#derek doesnt know whats worse

[bericas]

no, I am no longer funny, 'cause I miss the way you laugh.

before paige krasikeva, there is marin deaton, always on the cusp of laughing in derek's face or kissing him. when the times comes to choose one, she does neither; she turns away. none of the insults she'd teased him with had ever stung as badly as her soft smile and apologetic eyes. after paige, derek can almost deal with them both, as long as they're coming from marin again. can almost be comforted by them, until she walks away again. after kate argent, he and laura leave town long before he could've found out what marin would've done next.

a few months after derek comes back to beacon hills, marin shows up. morrell, now, but not through marriage. or, at least, not a marriage that lasted. she avoids the question in a way that's familiar and foreign all at once. when she intercepts him at the bank, months later, comfortable in the alphas' den, derek realizes just how much has changed. but not everything is different: derek leaves town again, and when he comes back, she finds him again. tells him about poison for the nogitsune in the body of the teen boy she'd been a guidance counselor to. though she clearly doesn't take joy in it, he doesn't think she's sorry for much anymore... but her eyes still look it. and her smile is still soft.

[lazulian-devil]

As promised to @maidofdarkness23, here is the first of several breakdowns on the villains of Skulduggery Pleasant.

The Villains of Skulduggery Pleasant

We start at the beginning, in Phase 1, Book 1 (which doesnt have a subname as far as I know, its only titled Skulduggery Pleasant).

Ready?

Nefarian Serpine

Certified best villain ever (I am not biased).

Alright, so first of all:

We are talking about Book 1, the beginning of the series and a book that (in comparison to all the others) is still working with a world that hasnt been established, ideas that arent entirely fixed yet and vibes that are still a little different.

Nefarian Serpine - for all his flaws - embodies this hard. He is almost larger than life in the first book, a reputation that he doesnt really hold in his other Leibnitz dimension appearances. In comparison to every other villain of the week, he lives in an ellaborate, gothic castle filled with hollow papermen and everytime the castle is described, the accompanying thunder and dark clouds are implied.

He never has much screentime, but Dereks perspective style writing lends him just enough depth that his cartoonishness turns sinister and plotting. His interactions with Bliss showcase a man that is deeply aware of his wrongdoings and yet consistently smiles into the face of distrust and hatred. This man knows how to play the game. He is too sure of himself, which makes reading about his movements and actions so full of dread. The question is not only "What has he done in his past?" but the much worse question of "What is he actually doing right now?"

How far will he go, surrounded in his castle by papermen, alone, twirling a wine glass.

In essence, Serpine is a silly villain, so cladden in clichés and stereotype that he is almost larger than the sum of his parts. His shadow is bigger than his body.

The first book establishes that he alone is the reason for Skulduggery Pleasants misery, loss of wife and child, as well as skin and body. A traumatic position that (afaik) no other villain even so much as came close to. The stakes are - of course - world saving level, but they also hold a personal pain that very few following villains in Phase 1 come close to.

In terms of atrocities commited against Skulduggery, hes probably second to none. Even China just followed his lead and never actually plotted or - worse - put them into motion.

The interest in most other villains comes down to

A) saving the world.

B) some kind of moral or ethical conundrum about the world of sorcerers.

But very rarely

C) literally facing the root of your trauma (for Skulduggery) or establishing a root (for Valkyrie).

(Quick Sidenote: Serpines death signifies both Skulduggeries "closure" with his old self and Valkyries acceptance of her new self. Once again, Serpine is not only a foil but also a catalyst).

It is also a great setup to reveal Skulduggerys less heroic sides: His wrath and his care for Valkyrie and Valkyrie alone. The two things that would, throughout the whole series, stay consistent.

Serpine is foil to Skulduggery in even more ways than that, revealing that the same cocksureness and self importance is an incredibly annoying feat in literally anyone else. Going up against Skulduggery must be infuriating, because going up against Serpine definitely is.

And hes also funny.

Have I mentioned how fucking funny Serpine is? Wanting to turn Skulduggery into a piano, absolutely able to hold his wit against the onslaught of insults and quibs exchanged.

Its also important to distinguish this Serpine from the Leibnitz Serpine. His Leibnitz equivalent foils a Skulduggery and Valkyrie that are much further along on their way to madness - he acts just enough like his original (after all, its only been like, what... Six? Seven? books?) but there are still some differences. I'll get to that. Someday.

