soup into a pot he heated it up for a few moments before serving you.

“Thank you, really. For everything. This. For showing up.” You looked at him with the utmost love in your eyes. Aaron Hotchner had swooped in and stolen your heart long ago. That’s why every date you went on dragged. Why nothing ever worked with guys. You adored him. Your heart belonged to him. The one guy who you probably couldn’t have.

“I’ll always be there for you. Always.” He leaned over the island giving your hand a squeeze, “Now eat.”

You grinned nodding your head, “This is so good. Chef Hotchner.”

He rolled his eyes this time, “Shush. Take those pretty eyes, look at the soup and eat.”

There it was again. It had to be intentional now, “Pretty eyes? Hmm?” You’d challenged him before looking away.

He cleared his throat leaning close, “The most beautiful eyes I’ve ever had the pleasure of looking into.”

“Oh, stop it.” You couldn’t handle the sweetness. The sweetness that you could really never call yours. It hurt you.

“It’s the truth. I always tell the truth.”

“So why are you telling me?” You scraped the bottom of the soup bowl. Well, it was happening. The conversation you’d managed to avoid for years was about to happen. The one that could potentially ruin your favorite thing the world, your friendship with him.

He shook his head, “Why not? Y/N, you’re beautiful. Inside and out.”

It felt like the room was spinning. You’d dreamed of it really, but could it even be a reality? “Because it can’t happen Aaron.” You looked up to his beautiful eyes swimming with emotion. He looked so handsome standing across from you.

“Again, why not?” Was he playing dumb?

“Because you’re my boss Aaron.” You spoke plainly as if it were the most obvious thing. It was the most obvious thing in your head.

He shrugged, “It’s not against company policy completely. We’ll talk to Strauss. She’ll understand.”

You gave him crazy eyes, “Will she Aaron? Because I really don’t think she will.”

He sighed knowing you were probably right but that was a problem for tomorrow. You was what he wanted tonight. He needed really, “I’ve loved you for years Y/N. I’m tired. Tired of hiding beyond walls that don’t need to be there. I love you. Jack loves you. We need you. Please, Y/N. Just say you’ll try.”

It must’ve been the way he was looking at you because damn, your insides turned to mush. All thoughts and reasons seemed to fly out the window as you looked into his eyes. Man, as much as he was a sucker for your eyes you felt the same about his, “Jack loves me?”

He erupted in laughter, “I tell you I love you and you ask if my son does?”

“Well?” You ignored his question waiting on your to be answered first.

He nodded shaking his head with an emerging grin on his face, “He does. Quite a bit. Talks about you all the time.”

You broke out in a small happy dance, “I love that little man.”

“What am I?” His eyes crinkled as the smile grew on his face. You loved that smile. While it was rare at work it came out often when you met outside of it.

“Handsome.” Answering quickly, you looked up to see his reaction.

It took him a second to process what you really said before he broke out into another smile. Pointing his finger right at you he spoke, “You are so damn lucky you’re as cute as ever because you are killing me over here.”

“Well, that’s certainly not my intention Mr. Hotchner.”

He’d never admit just how much your words affected him. You had him in a tiny little chokehold and you didn’t even know it, “What are your intentions then.”

Some rather inappropriate thoughts flashed through your mind before you turned your attention back to him. He had a rather hearty smirk stuck on his face. One you’d like to wipe clean off, “We’ll save that for another day.”

He stood back up walking over to you. He turned your barstool to face him after making sure you’d finished your soup. He cocked his head to the side memorizing your face in his mind. Every little detail. Freckle. Line. Bump and color. Every little detail was perfect.

He used his leg to brush your knee to the side so he could stand a little closer. Your heart was about to explode feeling his presence so close, “Oh? Because I know exactly what I want with you.” His gaze darkened seeing you look up to him so beautifully. Your cheeks were flushed, lips plump and eyes dazed. You were in love too and he could see it right through you. Open like a book ready for him to take and read.

Those nasty thoughts came back to the forefront of your head. He was too much and not enough all at once, “Dare I ask?” You mumbled up to him.

He shook his head leaning down, “We’ll leave that for another day sweetheart.” His voice came out husky sending a chill down your spine. Hunger formed in your stomach. For something different this time. For him.

Then you registered his words. Asshole. You should’ve seen that one coming though, “Aaron?” You asked, your desire becoming too strong.

“Yeah?” He smiled down at you amused at your sudden draw right to him. He was doing something right, he knew that. He’d give anything to have you look at him like that all the time.

“Can you kiss me?” You sounded breathless. Desperate. Needy. So unlike you. What the hell did this man do to you?

He cupped your cheeks in his hands sending chills right through your entirety. Shuddering your eyes found his gleaming, “Are you sure?”

You nodded nuzzling your cheek into his side of his calloused palm, “I’m positive. I’ve loved you for years too.”

He grinned, “We’re two fools.” Rubbing his thumb along your cheek he gave you one last out before he went in for it.

“Two fools in love.” You mumbled closing your eyes, waiting on his move.

He nodded in agreement leaning down. He brushed his lips over yours. You’d had enough of the teasing and closed the gap. You weaved a hand through his dark hair pulling on the ends as your hands explored. You drew a soft gasp out of the man before he pushed in even further. You slid along the stool back all the way against it fighting for dominance in the kiss. Aaron wasn’t giving in as his hand snaked along your wait pulling you into him.

A breathy moan escaped from your throat at the sudden closeness. You felt everything. The hardness of his chest. The flushed skin on his collar bone. The bulge at his crotch. This was happening, it was really happening.

He broke first taking raspy breaths shaking his head at you, “Jesus Christ Y/N. You can’t… You can’t make sounds like that.” His voice sounded raspy, ragged. A tone you’d never heard from the man. Something out of control about it. Proud that you were able to draw it out so soon.

You blinked innocently up at him. Knowing it’d drive the poor man mad. He was trying to hold onto any strength he had not to swoop you up into his arms and throw you onto your bed. He wanted to have his way with you. Relish in the moment. Worship your body. Learn every surface of your skin. Every scar told a story he needed to know. He made a promise he’d ask you about every single one. He was utterly, madly, in love with you.

“Why not Aaron?” You brought the doe eyes out. A sure-fire way to get any man within your grasp. There was so way Aaron Hotchner was immune.

But you were injured. He couldn’t scoop you up and have his way. He needed to restrain. And he couldn’t when you’d made noises like that. No matter how fucking pretty you looked with those huge eyes looking so damn innocent, “You fucking know why.” He took a long breath as his nose brushed against yours. God damn, he smelled more than divine. It just wasn’t fair.

“Elaborate.” You challenged him. A weird confidence overtook you knowing he desired you as much as you needed him.

“Shut up.” He leaned down once more closing the gap quickly by locking his lips on yours once again. You’d have been angry how he spoke to you if it weren’t so fucking hot. A fire spread throughout you as you pressed back into him relishing in feeling of him.

You snaked your hands below his shirt after ripping it free from the bind the belt had on it. He let out a guttural groan as your fingers traced every nook and cranny of his chest. You grinned into the kiss knowing you had him in a chokehold.

He must’ve not liked that. Aaron liked to be the dominant one. The one giving orders. He didn’t appreciate you having the upper hand so damn easily. He pulled you ever so much closer lifting you right out of the seat you were sitting in being ever so careful not to pull on you where you had just been shot a day prior.

He laid you down on your couch admiring you’re for a quick second before carefully placing himself over top of you, “This wasn’t how I pictured my night going this morning.” You admitted loving the feeling of his body gently pressing into yours.

“Hopefully it’s better.”

You nodded still breathless, “So much, Aaron. So much better.”

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered before going down to kiss along your neck. Butterflies erupted from your stomach as you took the time to memorize him. His beauty. His ruggedness. Him. Your Aaron.

You pulled him back down, truly at a loss for words for once in your life. He grinned feeling your neediness. This time he took control and snaked his hands along your waist. Running creeping hands along the band of jeans. Your hips bucked up at the feeling drawing a soft tisk from the man.

He ran his hands up your right sides careful to avoid the patched wound. His hands danced along the edge of your bra drawing a much louder moan out of your mouth. God, you wanted him more than anything right now. A deep fire lit within your core spreading throughout. Fuck this injury so hard right now.

A dark look you’d never seen from the man came to his features, “I said no noises like that love.” He took a steady breath trying not to lose control for your sake.

You shook in utmost anticipation, “I can’t help it Aaron.” Your pupils were blown in lust wanting nothing more than to rip his stupid shirt off.

You were actually trying to kill him, “Don’t sound so whiny sweetheart.” His voice dropped an octave as he kissed along your chin, cheeks, nose, forehead. Anywhere but your lips.

“Aaron.” You ignored him only whining some more. You needed him closer. You ran a hand along his back trying to pull his closer. He gave in only a little. Still

“Patience.” He leaned down kissing you hungrily letting his emotions get the best of him as your hands explored his body. He pressed in even further enjoying this far too much. You were so overly intoxicating to him it was starting to hurt.

He placed his elbow on either side of your face for best accesses and let his emotions take over. Lust. Pure unadulterated love and lust for you.

Your twisted to get a better angle at his lips. Big mistake. You let out a small squeak feeling the pull of the stitches from the gunshot wound. A shot of pain quickly came to and vanished from the wound reminding you to calm the hell down.

“Honey, I’m so sorry.” Panicked, he shot right off of you.

“It’s okay! I’m okay!” You sat up quickly wincing from the movement, “I forgot for a second. I just moved too quick.”

He nodded taking a seat next to you. He placed a gentle hand along your thigh caressing it softly, “I’m sorry. I got carried away. I know better.”

You shook your head, “It’s okay. I promise I’m fine. More of a surprise than anything.”

As much as he didn’t want to say it he needed to, “That’s enough, for tonight at least.” A small grin came upon him as he looked forward to his future endeavors with you.

You sighed leaning your head into his shoulder, “You’re right.”

“A broken clock is right twice a day.” He joked never giving himself enough credit. Too humble for his own good.

“I love you.” You whispered letting yourself relax fully next to him.

“I love you always.” He kissed the crown of your head savoring in every second he got with you. Relief washed over him as he wrapped an arm around your side letting you fall asleep on him, “Always.”

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[slutforsilverfoxes]

Two Dirty Martinis and One Olive(r)

[A continuation of Oliver with a Twist 🖤]

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“I just miss him so much,” you sniffle, scrolling through an album simply yet effectively titled with the olive emoji and a green heart. “Do you think he knows that I’m coming home? Or do you think that he thinks he’s getting abandoned over and over again? Oh my gosh, that’s so sad,” you lament aloud, bottom lip trembling while you stare into your cat’s soulful eyes on the dim screen.

“How much has she had to drink?” Aaron murmurs to JJ as you continue pining for your fur baby and talking Emily’s ear off across the table.

“Well, none of us really ate today, and she’s had one green tea shot and one-” The blonde grimaces as you down the rest of your glass and amends, “Make that two dirty martinis.”

You pop the singular olive swimming in the last dregs of the alcohol into your mouth before your eyes grow comically wide. “I just ate my son,” you declare, your statement accompanied by a gasp.

Aaron smooths a hand over his face to resist laughing at your antics and excuses himself to get you a glass of water. Leaning against the bar while waiting for a bartender to become available, he studies the way you talk so animatedly, emphasizing your thoughts with your hands, and the way everyone around the table has an easy smile on their faces while they listen to you. This team has always felt like family, but your presence has made them complete.

He can’t help but think of his own little family of two, and he wonders how Jack would feel about a new special friend in his dad’s life. Aaron’s seen the way you interact with children on cases, and he has no doubt that you and Jack would get along exceptionally well. Plus you have a pet? His son would be elated to have a cat to-

“What can I get for you, sir?”

He’s abruptly pulled from his daydream of the two of you coming home from a case to your two-legged and four-legged sons, the back of his neck heating up as he turns to face the bartender. Clearing his throat, he requests, “Just an ice water, please. Thank you.”

Beverage in hand, Hotch overhears the last of your statement to your best friend on his return to the table, “…would be nice to come home to a man.” Emily raises an eyebrow at him over your head sleepily nestled in the crook of her neck, and he fixes her with a look that clearly reads Don’t you dare.

She dares.

“Any man?” the brunette smugly prompts.

“There is this one guy,” you confess in what you believe to be a whisper but in reality is heard clear as day by the whole table. You let out a hum and a dreamy smile spreads across your face. “He’s perfect. At least, I think so.”

Aaron focuses intently on a bead of condensation running down the glass holding your ice water, fighting the urge to confess his love for you right here and right now in front of the team. His other option, which isn’t looking entirely unfavorable, is to place the drink on the table and flee the scene.

“But he’s so dumb,” you announce with a huff of frustration, and Hotch swears the world around him comes to a dead halt with a record scratch.

Stifling a laugh at the way the man in question’s sheepish smile has immediately melted into a frown, JJ inquires, “How so, hon?”

“I mean, what’s taking him so long?” you demand. “I’m pretty cute, I think. I’m clearly single thanks to this fuckin’ job. And I’m-” You wave your hands around in front of you before clarifying your meaning, “-putting out all the signals, y’know?”

“Well, why don’t you just ask him out, mamas?” Derek offers. Your girlfriends’ heads swivel in his direction with narrowed eyes, and he shows his palms in mock deference, mumbling a placating, “Damn, okay,” around the lip of his beer bottle.

A sigh rattles out of you as if Morgan has grievously inconvenienced you before you explain, “I can’t, dummy.”

“Why not?”

Aaron can’t wait to hear this.

Your best friend rushes to cover your mouth before you say something you’ll regret when sober while Penelope and JJ jump in to change the subject, but your muffled voice escapes through Emily’s fingers anyway. “HR says fraternization between a unit chief and their agent is a big no-no,” you elaborate, stretching out the word for emphasis. Aaron’s palm is damn near frozen now from stupidly standing there holding the glass, but his feet simply won’t move. “And trust me,” you carry on, bowling over Emily’s desperate attempts to shush you, “I wanna fraternize with that man,” you declare giddily.

Aaron clears his throat to announce his presence, hoping that the dim lighting in the bar will mask his pink-tinged cheeks. You turn to see him standing there and your face splits into a wide grin, your alcohol-addled brain seemingly not connecting that he bore witness to the entirety of your confession. “Hotch!” you cry happily. “You’re back! And you brought me a water,” you sigh, reaching for the glass.

“Figured you could use it,” he mumbles quietly, pulse racing when your fingers brush as the glass exchanges hands.

You assert, “You’re the sweetest ever,” and he’d be lying if he said his heart didn’t skip a beat at that.

The girls are studiously avoiding eye contact with him while Derek is staring at him, dumbstruck, and Spencer is quietly calculating the odds of you two confessing your feelings to each other before the night is over with a small smile on his face.

Hotch finds himself really wishing Dave hadn’t turned in early tonight. Or that he, too, had embraced being a senior member of the team and gone to bed instead of celebrating closing this case over drinks.

“Y’gonna just stand there all night?” you ask sweetly before patting the spot in the booth beside you. Aaron looks to his original seat to find that JJ and Penelope, still averting their eyes, have somehow shifted to the edge of the booth, leaving virtually no room for him to squeeze back in on their side.

Equal parts hesitant and hopeful, he slides into the space next to you feeling like a schoolboy with a raging crush when his leg tingles at the spot where the warmth of your thigh seeps through his slacks.

Oblivious to his racing pulse and thoughts, you lean your elbow against the tabletop and your cheek against your palm, looking up at him with a soft smile and a simple, “Hi there.”

“Hi, Y/N,” he murmurs back, and you gasp, “You said my name!”

“I say your name all the time,” he argues.

“Nu uh,” you protest, “it’s always Y/L/N or Agent or Agent Y/L/N.”

He hums in response, unwilling to admit that your name on his lips makes his brain a little fuzzy and his hands a little shaky.

“I like when you say my name,” you confess in a whisper, and Aaron can actually feel his heart swelling when you look at him like that, like he hung all the stars in the sky just for you.

In all honesty, if that’s what you wanted, he would defy gravity to make it happen.

“How’s Ollie doing?” he asks to change the subject, needing you to talk about something that makes you happy so he can keep seeing that beautiful smile on your face.

“Oh my gosh, so good!” you squeal excitedly. “He’s so, so smart. I taught him to sit and shake before meal time. Wanna see?”

“Of course,” Aaron smiles.

With a sly grin, you negotiate, “I’ll show you my kid if you show me yours,” and Aaron’s heart is now trying to actually escape out of his chest. “You…want to see pictures of Jack?”

“Of course,” you echo back. “How could anybody not love that little cutie? He’s got your dimples, y’know.” Your concentration shifts to your phone then, looking for the video of Oliver offering you his paw while Aaron sits there with a goofy smile on his face that has those very dimples making a rare appearance.

The next morning, armed with the logic that you’ll surely need to stave off a hangover, Aaron knocks on your hotel room door and asks you out to breakfast before your flight back home.

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Find the third & final part of Aaron, reader, & Oliver's story here!

AH tags 🖤 @gothwifehotchner

[bradshawssugarbaby]

"You don't remember me?" with Derek Hale pls!

i had some fun with this one! It's sort of along the same lines as my Wherever You Will Go fic, but I like how it turned out.

“Don’t you remember me?” 

You frowned, biting your bottom lip to keep it from trembling as you watched Derek’s face. He had to remember you, he just had to. You’d dated for two years, and you’d sworn he was the one back then, and at the time, you believed it to be true. Derek was the man you saw yourself marrying. Things ended on a sad note between you both, and you’d managed to somehow not cross paths over the course of the last five years. However, this latest trip back to Beacon Hills to visit your family, had proven to be the trip where your luck would run out. 

As much as you still cared for, and even loved, Derek, you’d wanted to avoid seeing him. You knew that the minute your gaze fell upon him again, your eyes locking with his hazel-grey coloured irises, his stoic glances over you as he took in the site of you again, the lopsided smirk you could sometimes manage to illicit out of him, the rasp of his deep voice falling onto your ears again - you knew it’d be torture for you. In fact, merely seeing him made you want to run and hide, but now, engaging with him in conversation, realizing he may have forgotten what you two had together all those years ago, you felt your stomach tying itself into knots. He looked at you blankly, shaking his head once more.

“I mean, you seem familiar, I guess,” he started to speak before the realization hit him at once, “Wait,” his brows furrowed as he shook his head, averting his gaze to look at something in the distance at the back of the room. 

“How have you been?” He finally said, putting an end to the echoing silence that had fallen on the two of you.

“Fine,” you retorted, folding your arms over your chest as you looked at him. 

“I didn’t do anything to you, you know,” Derek started, immediately becoming defensive towards you.

“Oh, is that how you see it? Because, you know, from this side of things, it looked to be entirely your doing.” 

Derek scowled, shaking his head again. Those same hazel-grey eyes met yours again, although this time, instead of confusion and pondering as he tried to place your face to a name, this time, his eyes were full of frustration, annoyance - although, you could tell it wasn’t entirely directed to you. Part of him likely knew that you were right, as much as he hated to admit it. He’d gotten cold feet. Everyone knew it. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that Derek’s fear of commitment had been your relationship’s downfall. It was the downfall of nearly every other relationship Derek had ever had too. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to have someone to spend the rest of his life with - it was that he didn’t know how to spend the rest of his life with someone. He’d taken a couple years to warm up to even his friends, let alone a romantic partner. 

“I didn’t do anything to hurt you purposefully and you know it,” Derek warned, his finger pointed towards you.

“Is that so? You dumped me pretty abruptly, you could have timed it better.”

“Let’s not split hairs, ok?” Derek sighed again, his scowl softening as he looked you up and down, as if committing the way you looked now to memory. 

“Can you please stop staring at me?”

“Sorry, I just - you know, I’ve always thought I may have made a mistake all those years ago. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again to be able to make things right but…if you’re willing, maybe you could give me a chance? Or at least let me explain things to you?”

You frowned as you noticed Derek’s expression. It wasn’t his usual stone-faced aloofness that everyone had grown to expect from him. Instead, his face was emotional, his eyes full of remorse and regret, his lips turned slightly into a hopeful smile - a look you’d rarely seen before on his face. Letting out a sigh, you nodded your head slowly, arms folding across your chest as you looked him up and down. 