Back to OG Serpine.

What do we have so far?

Serpine is an almost cartoonish assortment of tropes (the hand, the castle, the general vibe) but somehow, it works. Hes just a little "more" than his tropes, alluding to a three dimensionality he doesnt actually posess, but we have enough to believe it to be there.

He is clearly a product of the series not being established, which explains his constant later downplays (him being the weakest between Vengous, Vile and Serpine for example is only established long after Vengous and Serpine are dead).

He is the most personal villain that the Duo - and especially Skulduggery - face and its hilarious, that its literally the first book.

He is in so many ways exactly like Skulduggery. Full of himself, magically skilled beyond sense, insane (Im looking at you, Faceless Ones Dimension), obsessed with his own aesthatics, also literally a former Mevolent Higherup/Endboss/what do you even call that, witty, sarcastic, smart and able to plot etc. Etc.

He is both the door finally closing for Skulduggery and the door being blasted open for Valkyrie.

We'll come back to him, dont worry. His weirdass villain castle is used by Scarab and Billy-Ray in another book and he plays a passive role even after his death (like the opinions of the Dead Men, China Sorrows trauma, etc.) and even an active role as his Leibnitz replacement.

Solid 10/10 villain.

Im sorry that this got so long and I hope it made any sense and/or provided new insight to literally anyone.

I wrote more of this: Heres Part 2 with Baron Vengous and heres Part 3 with Batu.

[volsungar-the-mighty]

Has anyone asked about Scott? Pretty, precious Scott

No one has asked about Scott yet, and i'm happy to oblige.

Scott is an interesting character, and easily one of my favourites. His story, mirrored in s4 by Liam, is one i very much like, and that is the typical heroes journey plot. Generic farm boy (or lacrosse player for Scott) suddenly gets thrust into this whole new world that he didnt know existed, and suddenly has powers he never knew he had/gained powers that he struggles to control. It is the basis for every fantasy novel i have ever read, and is one of the reasons why i like Scott so much, because the heroes Journey can go in so many different ways.

Another thing i like about Scott is his dedication, not just towards his pack and friends, but to his own beliefs. He is a strong pacifist, though that doesnt stop him from fighting back when his back is against the wall like you might see in other shows. His first instinct is to help those, rather then hurt, and that is so rare for us to see, especially in a male character. He wants to help everyone, even those who have hurt him (Derek, Peter, Gerard, Theo, Deucalion, even Stiles after the nogitsune).

That last part is, in my opinion, also his greatest flaw. Yes, it is smart to keep your enemies weakened and in a position where it is best to help you, rather then fight you. We see that with Gerard. Scott wounded him, even healed Gerard of his cancer, but kept him incapacitated and in a position to help. But the moment Gerard had the chance to run, he did...and went straight into the arms of Monroe, which caused Scott and his pack even worse problems.

As much as i dislike Stiles, and would like to blame most of the miscommunication on him, Scott does also partially take the blame for what happened in 5a, though not to the extent that Stiles did. Scott did try to communicate, to ask what was wrong, to offer help...but he knew something was wrong, would have known that a lot of what Theo was telling him was just too far fetched to be believed. Theo might have also been a childhood friend of his, but Theo had been gone for years. He'd known Stiles for far longer, and knew what Stiles was like. Yes, Stiles had more violent tendencies then Scott, but he would have known Stiles wouldnt have been capable of half of what Theo claimed...and even if he was, he would have forgiven him.

That is another flaw of Scotts, i think? Is that he is far too forgiving a person. While yes, narratively, it makes sense for him to befriend, forgive and begin to trust his former enemies, I do think he often forgets what happens as a result. Too often he let Peter in on his plans, trusted Peter or Deucalion or Gerard, and they turned on him at a moments notice. Peter especially turned on Scott...3 or 4 times? He was the main villain for at least 3 of the seasons, and a secret villain for a fourth? Scott should have sent him away long before that.

Otherwise, Scott is definitely a favourite of mine. No amount of hate he gets will ever make me think different of him...plus, who can say no to that charming, crooked smile of his?

[slice-of-magenta]

Rewatching s3 because I promised to watch alonside with my reactions as well. They may be similar to others bc I may have had a similar interpretation.