“You better start talking, you’ve got 5 years to make up for,” you said as you fought back a smirk, realizing that Derek likely felt the same way you had all these years.

[clotpolesonly]

Trick or treat!

you get a section out of an "X swipes left on Y without realizing Y is standing right behind them" trope Sterek fic WIP frommmm 2018 apparently lakdfjgalkfdh

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“Wow,” came a voice from very close behind him. “You’re hard to please, aren’t you? I thought that was a pretty good picture. My selfie game’s not usually strong, but all my friends agreed that one was a keeper.” Beanie guy was peering over Derek’s shoulder, thick glasses sliding down his nose. Big brown eyes flicked up to meet Derek’s and pretty pink lips spread into a smile. The same smile from the last picture. Because this was the same guy, who had apparently just watched Derek reject him. Derek’s face burned, but he would be damned if he let embarrassment get the better of him when this nosy asshat had been watching over his shoulder like a total creep. “You need your friends’ help to get laid via phone app?” “Trust me, I don’t need anyone’s help to get laid,” the guy said. “Via phone app or otherwise.” He winked. The easy smile on his face told Derek that that usually worked for him. Well, not today. “Funny,” Derek said primly. “I would never have guessed.” He turned back to the counter just in time for his order to come up, studiously ignoring the noise of indignation behind him. He collected his drink with the most pleasant smile he could manage out of some sort of misdirected spite. The barista almost dropped it in shock. Derek returned to his table, fully intending to bury himself in his phone for as long as the battery would hold out. He hadn’t been there two minutes—nineteen left swipes—before the chair opposite him was pulled out and the beanie guy dropped into it with a huff. “I gotta hand it to you, man,” he offered. “That was a pretty sick burn. I respect well-thrown shade, even when it’s thrown at me.” He tipped his own coffee in Derek’s direction like a toast, then downed half of it in one big gulp. “So what made you swipe left? Was it the weird lighting? I always thought the lighting was kinda weird there.” Derek hadn’t thought so. Better than the rest, actually, considering most pictures on Grindr were refracted camera flashes in fluorescent-lit bathrooms. This guy’s had been natural sunlight, outdoors at what might’ve been a pool party, if he recalled the slivers of background correctly. It had made him look pretty radiant, backlit like that. But Derek wasn’t going to say that. He had already made the first choice to not be interested, and the second choice to not give this guy the satisfaction of— well, any kind of satisfaction. So he sipped at his new coffee and said:  “Maybe it was the complete and utter lack of any discernible personality in your profile.” The guy made another of those insulted noises, this time complete with a hand over his heart. “You think ‘dog-lover, frequent wikipedia editor, federal agent, and avid Star Wars fan’ constitutes a lack of personality?” he said, clearly scandalized. “Did you miss the ‘Star Wars fan’ part? That alone just screams personality!” Damn it, Derek loved Star Wars. And dogs. And, honestly, he was intrigued by the federal agent part, even if he was a little skeptical of that claim considering how young and slouchy and un-intimidating this guy looked. If Derek weren’t wholly dedicated to tanking his obvious ego, he would regret not actually reading his profile before swiping left on it. But he was too committed to being disinterested to back down now. Doing otherwise would only fuel the ego. So Derek shrugged. “Never seen it.” “Oh my god, you too?” The guy shook his head like he had never heard a more disappointing statement in his entire life. “First Scott, then Liam, and now Super Hot But Hard To Impress Airport Guy. No one has any taste nowadays.” Derek pointedly did not let that title fluster him. “I’m not hard to impress,” he lied. “You’re just not impressive.” Also a lie.

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trick or treat with me!!

[honeybrowne]

Hi! I’m sorry if this is like too in depth but I have an idea for Hotch, but I’m horrible at writing 😅 I was thinking that maybe him and reader have unspoken feelings for each other and while they are out with the team, different guys buy her drinks and it makes Hotch jealous when he sees her flirting back with them. There doesn’t have to be smut because I know you only take blurb requests and this is already sort of long lol but I just really loveeeee jealous Hotch! And I think you’d write it well. I love everything you’ve put out so far 🥰

omg jealous!hotch is my fav to write <333 and thank for the kind words 🫂🤍

It took a lot to get under Hotch's skin. During his time as a prosecutor, he learned how to hide his emotions, a skill he's fine-tuned since becoming an agent.

However, it was clear to everyone at the table that he wasn't in a good mood.

From the moment you walked in, men with an embarrassing amount of confidence approached you, offering to buy you a drink. Considering your current bet with Morgan, you accepted each time, gently touching their arm and flashing a sweet smile to make them think they had a chance with you.

Even if they didn't, it drove Hotch insane to watch you openly flirt with other people, especially when he'd been harboring deep feelings for you over the last few months. Feelings he was almost certain you knew about.

In your defense, he hadn't exactly made a move.

Longing stares and brief touches would only go so far, and it was just a matter of time before you'd start looking elsewhere—Hotch knew that. But breaking professionalism to ask out one of his subordinates who he wasn't positive reciprocated his feelings kept him from doing anything he may regret.

Ironically, the only thing he was regretting was keeping his mouth shut.

The fourth man of the night stood beside you at the bar as you ordered another drink, looking much more your type than the rest. At this point, the group didn't even bother to watch the interaction unfold besides Morgan—who was two drinks away from owing you twenty bucks—and of course, Hotch.

His eyes were focused on you, watching as you leaned in closer and propped your chin up with your hand. You seemed much more interested, saying a few words he couldn't make out from this far away.

It was one thing to see you entertain men who were entirely out of your league for your benefit and a total other to watch someone sweep you off your feet. He knew it would only torture him more if he were to stick around.

Before Hotch could witness anything else, he quickly bid everyone goodnight, giving an excuse for his early departure he hoped they'd believe.

They didn't.

Unsurprisingly, you returned with two drinks in hand, and a number scrawled on your forearm. "Derek, I got you a drink I didn't pay for and one for myself... which makes six total."

Morgan shook his head. "Nuh uh, I said six of your drinks. Mine doesn't count."

"Fine," you shrugged. "I'll just drink it, then. I haven't had a martini in a while."

He rolled his eyes. "Okay, you win."

You smiled victoriously as he handed you the money, tucking it into your pocket. Once you sat down, you noticed someone was missing, a frown taking over your face when you realized who.

"Hey, where's Hotch?"

"He just left," Prentiss chimed in. "I think he got butt hurt watching you flirt with that guy."

What?

It had been your suspicion that he had feelings for you, but you always assumed it was just wishful thinking and pushed the thought aside before it could develop a mind of its own. Not to mention, he was your boss, and the idea of making a fool of yourself in front of your superior sounded like the purest form of embarrassment.

"I don't think he's left yet if you want to go talk to him," Rossi hinted, and you've never run out of a building so fast in your life.

Thankfully, he was still in the parking lot, barely getting to his car. You called out to him a few times, growing frustrated when he didn't acknowledge you. As a last-ditch effort, you said his first name, noticing his hand freeze on the door handle.

Hotch took a deep breath as he turned around, his hands falling to his sides as he rubbed his thumbs over his fingers.

"Did I forget something?"

You crossed your arms. "Yeah, you didn't say bye to me."

"Oh, I'm sorry. You were a little busy."

How he struggled to meet your eyes was enough to tell you that Prentiss was right, and your suspicions were confirmed. There was no other reason he'd be so upset aside from the attention you'd been getting that wasn't from him. It was so obvious that you felt stupid and didn't realize it until now.

"Not busy enough to where you couldn't interrupt," you enlightened. "And if I upset you, I'm sorry... I didn't know..."

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "No, it isn't your fault. I just— I didn't know how to tell you."

His voice was softer than usual, almost like he was afraid it would break if he spoke any louder. This was uncomfortable for him, even if it was a relief to get his feelings out in the open. He just wasn't good at stuff like this.

When his eyes caught a glimpse of the ink on your arm, the ache in his heart returned. "It's too late, anyway."

"Wait," you pleaded. "No, it isn't."

Hotch paused and nearly melted into a puddle of delight and embarrassment when you grabbed his hand, tugging him away from the car.

"I just want to hear you say it."

"Say what?" he wondered.

You smiled, lacing your fingers with his. "That you like me."

The laugh he tried to stifle expelled from his chest, the prettiest smile you think you've ever seen tugging at his lips. "I've always liked you... just not as much as I do now."

Not knowing what to say, you pulled him in for a hug, sighing contently at the feel of his body against yours. Not that you'd ever admit it—even now—you always wondered what it would be like to feel him embrace you like this, and you realize you hadn't been very generous. It was more comforting than you imagined, his arms strong and firm around you.

"I've always liked you too," you conceded. "A lot."

His smile widened, only loosening his hold to look at you again. "Enough to let me take you to dinner?"

"More than enough," you promised. "Oh, and do you have hand sanitizer in your car? I need to get this off," you said, gesturing to the phone number on your forearm.

"No, but I'll buy you some and wipe it off myself."

[karofsky]

As much as I enjoyed the season, and the finale, and how at its core I understand why Guillermo made the choice he did, the specifics of it just... Make no sense?

From the start Guillermo regretted his turning. He had every right to take what he wanted, but in the end Derek made the choice for him by decidedly not knowing Guillermo at all. We see him struggle with the consequences of this all season, and see that the thing that he regrets most ISN'T the vampiric qualities he slowly grows into and outwardly enjoys, but is that he's caused a mess in the most important relationships he has. And then that's just... Tossed out.

Like, of course, Guillermo has always shown compassion for humans. Maybe not, you know, a lot, considering he was still quite literally a serial killer by proxy, but even outside of people like his family or his close friend, he risked his life to save the Mosquito Club, who an hour before he assumed he'd have to kill to protect the mansion.

But... the thing that gets me is that the ENTIRE point of this show is to show you that these vampires are not really any different from humans, because at their core, that is who they ARE. Guillermo even opens the season stating this. Vampires have lives, and jobs, and relationships, and families, and experiences. We are supposed to care about these characters because we see all these qualities you would see in any regular human character, just instead of the norm it's wrapped up in the tragedy that these humans are now cursed with eternal life and damnation.