Im on Fireflies (ep.3) and I forgot how wholesome it kinda starts out with the two little kids. So smol!! The boy is wearing a red sleeved shirt, red like how scott was first bitten where he wore the red jacket. But Scott is wearing a similar shirt to the boy. And the lil girl has a jacket (i love clothes) and I cant help but think that tiniest detail says Scott sees them in himself and that they were almost going to suffer the same fate like him (with Peter), but worse, because they would remain human. (Clothes association with the pilot.) It was REALLY a close call!! Im srsly wondering how they are outside in the woods too.

Their fear is SO palpable. Theyre legit scarred and no one is gonna believe them.

I did start this episode rather than Tattoo. Because Boyd here. But ALSO.

The episode starts with the concept of this jar full of fireflies, right? One of the meanings of this is "the smallest most simple things in life matter the most." Which is also, what I believe Scott believes in too. Maybe it was taken away but this is why he still tries to play lacrosse and ofc save the small children. He doesnt know them and yet he will go backwards for them bc they mean something. Aka he cares about life and I admire that about him. The lil girl says something about having to let the fireflies go after catching them or else they will die. Only for a lil later for scott to release them 🥺 in order to distract boyd. And I agree its def Scott being this represention for balance. Imagine how glad Boyd might be for not going thru with it bc scott got there in time? Ofc maybe or maybe not he didnt know it was Scott who saved them? Derek doesnt know about this. But he doesnt exactly need to, but bc he boyd is apart of the pack, if this really bothers Boyd, then I will be more than happy to see him talking about this with scott and derek.

This episode is such a grand opening for understanding the importance of balance but also the start of, what if that balance is broken?

I got sooooo excited when I heard scott over the phone 😁😁🥰🥰🥰🥰 he is so clever and sweet and cool. Dude Im only three minutes in and im so hung up on this!

[imaginationlover101]

Ice Water Kills The Soul

Stiles Stillinski x reader x Isaac Lahey

Summary: After the lacrosse incident between Stiles and Isaac the tension between the two still hasn't stopped. So on the day where the pact needed to work together to find out awnsers on there friends, the reader ends up finding something else.

A/N: I'm so happy that eveyone loved art 2 of Gold fish & Apple Juice, and decided to write a second part. I'm apologize in advance for taking forever to write, but I hope you all love it! This is imagine is majorly loosely off a scene in epoisde 3×02 of Teen Wolf. I might of switched some of the concept around but enjoy!

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Monday, the worst day of the week and luckily for me all my friends were thankfully here. The weekend was surprisingly normal expect for the unusual drama between Allison and Scott, but besides that nothing supernatural happened until now.

Just when we thought things would get better we were now trying to figure out why a pack of alphas would try and take Erica and Boyd? What could the possibly want with them? Which now leads us to today.

Scott, Stiles, Isaac and I were trying to come up with a plan to help Isaac remember what happend to Erica and Boyd, when we all finally agreed on just taking Isaac to seee Deaton after school.

But just when I thought things couldnt get any worse for the day they took a turn for well the worst. Allison passed by us and Scott almost ran away claiming he needed to go call Derek which lead it to just being Stiles, Isaac and I.

Between the 2 minutes of awkward silence between the 3 of us I finally deceided to speak up. "So uhh what time should we meet Deaton." "Oh yeah um around like 5 ish I guess-" Stiles goes staring at Isaac. Isaac and I both nod our heads as the bell starts to ring. Which leaves us to all say our goodbye and go our ways. Isaac and I had classes while Stiles had a free, but as Isaac and I were walking away I could feel eyes on the back of my head. Those eyes just happend to belong to Stiles.

The rest of the day went by rather slow from coach's long lectures, to the never ending cheer practice but finally the day was done. Well exepct for the fact that I now had to go to the animal hospital and meet the boys. Even though I tried to convince myself that I felt normal I wasn't. Because deep down in the back of my head something was trying to tell me something, but for right now I hust couldnt figure it out.

I finally made it to the animal hospital only to find out the boys weren't here yet and it was just Derek, Deaton and I. Deaton left the room to get what he needed which left Derek and I alone. "Listen Y/N, has Isaac said anything to you lately." "Uhh no not at all why?" I started to look at Derek confusingly. "Oh no reason." It was very rarely that Derek and I had conversations, so the fact that he was trying to have a conversation with me to talk about Isaac was well, weird.