It was just odd. It was abrupt. They set up for Guillermo wanting to be human again because he wasn't ready, and instead have now retconned an entire season over him panicking about killing a human directly. It would be fine if it was implied to just be, like, the straw that broke the camel's back, but up until the finale Guillermo was coming into being a vampire, and ENJOYING it. He had found ways to get around his bloodlust with the raw meat. We have seen in the show (and in the episode!!) that blood can be acquired and drank in many ways, without having to hunt a human.

Just... I want them to address this more. I want them to go into next season with Guillermo having a full crisis. He has no idea what he wants anymore. And I hope, dearly hope, that we touch back on the fact that he has such a disconnect that the vampires ARE also people. I need him to actually face consequences.

I need hunters to return and cause problems. I need Laszlo or Nadja to get caught in the crossfire of some battle, completely innocent, and Guillermo has to watch the two people who protected him with little thought, suffer at the hands of humans he vows to protect (nevermind that Nadja's entire character is based on the fact that she has never had a home because of humans or anything, btw!!!). I need Nandor to take a stake for him and die in his arms. I need Guillermo to realize that there is no Human vs. Vampire debate, just Bad People and Good People.

[quackquackcey]

Rumpled sheets, smoke-tinged kisses, and sea salted lightning

Rated E, 13k words. Tags: A/B/O, mafia boss Derek x FBI agent Stiles, established relationship, case fic, porn w/ plot. Read on AO3.

(yes, I wrote this gif scene in the fic, it’s a need 😩)

(shoutout to @renmackree for this graphic—if you see this, you’re amazing! 💛)

Summary:

FBI agent Stiles and mafia boss Derek pair up to take down an elusive killer targeting both humans and supernaturals, but will they make it through the storm unscathed?~ 🚬⚡️

The canteen quieted from carefree chatter to hushed whispers, as it did everytime Stiles and Derek walked in.

“I heard he’s a dirty cop, but because of his connections with mafia, they just transferred him to the SID,” whispered Stiles’ fellow coworkers today. “And I guess that’s his handler?”

“Someone told me he’s from the main branch, top of the field,” others whispered, “temporarily helping out the SID. I feel bad that he got stuck working with a dirty cop. I’d rather deal with a criminal than a dirty cop, y’know what I mean?”

Stiles rolled his eyes.

The same old rumors, yet somehow, they just got further and further from the truth everyday. He shot a glare at Derek as they sat down at an empty table.

“Don’t look at me like that, detective.” Far too much amusement for Stiles’ liking shone in Derek’s silver green eyes. “I have better things to do than bribe some government dogs to up my reputation. Clearly, I don’t look like a lowlife criminal like a certain someone.”

Stiles rolled his eyes and stabbed his meatloaf. “This is all your fault, I hope you know.”

“If it makes you feel better to shift the blame, then go ahead,” said Derek, sipping his coffee without a care.

“I’m not talking about our deal—”

“Relationship,” Derek cut in.

“Okay, fine, our deal-turned-relationship-thing, I’m talking about your insistence to eat here for lunch!” hissed Stiles. “Why can’t we just go out to eat? There’re cafés and shops all along this street!”

“I never said we had to eat here.”

Stiles’ brows shot up. “Yeah? So you’re fine with getting the fuck out of here right now?”

“Sure,” drawled Derek.

The plastic fork in Stiles’ fist bent in half. “I will shoot you.”

“You have before,” Derek reminded him. “I just like the coffee here. We can eat elsewhere. The food is not great.”

“You couldn’t have said this two weeks ago?!”

“And miss out on the increasingly ridiculous rumors every time we walk in? Who’d have guessed that the FBI headquarters is worse than high school? It’s amusing that the nation’s so-called top law enforcement is full of shallow idiots.”

Stiles pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Here we go again.”

“I’m just saying that you’d expect FBI employees of all people to look beyond appearances.”

“They do,” Stiles told him, “for cases. Not for random distant coworkers they don’t give a shit about.”

“Cases, hm? You’re saying they separate their work from personal life?”

“Uh, yeah? Who the hell is gonna analyze the shit out of every person they see in passing?”

“I do,” said Derek, “or else I wouldn’t be alive.”

Stiles grimaced. “Yeah, but that’s you. Your life sucks.”

“And you, because the entire reason everyone thinks you’re a dirty cop and I’m your handler leads back to you not separating your work and personal life.”

“No, I separate them.”

Derek raised an eyebrow.

“I just don’t have much of a personal one,” said Stiles, and Derek let out a rare chuckle. “Who knew that trying to catch「Hunter」would fuck my life up so bad?”

“I’m hurt.”

Stiles rolled his eyes again, a regular occurrence around Derek. “I didn’t say I regretted it.” He let out a huff. “It’s been interesting, to say the least, learning about the supernatural.”

“Just that?” asked Derek with a knowing smirk and bedroom eyes.

Stiles swallowed. “What else is there that’s so interesting?”

“Hm—” Derek’s phone vibrated in his suit jacket pocket and he picked up the call for five seconds, then hung up. “Family calls,” he told Stiles. “I have to punish someone.”

“You mean kill someone?” muttered Stiles.

“Now, now, that’s not much of a punishment, is it? More importantly”—Derek leaned in closer, placing a leather-gloved hand on Stiles’ thigh—“your heat’s coming up soon, isn’t it?” he murmured. “How about we take the edge off tonight, my place?”

Stiles’ breaths stuttered, but he managed to glance cooly at Derek. “My first time to a mafia boss’s place,” he murmured back. “How exciting.”

“It’s quite boring, really.” Derek squeezed his thigh then stood up with his untouched food and cup of coffee. “Call me if you find anything new about 「Sentiero」.”

And with that, he strode off, walking like he owned the place as he usually did, and Stiles sighed watching the gazes inevitably drawn towards Derek’s exit.

Appearances really could be deceiving.

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[thirtheenprimes]

I don't think s5 ending felt rushed? I felt like it tied up the threads sown in the first episode very nicely. Guillermo regretted his decision before Derek even bit him and all through s5 he was trying desperately to kick dirt on that regret and come into his own. Derek but him when he said "not ready". That's been there since the first episode. How is something that's been there since the first episode of the season "rushed"?

Throughout the season there was the build up of each vampire finding out about Guillermo's decision and reacting not exactly as you might think. They had his back, they are forced to admit they liked him too much to kill him or son him to be killed.

Including Nandor. Obviously Nandor would go into a rage, everyone said he would. He felt betrayed. He felt cheated on. He Nandor and honor and the warrior life is very important to him. And he always needs time and help to process past his gut reaction to get to the reaction he feels he shouldn't be having but is more honest.

The whole season we've seen Nandor's loyalty and care for his housemates, and him making those decisions to take care of and help the people he cares so much about.

I don't think Nandor knowing Guillermo wasn't ready is the only reason he never turned Guillermo. Nandor wasn't ready. We know for a fact he's scared of Guillermo leaving. We know Nandor is selfish and stupid. But I do think that once he came to terms with Guillermo being a vampire hunter, he did research. He was the first to wonder if that would effect Guillermo's turning that's why he had the answer. He might even have found and turned a different hunter to experiment.

From Nandor's perspective, this wasn't rushed. This was something he had been preparing for, something he worked about. From Guillermo's perspective, it wasn't rushed. It was something he didn't know, something he had been chewing on for so long, and I know the ceremony was unexpected, but it wasn't rushed.

Nor was it a let down? Got all the reasons above? The ending was so fitting it was theorized in many different ways for so long. People talked about Nandor using his wishes to turn Guillermo human again. A lot. Sure there was usually a follow up of Nandor turning him after, but we have another season guys. Each season starts and ends with a major shift in the dynamic between Guillermo and the rest of the household. Familiar to repressed hunter. Repressed hunter to bodyguard. Bodyguard to intentionally unsure. Intentionally unsure to (repressed) vampire. (Repressed) vampire to ?

Guillermo is going to be human again and he's going to struggle with his own humanity in a way the other vampires weren't given the option to. A way Nandor is particularly sensitive to due to the circumstances of his turning. The plot is EXACTLY in line with the show. Next season (I saw a post recently suggesting there is only one more confirmed season) Guillermo is going to have a Bad(tm) Time and he's going to have to do some processing and, if it's the last season, he's going to walk into Nandor's crypt quietly and say "I'm ready" at the end of the series and it's all going to end when Nandor smiles and finally turns him. If it isn't the last season, we might have one where Guillermo tries to find another path to immortality (how exactly did the witches attain it again?) Before the show ends with Guillermo getting turned by Nandor.

Look. I know a lot of people want to see, in the show, Guillermo be a full vampire and be badass and shit but I don't think that's going to happen in the show like that. I still think he'll be a badass vampire by the end, but that's like the only overarching plot to the show. Each season has an arc, and the entire show isn't just about Guillermo, but the show is going to end when the first and most consistent plot hook wraps up. Once Guillermo gets turned and is satisfied with it, the show is over. This isn't going to be one of those shows that have completely disconnected season, that scramble to create new underlying conflict and major plot drivers after their main one is gone. Those shows that feel like a cash grab because they couldn't let the show end when the point of the show is over. WWDITS started with Guillermo wanting to be a vampire, that's how it ends. Every season starts and ends with him and his shifts toward or away from vampirism. It's not just A plot, it is THE plot. Not the most important, the framework of the show. Everything in between, all our favorite gay shenanigans and hlthe wonderful development of each housemate, is the meat packed into the frame.

So I really don't find this ending disappointing. Not in a bad way. Honestly, I feel like the disappointment I feel is for Guillermo, not about. And I think what Nandor did was a great plot device that was properly executed. If they had let Guillermo stay a vampire and the next season he would have been that (a vampire comfortable in his existance and on equal footing with the housemates because anything less than that would not have been a big enough change to warrant a season shift) what connection to the first would we have? Everything is different, and amazing, but it's all the meat. Any plot they could put together would have been founded on developments after the first season, so season six would feel more like a sequel series. Even developing the romance between Nandermo is just meat. Even Nandermo is the fun side plot that can only exist with the strong and stable framework that is "Guillermo struggles with becoming a vampire".