The door to the animal hospital swings right open and who would of thought who it was. " No IsAaC! Just because your nice to her, DOESNT MEAN SHE LIKES YOU, WHY WOULD SHE!" I hear Stiles loudly screaming/whispering. Really what the f*** was happening today. The boys finally walk in and Stiles decides to start ranting again. "Maybe we should ask her see who she agrees on better. Hey Y/N-" Before Stiles can finish what he can say, Isaac already has arm around Stiles neck.

"Alright that's enough for today. Let's think about the reason why were here." Deaton explains. Forgot about the reason where here I just wanna know what the guys where talking about.

Stiles, Scott, Isaac, Derek, Deaton and I finally all go around the big almost bathtub filled with ice. "Dont tell me this is what I have to do." Isaac looks at the tub in almost disgust. "Well unfortunately yes, I know it's not ideally comfortably but if we can slow your heart rate down enough you'll fall into a trance like state." Deaton describes to him. "Almost like being hypnotized?" Derek says looking at Deaton. "Exactly Isaac will be half transformed, it will allow us to access from his self conscious mind so we can get the memories we need."

"Well how slow does his heart rate need to be?"Scott looks at Deaton waiting for an awnser. "Very slow" he replies with. "How slow is very slow." I ask my body almost filling with anxiety. "Well umm almost dead." All of our eyes almost jump out of our heads wondering what we were getting Isaac into.

Isaac puts his hand in the water to really see how cold it is only for him to retract his hand back fast. "Is this safe?" He asks. "Would you like me to answer that." Deaton looks at Isaac saying. "Oh god." I groan while I run my fingers through my hair.

All of a sudden our thoughts are brung to the snapping sound. We all look back to see Stiles snapping a glove on his hand. "What?"

We all turn our heads back around and Issac begins to put his hand in the water again looking at eveyone. "So when should I start?" "Well there just one thing. Y/N I need your help on this." Deaton looks at me and eveyone turns there head. I nod wondering what hes going to say next. "Well for this to work Isaac's body he needs to be at a state of relaxation. Which is where you come in, I need you to hold his hand the whole time so he can grasp the fact of relaxation and reality." Deaton says and then looks at Isaac and I again.

Well I didnt think he was going to say that. "Okay, that all I have to do?" I look at Deaton questionly as he nods his head. "Wait how is Y/n supposed to hold my hand without me hurting her." Isaac says as he looks back to Deaton. "Well hopefully when you have the contact it should bring you to a state of realization."

We all start getting ready for Isaac to go in, but all of a sudden he comes closer to me and whispers "You sure your okay with this?" "Yeah of course, are you sure about this whole thing though?" I put my hand ontop of his for a moment and he smiles. " I guess I just have to be."

♡♡♡♡ POV of Stiles, Scott, & Derek->♡♡♡♡

"Why is he going so close to her." Stiles says whispering to Scott and Derek. "Oh I dont know Stiles why dont you ask them." Derek says sarcastically at the boys. "Pshhhh Scott tell me what there saying." Stiles goes and tells Scott. "There just talking about the hand thing." Scott looks at Stiles knowing he should propbaly calm down cause it's nothing.

"You know if you really like her you should probably tell her before someone elese does." Derek says pointing at Isaac and Y/N. Stiles huffs and turns back around and whispers "Eventually someday if she ever feels the same."

♡♡♡Boys Pov Ends -> 3rd person POV♡♡♡♡

"Alright eveyone ready!" Deaton says looking at the 5 of us. "Ready then I'll ever be" I hear Isaac mutters. I gotta admit at first I thought this little "crush" I had on Isaac was slowly fading, but now seeing him stand in front of me while he takes his shirt off the feelings start to arise again.

"Show off" Stiles mutters. Just when I thought things couldnt get any more difficult I get put in the most uncomfortable situation where I have to hold my crushes hand and have to feel the death glare of my childhood crush on my other side.

Isaac finally gets the courage and slowly started to emerge himself in the ice bath. He slowly gets in and starts breathing heavily. Isaac put his hand out for me and I took it with ease. He smiles at me and nods his head reading my mind when I was asking him if he was okay. Surprisingly his hand was alot warmer than I thought it would be, and now I was just hoping that no one could see the blush on my cheeks.

Scott and Derek stand behind Isaac in the tub and starts to emerge him. We all look at each other as Isaac starts to thrash and yell but he never transformed info a werwolf. Still staying in his human form.

Scott, Stiles, Derek, Deaton, and I all look at each other and I question what we do now. "Now in a couple of seconds I can start to ask question." Deaton says looking at Isaac to see if he was ready. I turn my attention to Stiles and Scott and I can already see the tension starting to arise. My anxieties start to quicken as I let go of Issacs hand, his body soon starts to float in the water.

"Now remember only I ask the questions, too many voice will draw him out." Deaton says making eveyone step away from the tub. "Now Isaac I want you to remember for me where you where on the night of when Erica and Boyd went missing." Eveyone listens closely as we watched Issacs pale skin begin to move.

"It started out at Y/N house. We were both studying for global and around 9 I got a text from Boyd." All the boys started to look in my way. Stiles face complety changed and bumped my arm and mouthed.

" You too hung out together." I rolled my eyes and mouthed back to him. "Yes Stiles we were studying." Stiles sighs loudly which makes Scott keep his eye on us. I could already see Stiles getting irritable which is when I knew he was going to start whispering loudly. "Yeah studying that's what it always is." Deaton taps his fingers, hushes us and begins to talk. "Now where were we."

♡♡♡♡♡ 10 minutes later Isaac is out of his trance and finally out of the ice water♡♡♡♡♡

Isaac springs out of the water with a gasp. Water starts flying everywhere as Isaac leaps out of the tub. Since no one decided to move into action I grabbed the towel near Stiles and gave it to Isaac. Once again Stiles turned his back and began to keep to himself. Isaac was shivering rapidly and Deaton told him to go sit on the heaters near by.

After the long meeting that we all had deciding what our next move on the Boyd and Erica situation was it was time for us to finally all go home. It was in the parking lot when I then realized the unwanted attention that was brought upon me. I had a feeling that eveyone knew something that I didn't.

Stiles starts to walk to his car pissed off once agian but then to find out his car wouldnt turn on. "Ohhhhh WHAT THE H*** WHYYYYYYYY!" We all turned around wondering what the promblem was, but wasnt surprised when Stiles took some random part out of his car. "Why, WHY, WHY ME. Y/N do you still have that duck tape in your car?"

Ughhhh Stiles and his duck tape. "Yeah but Sti I dont think duck tape is gonna fix this one." Hesitianly I walk over to Stiles to give him the duck tape. "You guys can just drive back with me it's no big deal." I say looking at the boys. "I mean I would offer but I'm driving all the way back to my house and I am not coming I'm between this high school drama." Derek looks between the four of us and gets into his car.

"Well so much for help." Stiles mutters. I bump into Stiles then motion for all the boys to come into the car. Now you would of thought that with Scott being in the car the awkward silence would of been more peaceful, but who would of know it wasnt.

At this point I've have had enough of this drama and on the next red light I decided that the talking would began. "Okay I cant do this anymore, whats going on?" I looked at Scott who only motioned to Stiles and Isaac in the back seat, only to find out the two were facing the opposite way.

"Listen Y/n, this dramas between you 3 I have nothing to do with this." Scott looks behind the seats looking directly at Stiles and Isaac.

"Well that was blunt" Stiles whispers and kicks the back of Scott's seat only for him to look at Stiles in the mirror one more time. Once again the silence won for another time. "Uhh the lights green." Isaac says nudging my shoulder. "Oh why thank you captain oblivious, I think she knew that already!" Even in the dark I could still see Stiles rolling his eyes once again.

Debating whose house I should stop at first I decided that dropping Stiles, and Isaac off first would be ideal. So at least in one way I could get something out of Scott.

Finally after dropping off Stiles, and Isaac. Scott and I are alone. Driving up to his house we both relaized what was going to happen.

"Scott what's been going on between Stiles and Isaac. I mean they've been acting so distant and everything's a fight between them?" Scott looks at me questionly almost like he was too shocked that I didnt know what was going on.

"You really have no clue why there fighting?" I shook my head only for Scott to smile even more. "Well you know how Stiles and Isaac are always fighting for your attention and how tonight Stiles was getting jealous when you were with Isaac." I questionly nod my head only noticing it now. "Well let's just say that they both aren't happy with each other at the minute because they both want something the other cant have." With those words I quicky knew what Scott meant and my eyes imitedled widened.