I know a lot of other opinions are going to come out as the finale ages, but I was just getting a little frustrated with the sheer amount of negative reactions to the finale. I thought it was a great finale. I thought each decision made by the characters and writers made sense and were pretty good emotional caps to the build up through the season. Guillermo regrets: he returns to being human. Guillermo takes care of his vampires: he learns to let them take care of him. Nandor is selfish: he starts doing things that hurt him but help those he cares about. Nadja is a bitch: she develops loyalty and humility. Laszlo and Colin were focuses last season and this one I feel is more showing off their developments from last season (on a base character level not small stuff like admitting they are about Guillermo or are actually interesting).

[venturismcdonald]

Alright you, I am totally willing to chat with you about Derek Venturi's vibe being "folklore" by Taylor Swift. I'm gonna end up listening to that album again this weekend while thinking about him, my favourite blorbo, and internally screaming while I work retail; and I both blame AND thank thee.

Okay, yes, because here's the thing: folklore is an album full of contradictions and really fucking confusing plotlines and self doubt while simultaneously believing in oneself above all else and that is Derek Venturi to a t. (He's also Midnights but that's a conversation for another day.) Please add your thoughts to this somewhat comprehensible thing I wrote about this!

Literally ever since the thought came to me all I have been able to think is Derek being every song and I have ✨thoughts✨ on it.

the 1: alright, look, Derek is aware that people *think* he's cool. But the thing is, he's had two serious relationships in his entire life. Sally was cool, he thinks he loved her, in the fearless way someone loves when they're sixteen and might have had feelings for their stepsister at the same time. Being with Sally was cool, but he knew it never would've worked out long term because... *vaguely hand gestures to his brain, which must be at least 20% Casey.* It's not that Derek regrets being with and loving Sally, he's just aware it wasn't forever and was never meant to be. He always felt like he had to be better around her, to be a version of himself that didn't prank Casey and start wars with the football team (even though, hello, they're football players, Sally, they totally deserve it! Max is annoying and an ass and not a good partner to Casey and football is a terrible sport that only narcissistic egomaniacs who should be spouting the Star Spangled fucking Banner play), a version of himself that was soft and kind and just not Derek. He can be those things, but not all the time. His love language is fond insults.

cardigan: this one is how he feels a lot of the time. As a society, we've acknowledged this is a song about being used when someone needs something but not actually being what they need or want. That's how Derek feels. He's a god amongst men, alright, and that comes with people wanting him for something or another constantly. Do they care about him? Not really, but don't they do a damn good job of pretending? It's almost convincing. Just like the song.

the last great american dynasty: is he a woman named Rebekah living in Rhode Island after the death of her first husband? No, not to his knowledge. Does he fit the vibe of someone who decides that fuck it, he's going to spend the rest of his life doing a bunch of random hijinks with his friends and Casey and their pack of kids? Of course. That's literally Derek. He has dyed a dog key lime green (Casey didn't find it nearly as amusing as Derek and Molly did, because she is lame and needs to expand her horizons), he has decided to pace rocks just to look insane and aesthetic and he's certainly made questionable gambling decisions (hence Sky's conception. Use a condom, kids.)

exile: do you know how long this man spent pining after Casey?? If we take LWL into effect, it's twenty four years! And in those 24 years, Casey was never single longer than nine or ten months (because she's Casey and loves long term relationships and all the bullshit that comes with them because she's never done anything casually. Except the one time they fucked and he ran away to Paris and they never spoke of it again), which meant Derek had to watch her fall in love, over and over again, with different terrible men! Really, what was she thinking? A football captain, a douchebag who rated her (and only thought she was a six and a half, as if Derek would ever obsess over a six and a half! It's insulting), a guy who didn't have a personality and a neglectful husband have been her choices. He has to watch, from the sidelines, because she doesn't let him in after everything happened, after the fight and the sex and the avoidance. All he is to her is a stepbrother she once hooked up with. Nothing more. Meanwhile, his heart cracks every time he sees her and Peter on Facebook.

my tears ricochet: specifically the first verse is giving Derek vibes to me. He knows he can bring out every side of people effortlessly, he can read them like a book because Derek is so smart, it's just people smart! It's why he knows that he has to try and be the greatest (not that it takes much effort, but it's difficult some days) to get any attention, to get love from his parents and his family and everyone around him. Because everyone loves him conditionally and Derek is barely holding himself together. Scotch tape doesn't fix everything. But c'mon, Marti, Simon and Sky are the only people who have loved him without conditions, without terms of service. What else is he supposed to believe? That he's suddenly lovable and perfect and doesn't need to put in any effort ever because he's not a fuck up? That would erase literal decades of George, Abby and Nora's parenting.

seven: being a kid is fucking great, man. Even a kid whose parents don't like him, who make him feel like a fuck up because he had to repeat the first grade (look, alright, it's hard to focus and his brain won't because Derek is broken and he's aware. Moving on), a kid who tries so hard and never gets acknowledgement. And then his parents have Edwin! Just because! Edwin is planned, he's wanted, he's everything Derek isn't. But when Derek is seven, George and Nora start fighting more. He takes Ed (who's two) and they hide out in the backyard, in a shitty treehouse that'll probably result in a broken bone one day, playing pirates until Edwin falls asleep or the yelling stops, whichever comes first. Because being seven is also impossible. It's great in hindsight, but at the time? God, it sucks. He romanticizes it until he remembers having to scream so loud the neighbors thought something was wrong so George and Abby would stop fighting, remembers the time he broke his arm on the slide because they wouldn't get outside and play so he went first and they didn't even notice until three days later because they were in such an intense fight. Being seven was the best and worst of times and sometimes, Derek thinks it was his peak. In a weird competition, his parents would always try to shower him with love right after a fight. It didn't add up, but whatever, who is he to judge?

august: Derek is August. I need this to be known; he's the one waiting on a call, who desperately wants to get it and knows he won't. Casey won't call, she'll never call, because they fucked everything up, hooking up. He saw it clear as day on her face the morning after, it's why he went to fucking Paris. And honestly, he's never really a first choice, is he? He's always the backup guy, the guy who you drag out for looks but don't actually love. You'll pretend to, and you'll do a good job, but no one actually does and that's okay.

this is me trying: he tries, alright? It may not seem like it, with Derek being a solid D+ student, but he tries. So hard. It's not his fault that his fucking brain won't cooperate and he can't learn the useless stuff. Give him a hockey stick, he'll be so good you'll forget all about your problems, but don't make him do school. He hates it. The only topics he can learn about are the ones he's obsessed with (mythology, film, music, the history of video games that one summer, the bodice rippers Casey keeps under her pillow, Casey as a whole entity (this is entirely against his will. Believe him, his life would be so much easier if he didn't know so much about Casey and feel so much about her he cannot breathe and he can't talk about it so it just sits there, being a crushing weight on him because she is inconvenient! And annoying and the absolute worst!), hockey, all of Marti and Simon's interests, etc) and five paragraph essays do not fit that. But then there's the fact he practically is a parent to Marti, doing all the emotional and physical labor of one most of the time. He tries so hard to not fuck her up because he loves her so much. Ed's cool and he loves him, but Smarti's different, okay? When Derek met Edwin, he sort of just shrugged, loved the kid and failed to get him into anything cool. When he met Marti, Abby told him he'd be taking on responsibility and Derek took that seriously. He's uncharacteristically responsible with her. Marti is the fucking best. Derek tries so hard to not be obsessed with Casey, even though it feels like she's in his fucking bloodstream, she's running through him, she's a goddamn part of him and sometimes he wants to crawl inside of her skin and live there, because he knows she can't feel the same. Casey doesn't love him. Casey doesn't even like him! So he pranks her and grins and throws a fit when she dates Sam (which, seriously Sam? What a fucking betrayal, dude. The male code! It's a real thing and definitely not something he just pulled out of his ass so you wouldn't date his annoying and hot stepsister) and eventually tries to be a decent person because, for some reason, she doesn't give up on him. It's sickening.

illicit affairs: before Casey finalized her divorce with Peter, there was (shh, it's a secret, don't tell the family) an affair happening in her house. Take two guesses as to who it was. Derek and Casey? Brilliant. Yeah, it's an affair, and it makes Derek feel dirty, like all he's good for is being a secret boy toy, but he loves her so much that he'll take whatever she's giving, even if it's just bare scraps. Derek will break himself in half to help her, to make Casey feel better, and if being her mistress is how he does it, then it'll be fine. He won't panic about their future once her divorce is finalized at all.

invisible string: there is only one explanation for why Derek's felt so drawn to Casey since he first met her. She had a schoolgirl uniform on. Is it his kink? No, not particularly, but she's a hot girl in a schoolgirl uniform. He's not blind! But also, he met her and something in his brain lit up, some part he'd never known was there before, some part that made him want to be around her all of the time for some inexplicable reason. She's infected him like a cancer. It's evil. He loves it. There's something dragging them together constantly, and at his age of 38 (please don't mention it, he's coping poorly), he can admit it might be fate or the universe or whatever. Derek loves Casey and she loves him back. Has for decades, apparently. They should've pulled their heads out of their asses so much sooner, because they're in love and it's great and they go do all the cute coupley shit Derek used to swear he'd never do but in his defense: it's Casey and she lights up doing that bullshit and Derek is a total marshmallow when it comes to her. She even gets to steal his food! And watch her terrible reality shows during hockey games! This whole love thing has turned him into a disgusting sap of a person. Shoot him, please. He begs.

mad woman: Derek's spent enough time around women (Casey especially) to understand they are complex creatures. He'll never fully understand them, but he can try to. They get mad at... A lot, honestly, being a woman must be exhausting (Casey and Marti are constantly feeling things so deeply it's painful) and sometimes it's each other? He's not quite sure, but he knows they're mad. And when they are, do not mess with them. Even Casey, who is stupid hot when mad. The world is against women, apparently, so they get mad at that and the fact they have to pay for tampons (Derek ends up buying them, do not make it a thing) and having it be inferred they're just fucking insane. Which, to be fair, they are! Casey especially! But yeah, it's gotta be annoying, so he's trying to empathize and be feminist and other bullshit that Skyler has bullied him into.

epiphany: so here's the problem: Derek is aware he's had a pretty decent life, all things considered. No massive traumas, nothing a therapist should see him for. Still, he can't help but feel sometimes like there's a war being waged between his brain and the Canadian education system. It's fucking insane! School just doesn't work and Derek is broken because he doesn't get it, he doesn't understand, everything feels violent and he can't cope. Hence hockey, where he can hit things and people with sticks! Hockey is great! It's bloody and gorey and everything else Casey hates.

betty: oh boy. This one's a doozy. But it's not Derek's fault, he will maintain, that he accidentally pissed Casey off so much she won't talk to him. He made one joke about her divorce (which wasn't even that bad! The kids laughed! Simon laughed! Casey is the only one who didn't) and now she's stormed off and won't talk to him so obviously Derek needs to apologize. He hates apologies; they're lame and suck all the fun out of everything and they are the worst! But he does, and god, does he hope that it'll be enough for him to apologize by playing her a song he wrote and talking about his (ugh) feelings for her to kiss him in front of the kids and their parents and admit this is what she wants. Because this thing between them has always been on her terms, he's just along for the ride, but he'd really like to be with her forever.

peace: one of the few cons of being as amazing as Derek is that he doesn't get any privacy half the time. Neither do his romantic partners, as a result. He's aware of this and it's part of why he doesn't date anymore; it's too hard to find someone willing to deal with all of it. Once he and Casey officially get together, one of Derek's biggest fears is that she's going to realize he's not worth it. Because she'll never have a quiet, peaceful life that Casey deserves, not being with him. Everything will be an article and it's going to suck and Derek loves her. Will she be okay without getting that peace? He'd get it if she wasn't; it's okay, he won't hold it against her. She'll never get to live a normal life with him. When she tells him she'd rather insane with anyone else than normal with him, he may or may not shed a tear or two. Because he's not worth that, he isn't even close to worth the chaos that'll come with it, but Casey thinks he is for some reason, so Derek will keep trying to prove to her that he is. Every day for the rest of his goddamn life.

hoax: when love feels conditional and faithless, it's essentially a massive hoax. Derek doesn't believe in a love that'll exist with unwavering loyalty and faith and trust. It's not for him. Maybe for other people, but he doesn't get that. Everyone's love for him is a fake, a pretend, and Derek is great at pretending he doesn't know it. Love is bullshit, the kind they talk about in the movies. That doesn't exist for people like Derek. It exists for Marti and Casey and Edwin and Lizzie and Nora and George and hell, Abby and Dennis, but not for Derek. He's not wired to receive it. And he'll believe they all love him endlessly to go to sleep at night, waking up knowing it's a lie.

the lakes: sometimes, a man wants peace and quiet. He wants to go to an abandoned lake, write songs with his girlfriend, let the kids play and do whatever the fuck Luca and Sky do (he thinks Luca has a boyfriend?? It's confusing. He FaceTimes him a lot) and avoid people forever. And then Derek remembers how much he hates camping because urban hell scapes are his favorite thing, shrugs, and proceeds to overromanticize small New England towns until he goes to one. Let him have his fun, he's an artist. This is his muse.

[lantur]

I can't believe I haven't written in almost two weeks. :// I really regret falling so behind with journaling on here. I want to get back to it, because it helps me process my thoughts. Long post underneath the read more.

notes on life,

I was thoroughly overwhelmed by my work trip two weeks ago, but I was delighted to get to see @thatisadamnfinecupofcoffee and @annespelledwithane again. Spending time with them (going out for ramen and to the prettiest tea house in the East Village, and then eating an entire buffet of desserts from two different bakeries, and staying up until 2 AM) was a mini-vacation I very much needed.

It took me a whole week to recover from being out of town for a few days. :// I truly don't bounce back from travel the way I used to a few years ago...

I've been in my new job for almost exactly one month now. The challenging transition phase is over. I'm still adjusting to being way busier than I used to be, putting a lot more mental effort in. It's tiring. Every day, I do roughly as much work as I used to do in one week at my old job, so I have to work faster and harder than I used to before. It makes the days go by super fast, which is disorienting. I feel like February just started, but actually the month started eight days ago.

I've been trying to keep on top of my personal goals despite all of that. I've been enjoying swimming and yoga. I cooked a new recipe, halal cart chicken and rice, and it turned out really good. I'm hoping to cook two more new recipes before the end of this month. I finished my audiobook of The Scorpio Races by Maggie Stiefvater, and it was so good that I kept thinking of the ending for days after I finished it. I started listening to My Best Friend's Exorcism by Grady Hendrix a few days ago as well.

I had my long-awaited psychiatrist appointment yesterday. I was nervous, but the psychiatrist was very kind and empathetic, and she is also another WOC. She has suggested starting a new medication to treat type 2 bipolar disorder. I'm nervous, but hopeful that this could help me.

I've been going through pelvic floor physical therapy as well for the past couple of weeks, which is quite a time and energy commitment - weekly appointments with the PT, and regular practice at home. It's tiring, on top of everything else going on with work, social life, home maintenance, exercise, etc., but I'm hopeful that this too will help me address longstanding issues with excessive pelvic floor tightness. I wish it could be fixed quickly, but I think it might take months to sort out.

I've been enjoying spending time with Derek playing board games, and cuddling my cat Westin and watching The Wire at night/in the evenings after work. The quiet time really helps me recover before the next work day.

I have been loving watching The Last of Us.

I had a wonderful time hanging out with my little nieces, five and almost three years old, on Saturday and playing hide and seek with them. <3

I had a dream that really hit me hard a couple of nights ago. I dreamed I got to see my brother again. We hung out, and I gave him a big hug. I was adopted, so we weren't raised together. We only saw each other once every few years, until our families became estranged. I haven't seen him in 10 years now, as we live in different countries. We're in touch occasionally over text. I wrote on here last fall that I thought I processed my grief over that separation, and found surrogate siblings in my brothers- and sisters-in-law via Derek's family. So this dream hit me hard. I wouldn't have normally done this, but I sent my brother a short text tonight, just saying I was thinking about him and I hope he and his wife are doing well. It hurts a lot. I always wonder if I'm ever going to see him again. I would love to give him and my sister-in-law a hug.

I'm looking forward to therapy on Friday. I haven't been able to have an appointment in about three weeks or so, and I'm excited to be able to process my thoughts and feelings with my therapist, and getting back to doing that on here by myself as well.

[redcloakedraven]

Life With Derek and Taylor Swift Songs

Songs I associate with Life With Derek, mainly Dasey, from Taylor Swift, and the stories I imagine in my head instead of properly writing them (until now, I guess) If there's any I missed that you have ideas for let me know, and yes this is long.

Tim McGraw: Casey Mcdonald and the way her blue eyes shine. Honestly, this is the type of song Casey would write. It’s cute, storytelling, and detailed. I imagine her writing this song not based on her experience but on a day when her hopeless romantic side feels sad. She imagines what she hopes to have but does not have. She wrote it when she first moved in with the Venturi’s or before Nora and George met.

Picture To Burn: There’s the obvious answer, where this could be about any of Casey’s exes. But honestly, I imagine Casey being dramatic and writing this song after Vicky kissed that boy she had a crush on. Or Vicky dating another guy Casey liked after the guy used Casey to get close to Vicky. 

Tear Drops On My Guitar: Another song about Casey being dramatic. But also Derek sad boy hours. He’s glumly playing his guitar and that inspires Casey to write the song, since she doesn’t own a guitar. But don’t tell Derek she wrote a song inspired by him, and don’t tell Casey what that implies… she’ll figure it out eventually…

A Place In This World: Casey Mcdonald. I think this one doesn’t really need an explanation, to be honest.

Cold As You: Could possibly be about Dennis or Abby walking away, but I honestly can’t think of anything for this one. Maybe Casey writes something like this about Vicky after being really mean at one point.

Tied Together With A Smile: Derek Venturi. This could be seen in Casey too a little bit, but she doesn’t try to appear as perfectly fine a lot of the time. She does when it comes to school stuff, but not with her emotions. Derek is the one to put on a fake smile, make a joke and manage to hide what he feels a lot of the time. Even if he isn’t hiding it well, he still isn’t as open about it right away.

The Outside: When Casey first starts at her new school

Stay Beautiful: Cory’s eyes are like a jungle and his butt is gonna sue! I regret nothing. Could be a cute Dasey song, but I just keep remembering Corey Plunkett.

Should’ve Said No: Truman or Scott the cheating scums

Mary’s Song (Oh My My My):  Dasey or Nora and George. I personally imagine Casey finding an old journal of Felicia’s and writing this about some of the entries. Maybe it was about Felicia and her husband before the divorce or an old high school romance.

I’m Only Me When I’m With You: Smarti and Smerek. Or the entire family together

Fearless: Dasey. Enough said.

Fifteen: “In your life, you’ll do things greater than dating the boy on the football team.” This song is just so Casey coded and with everything that happened with Max I feel like Casey just really needed a song like this at the time and i see this being one of her favourite songs from Taylor. 

Love Story: Dasey. I have this idea called The Shakespeare Debate it’s still a working idea, but it is Dasey. It’s basically Casey being really into plays and thinking Derek doesn’t respect them, Derek being really into film and script analysis and actually enjoying the dark tragedies of shakespeares plays. I also kind of made a whole debate scene where Derek manages to bring up Carrie while talking about Romeo and Juliet just to confuse Casey and end the conversation, but it actually makes sense and that confuses her even more.

White Horse: I just find this song so pretty and Casey being very into fairytales she would totally be into white horses

You Belong With Me: Emily whenever Derek is seeing a girl that isn’t her. Especially when he was dating Kendra

The Way I Loved You: Dasey

The Best Day: God smiles on my little brother, inside and out he’s better than I am. Makes me think of Derek and Edwin. I see Derek actually thinking very highly of Edwin and with his self esteem he probably thinks of everyone very highly compared to himself.

Change: Casey might be scared of change, but I see this song with her. 

Superstar: Derek Venturi

Crazier: “Not telling her is driving me crazy.” Dasey. After the whole Scott thing and Derek  realises he likes Casey. He hates himself for writing such a sappy song, but he also likes that he managed to write a song.

Mine: So freaking Dasey coded are you kidding me!

Back To December: Derek and Kendra

Speak Now: Derek when Casey married Peter. The kids are against George and Nora getting married in the beginning. Everyone going against Fiona’s wedding because dear god that was awful

Mean: Seems like a song Casey would write

Never Grow Up: Smarti and Smerek

Enchanted: Imagine after junior prom Derek with his guitar in the white jacket. Or maybe it’s sitting nicely draped over the foot of his bed as he is sitting on the floor at the foot of his bed after leaving early once Sally’s boyfriend comes to whatever diner they ended up in. He hears Casey, Max, Sheldon and Emily pull up from his windows at the front of the house as he writes a song about how he realised he’s in love with Casey that night when he saw her coming down the stairs to the living room in a beautiful dress that he actually found, not Emily. 

Better Than Revenge: Dedicated to Vicky and Truman. CD Rock totally performed this and Derek was very encouraging of the anger.

Haunted: My favourite song on the album and I mainly think about Dasey just because of the sound. The orchestra rock sound is a perfect combination for Derek and Casey.  It can be loosely inspired by Derek and Caseys anger towards Dennis and Abby after they left. It could simply be a song one of them wrote or they both wrote together, after a breakup. The fic idea i have is Derek writing this based more so on an actual haunted experience and from hearing ghost stories. Casey's classical did inspire him a little bit.

Last Kiss: I imagine this being a cute song for Sally and Derek when she moves to Vancouver. But also “I'm not one for dancing but for you I did.” Works for both Dasey and Sally and Derek. He did take her to the dance.

Long Live: Just Life With Derek as a show 

Ours: Cute George and Nora song. Felicia was against them, the kids had to grow with it. It just a cute song for them too me.

Electric Touch: A CD Rock song sung by Casey and Derek. The first time Derek manages to actually sing in front of people properly without psyching himself out.

I Can See You: Dasey. But also (even though I don't ship them) I can see this as a Truman and Casey song when she's in her rebellious phase

Castles Crumbling: After Casey breaks up with Max and she quits cheerleading,  and she is trying to find herself again. Also her transition from being popular at her old boarding school and starting at a public school. The haunting feel to it makes me think of haunted and since its a duet makes me think of Derek and Casey working on this song together after her and Max breakup, which is after the episode where Casey helps him write a song for Sally. They work together on a few songs after the episode.

Timeless: The epitome of Dasey for me. Just like Mine. I see both Casey and Derek writing this song by themselves, but I really like the idea of Derek writing it though.

Safe and Sound: In Life With Luca Skylar mentioned that Derek would sing her to sleep because the dark freaked her out. I just imagine this as a lullaby he would sing to her and Marti with his guitar.

State of Grace: Dasey

Red: Casey reflecting on her relationship with Max possibly. Derek and Casey write it together and that's where we get the guitar solo 

Treacherous: Dasey

I Knew You Were Trouble: Casey dedicates this to Truman 

All Too Well: Someone made a really good edit to the 10 minute version for Dasey

I Almost Do: Derek almost tells Casey his feelings multiple times. Wants to call her multiple times while he's out of the country as well, and she wants to call him multiple times despite being with Peter.

Never Ever Getting Back Together: Casey and Sams on again off again relationship

Stay Stay Stay: I can picture Derek showing up in his hockey helmet after his first fight with Kendra.

Last Time: Dasey duet… possibly

Everything Has Changed: “freckles in your smile” Duet with Derek playing guitar. 

The Moment I Knew: change up a few lyrics this can be used for absent parents on someone's birthday. I picture this one from Derek's perspective, though since it mentions Christmas lights and I'm Sixteen Smartplugs aired on November 5th, making him a November baby. I don't know the date production wise. 

Better Man: Same as The Moment I Knew, but with Casey and Dennis. Some minor changes and the song works well with a dad who wasn't around.

A Message In A Bottle: “You got me hypnotised, by freckles and bright eyes.” this entire song I feel like Casey would dedicate to Derek. She might've been late in telling Derek her feelings before he left for Paris, but this was the best she could do.

Welcome To New York: Casey's year in New York

Blank Space: I think this works for Derek's persona he had in the beginning of the show. Casey definitely viewed him this way before finding out he's actually a really good date.

Style: Dasey. Sidenote: I also picture Derek having his bisexual moment in College with this song. Derek can have his James Dean and his feelings for Casey at the same time.

Out Of The Woods: Dasey

Shake It Off: Someone made a really good edit for Casey to this song. But also Dereks crazy legs. That's enough said.

Wildest Dreams: Dasey

This Love: Dasey

I Know Places: Dasey. Also Derek's secret boyfriend while his band takes off. I have a full story idea about that. I guess his hidden relationship with Skylar's mom works as well. 

Clean: Derek eventually having to let go of Casey after she marries Peter and has Luca. 

You're In Love: Dasey

Dancing With Our Hands Tied: Dasey. There's a nice edit to this song someone made as well.

Cruel Summer: “He looks up grinning like the devil!” I'd so Derek coded you can't tell me otherwise. 

The Archer: Casey and her anxiety, but also Derek and his which isn't as obvious then Casey's but she can see through him when it does come up the same way he can see through her.

Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince: Dasey. “Ripped up my prom dress.”

The 1: Dasey

Exile: “you never gave a warning sign” “I gave so many signs.” I feel like this part in particular is very Dasey coded. But Derek is Taylor's POV and Casey is Bon Iver's. Derek gave so many signs about his feelings for Casey, but Casey took longer to noticed then took even longer to finally think about the possibility to actually give it a try, by then though Derek left for Paris. I don't believe he just up and left with no warning, he definitely had his warnings Casey was either in New York or wasn't taking them seriously. Our boy tried leaving for Spain and Vancouver he was wanting to leave for a while, once he finally had a good reason he took it and the reason was 100% Skylar's mom going to Paris while pregnant. 

This Is Me Trying: both Derek and Casey can relate to this one. Lizzie can throw into the mix too, especially in Vacation With Derek.

Illicit Affairs: Dasey. Theres a really good edit to this as well.

Tis The Damn Season: Dasey

Tolerate It: Even without knowing too much about Peter, I think this works for how Casey feels about her marriage. This could also work for a lot of her relationships on the show as well. Max and Sam were simply tolerating her feelings, but that's really it. 

Anti-hero: both Casey and Derek coded

You're On Your Own Kid: I see this more for Derek. 

Midnight Rain: I can see this working for Dasey

Question…?: I can see this working for Dasey as well.

Paris: I think this one is pretty obvious.

Hope you enjoyed this!

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What do you think are Gerard’s favorite lines of Shakespeare and why?

Selecting one line took me a long time, to be quite honest, but I finally settled on these from MacBeth, Act V, Scene V:

I have almost forgot the taste of fears; The time has been my sense would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in't; I have supp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts Cannot once start me.

In the play, MacBeth is waiting for his enemies to attack when he hears screaming from inside the castle. He explains to the audience that he's become so accustomed to doing terrible things that he is no longer easily frightened. The irony, of course, is that the outcry is due to his beloved wife, Lady MacBeth, having killed herself out of guilt for the murder they performed together. The irony of these lines would work for Gerard Argent just as well.

It might seem strange, but Gerard and MacBeth have an especially important thing in common: they often claim that their murderous actions are impelled by outside forces.  In MacBeth’s case, the Scottish lord betrays his king and his dearest friend, even though he knows these actions are wrong, because he can point to the ironic prophecies of the Three Witches.

Gerard doesn’t have anyone supernatural oracles to blame his actions on.  Instead, he insists that the Argents are at war with the supernatural. Whereas the Code argues that the Argents should only hunt in response to violence ("We hunt those who hunt us"), as embodied by Chris's interpretation, Gerard steadfastly rejects that position. He announces in Omega (2x01) that he's going after every one of them because they killed Kate, despite knowing that isn't his real motivation or that Kate struck first. After sharing the parable of the Scorpion and the Frog, he declares he "know[s] a werewolf's nature" in Visionary (3x08). He declaims on La Bête's murderous tendencies in Damnatio Memoriae (5x12) as if it were an exemplar of a werewolf rather than just another serial killer.

Derek, in a way, is wrong. Gerard isn't declaring war at the beginning of Season 2, because he acts as if he's always been at war. You can see him calculating the use of cutting down the Nemeton (though we don't know for sure he did it); he orders Kate to destroy the Hales, innocent children included. He speaks in strategies and military terms. He quotes Sun Tzu as often as he does Shakespeare. His argument is clear that war not only justifies his family doing terrible things but demands it. "When it comes to survival," he announces in Master Plan (2x12), "I'd kill my own son." He argues that Allison, too, must ready herself to do terrible things because "She'll feel the ground shifting beneath her feet time and again in her life. It is our job to teach her how to keep standing" in Party Guessed (2x09). His first mission for his 18-year-old son is selling weapons to a criminal organization without telling him in Silverfinger (3x17).

One of the keys to note is that, also like MacBeth, Gerard doesn't regret this, not in the way that say Chris and Victoria do like when they wanted Allison to have a choice. In fact, he takes pride in the strength of his will, as the Scottish king has forgotten fear. He gloats when he thinks he has Scott on the ropes about his ability to get things done in Battlefield (2x11), "and if you haven't noticed, I have a very impressive means to motivate people." Even when defeated, he remains confident, as he boasts to Allison and Scott, "I don't go easily, though, do I?" He's proud of his actions as he shares with Liam in The Sword and The Spirit (5x14) "they would call me a necessary evil, but you can call me Gerard." He wants to transform his wicked violence into a legacy through the lens of war and necessity; his entire story in 6B is Gerard trying to reframe his terrible deeds as a legacy. Even when he's making a deal with a demon, the Anuk-Ite in Genotype (6x18), he's triumphant: "The legend is, is that you need silver to kill a werewolf. The truth? You need an Argent."

While both MacBeth and Gerard try to position themselves as not as other men, their ends are the same. They are not kings or generals; they're monsters. "Turn, hellhound, turn!" MacDuff cries to MacBeth at the beginning of the decisive battle, and Chris Argent condemns his own father; "If you're looking for rationality, I think he left that behind a long time ago." These men have talked themselves into evil, and they pay the price for it. They both pay the price for it as well. MacBeth, motivated by prophecy to do wicked deeds, doesn't think that prophecy can be against him, but it is, for Birnam Wood does come to Dunsinane. While Gerard, who always saw the interaction of supernatural and human as a war regardless of the individual participants, is destroyed by someone he refused to see as his own daughter.

The final irony would be that Gerard would quote MacBeth as part of his arrogance and vainglory, because he stands apart from other humans as one who hunts monsters, but like MacBeth, he would fail to see that his own arrogance caused his destruction.

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Ok gotta calm down and focus on something else. One of my favorite things about Adel from trauma center is that his story almost mirrors Derek’s in a lot of ways while also serving almost like a foil to Naomi’s. 

He just wants to help people out of the kindness in his heart, but he ends up getting obsessed with the healing touch as a means to solve all problems, and instead of focusing on his pure skill as a doctor he uses the artificial healing touch as a crutch and is in disbelief when this fails him. 

This is much like Derek’s initial cockiness about his skills as a doctor that ends up getting him reviewed for misconduct by Dr. Hoffman, and is also similar to when Derek fails to save Emilio and blames it on his reliance on the healing touch instead of recognizing that it was nobody’s fault. 

Sidenote: Adel’s disbelief that the healing touch isn’t a cure-all and has its own limits is also reminiscent of Leonardo Bello’s behavior in new blood

Adel also ends up joining forces with evil, and the way this happens is similar to Naomi’s own storyline while also contrasting it in a really interesting way. He joins the hands of asclepius not knowing they’re secretly up to no good, while Naomi fully knows that delphi is bad business. Adel still wants to help people in the end by joining the hoa, and we never really find out how much he knew about their bad practices since we never see his perspective, but even if he knew they were experimenting with things that they shouldn’t have been, he’d still use this logic to rationalize his choice. Naomi joins delphi for the chance to practice her skills, and while she does show concern for the life of the patient, she certainly has no qualms doing unethical operations arguably for the money. 

Sidenote (again): reminder that Naomi’s choice to either operate unethically or potentially never operate again is also the choice Kidman offers to Markus, Elena, and Valerie in new blood, with the difference being that they’re so disgusted at the concept that they choose to die rather than to be forced to cooperate. Naomi is in a much less forced condition (she might never be a doctor again due to blacklisting if she doesn’t work with delphi but the new blood gang were literally kidnapped at gunpoint so they REALLY have no options) and yet she still chooses the morally questionable option pretty willingly (which, based on her behavior in trauma team, I’m sure she very much regrets)

HOWEVER Adel is not 100% innocent in this, just like how Naomi isn’t 100% guilty. He admits that even though he was under the influence of neo-guilt, he never said or did anything that he didn’t at least partially want, meaning that his coldness and violence towards Derek were partially things he’d been thinking about all along due to the frustration, jealousy, and sense of abandonment he’d been harboring ever since Derek failed to operate on him

Additionally, Adel also loses his healing touch, much like Derek and Naomi. Derek’s loss of the healing touch was only temporary, but Adel and Naomi lost their healing touches forever by the choices they made to cooperate with the hoa and delphi respectively. Adel’s healing touch being artificial doesn’t make his loss of it any less difficult to him than what happened to Naomi, in fact in some ways it’s worse because he was finally able to get a glimpse of what he always wanted, only to fly too close to the sun and have it taken away, while Naomi always regarded her abilities as somewhat of a curse due to the stigma it caused her to experience. 

Also, I have a theory that Naomi’s healing touch wasn’t lost, it just mutated into her ability to hear the last words of the dead when she contracted her guilt-exposure-based disease, but that’s another post entirely.

[aaronhotchstan]

Too old for this...

Chapter 10 final

Cena di famiglia

Aaron Hotchner/ David Rossi

In the end they managed to scrape together a pair of jeans that were slightly too small and clung to Aaron's ass almost obscenely and an old gym shirt from back when Dave bothered with the masochistic practice of attending. He probably could have found something more appropriate if they hadn't gotten sidetracked with a steamy shared shower but this was never going to be a regret for him, they were helping the environment after all.

Garcia was jumping up and down on his doorstep ringing the bell insistently and balancing a large tupperware container on her arm. He could hear her excited squeals through the hallway even over the sound of the bell. He took one long breath to brace himself before letting her in.

"I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT" She screamed as she rushed inside dropping off her wares before circling back and dragging Dave into a bone crushing hug.

"So you said last night jellybean." Dave replied with a chuckle despite being winded from Garcia's crushing grasp.

Aaron chose this moment to appear in the hallway his hair still messy from a hasty towel dry and looking so cute dressed down in Dave's old clothes with the glasses that make him look like a shy law professor. Dave wanted to wrap him in a hug, or in bubble rap or wrap him in bubble rap then hug him. Garcia seemed to have similar plans as he was released from her grasp in time for her to hug Aaron tightly.

"Aw sir I'm so happy for you both you deserve the world I can't believe that you guys finally came to your senses." She had happy tears running down her cheeks that made Dave melt.

Truly the entire team had him wrapped around their pinky fingers but Pen was one of the sweetest and most loyal friends he could ever ask for and he was so glad she decided to meddle in his love life.

Aaron glanced over Penelope's shoulder to see Dave misty eyed and let out an awkward chuckle.

"Penelope you have to stop crying you've got Dave started and if you both continue I'll start."

Penelope laughed grasping Aaron's hand and reaching out for Dave who complied once he had dried the stray tears off with his shirt sleeve so he could regain his crumbling macho persona.

"Come and see what treats I have for everyone!" Garcia led them to the kitchen and unveiled her feast.

Aaron and Dave groaned with the hunger that hit them all at once, after they cleaned up failed pasta and spilled wine they had decided that toast would have to do before they collapsed into bed together. This in hindsight was not a filling meal for either of them especially with the vigorous extracurricular activities they had been partaking in. Garcia had brough ordinary and veggie bacon, plenty eggs for her to fry or scramble, sausages, tomatoes and fresh bread for toasting. She and Dave began digging out pans while Aaron made a pot of coffee and started laying the table.

"Oh by everyone Garcia who do you mean?" Aaron enquired as he was counting out forks.

"You know, Emily, Derek, JJ, Reid and maybe some paperwork for HR." She grinned with mischief as Aaron and Dave laughed.

"You must have been confident in my ability to woo Hotch because usually that paperwork takes a couple days to be sent." Dave chuckled eyeing Garcia with mock suspicion.

"My Italian Stallion I have had these papers since three days after you were staring at Boss man while he made his coffee. Maybe I wasn't as confident in your wooing abilities but rather my cupid abilities because I was this close to borrowing Derek's handcuffs and locking you two together!" She said holding out two fingers just barely touching.

Dave laughed "You have no idea how Glad I am that you didn't need to do that."

Soon after the rest of the team arrived in dregs the joy was visible on all their faces as they exchanged hugs and laughs. When it came time to take their seats not one dinner guest was without a smile plastered to their face. Emily clinked her teaspoon against her glass of orange juice and stood up.

"I just want to say that I am so happy these idiots finally decided to stop being stupid and get on with it already! It was definitely a team effort and although I think some of our schemes were better thought out than others." She gave all her team mates a meaningful glance. "We fuckin did it!"

Everyone applauded laughing as Emily gave a deep curtsy before sitting herself back on her chair.

"Okay, okay, I'm not usually a fan of meddling especially when I'm the focus of it because as a team you are always so...exhaustingly persistent on whatever you collectively set your minds on. In this case however you encouraged us to be honest with each other and to take a leap of faith, also not something I'm one to do with relationships but all the alcohol Garcia provided throughout definitely helped. Anyway thank you all and you can each ask Dave one question about our relationship and then our private lives are once again officially private!" Hotch announced raising his coffee in cheers with everyone.

His declaration was met with some cheers and some arguments on whether just one question was really fair once everyone settled down they all looked to Rossi.

"Why am I suddenly the spokesperson for our relationship." He said while mock glaring at Aaron.

"Well you did spill wine on my best shirt last night so I think it's only fair." Hotch said with a cheeky grin causing Dave to smack his shoulder lovingly.

"Okay fine you got me there...Okay Garcia you figured me out first you should get to ask first."

Garcia giggled in delight "So! What EXACTLY happened last night?" she asked waggling her eyebrows suggestively at them.

Dave could only laugh he knew she was going to ask that. He explained most of the events from the night before barring the adult moments they teased him relentlessly that he had been clumsy enough to throw wine over his crush and burn the meal he was preparing on the same night

"Hey! Go easy on the man I think we all know what kept him so distracted from his stove." Derek announced with a wink at Dave his statement causing Aaron's cheeks to take on a dashing strawberry tone.

"Okay Emily your question please before Aaron passes out!" Dave laughed getting a cute little glare from Aaron. "These were your terms baby you did this to yourself."

"So how good was the sex?" She asked with a laugh over her third mimosa.

"Good enough to burn the pasta for! Okay JJ next!" Dave announced.

"So it's early days but do you think you've found the next Mrs Rossi?" JJ asked teasingly.

"Hey! Why not the next Mrs Hotchner who said I'm taking Dave's name?" Hotch inserted with little true disgruntlement.

"That's a discussion for later baby but to answer your question, I am cautiously optimistic on that front but one thing at a time. Now Derek!"

"Hmm, is our big scary Boss man a cuddler?" Derek asked causing Prentiss to almost fall out her chair.

"He is in fact a massive cuddler and a snuggler also it's like owning a cat that actually likes you." At this Aaron hides his face completely in his borrowed shirt but they could all see the blush had heightened to his ears.

The statement earned some awws from the ladies at the table finally Dave looked to Spencer and nodded his permission to ask his question.

"Why do you think you were so scared to tell each other?" Reid asked innocently with his own small smile.

"Because they are dumbasses when it comes to love." Emily chipped in causing Dave to laugh.

"I was definitely a dumbass and way too afraid to fail and ruin our friendship but really I can't believe I was ever scared, nothing has come so naturally to me than us."

Aaron finally peeked from the t-shirt and smiled at Dave so warmly that he threw caution to the wind and leaned over for a kiss that had the team once again cheering them on.

This was always supposed to happen to them and it couldn't have come together any more beautifully if it hadn't been a team effort.