All this time the fighting and the arguements, the awkwardness, and the drama it was all because of one promblem. One situation that was both coming between them, and of course I didnt notice it now. Now I had to realize that I was the reason between the fights and the drama. But not only was I the drama, but now had two boys who I both love feel the same way.

With those words Scott said his goodbye and left the car leaving me with what he said in deep thoughts. If it wasnt for him I wouldn't of realize what happend between the boys that night, and I wouldnt of realized the huge decision that was left to make. Which one would it be?

[teenwolffan-with-nolife]

you reblogged that alphabet thing? if you want, im requesting a derek with E plz, if it doesnt inconvenience you :) have a wonderful night

thanks for requesting!

E: Enemies to Lovers

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"You can't just punch through all the walls! That's the stupidest plan I've ever heard!" you yelled at Derek.

Hour three of the great plan debate had started. Scott and Stiles were both slowly going insane, listening to the two of you argue.

Peter was amused, he sat on the stairs, smiling widely as he looked at the two of you.

"With my werewolf strength-"

"Screw your werewolf strength. You don't have enough room to gather enough force. It's simple Physics, explains why a high school dropout can't seem to understand," Derek huffed loudly, shaking his head.

"Your nerdy little calculations aren't bringing my supernatural strength into account," he crossed his arms.

"You're fucking ridiculous, you know that?" you rolled your eyes.

"I'm trying to save the pack that I have left. I'm going to do whatever it takes, I don't care if you think it's impossible.”

Jesus fuck he's annoying

You took a deep breath, shaking your head.

"Punch me as hard as you can right now. Prove that you can do this then."

Derek was slightly shocked, frowning.

"Oh, don't act like you don't want to punch me. I want to suffocate you sometimes. Let's go. Me against you, right now," you clenched your fist before Scott yelled out, running between the two of you.

"It's been hours of this! Me and Derek are going in, you're gonna stay here with Stiles and Peter, okay?" Scott said.

"What? No-"

"I agree with Scott. You really just need to shut the fuck up," you rolled your eyes, about to speak before Scott pulled on Derek, running out of the loft.

"He's going to break his hand," you muttered, trying to hide your nervousness.

With all of your big talk, you knew you wouldn't be okay with him getting hurt.

"That's his problem. Come on, let's just..."

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You let out a soft cry, before stopping yourself, leaning onto the table as you closed your eyes, letting out a shaky breath.

No one was answering your calls, your worry for each of them grew, but worst of all, your mind kept going back to Derek.

Your phone rang as you sniffled softly, answering the call from Stiles.

"Jesus fuck, what took you so long?" you yelled.

"We got held up at the hospital," Stiles said.

You felt your heart jump as your eyes widened.

"Hospital?" you said.

"Oh, not for anyone like that. There are these sacrifices happening, it's easier to talk about in person. Me and Scott can just come to your place," Stiles said.

"You and Scott? Where's Derek?" you asked, feeling your heart racing.

He stayed silent, while you spoke again.

"Where is he?" you said.

"On the bright side... at least you won't get headaches from arguing with him," Stiles muttered.

Your heart stopped as tears rushed to your eyes.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" you yelled.

"He went into a locked room with two wolves out of control on a full moon. We don't know if he's alive or what happened," Stiles explained.

"Why are you so calm about this?!" you yelled again.

"It's Derek. He can do this on his own," he replied.

You reached for your knife, taking deep breaths trying to calm yourself.

"You idiot! You know I like him! Why wouldn't you tell me this before? What if he's hurt? What if he's dead, or worse? I can't believe you!" you put your knife in your pocket, hanging up the call before you turned around, jumping slightly as you saw Derek leaning on the doorframe.

Your heart was beating in the back of your head as you saw a slight smirk on Derek's face. He was covered in blood, his wounds had healed. He was okay.

He walked towards you, about to speak.

"So, you like me?" he raised an eyebrow.

"You're ridiculous," you shook your head.

"Oh, so you weren't talking to Stiles just now?" he asked.

He stood in front of you, looking down as you swallowed, shaking your head.

"No, not you Derek. T-The other Derek I know. He's human, he's not a pathetic douchebag and he graduated high school," he rolled his eyes, putting his hands on either side of your cheeks.

"I kind of like you too," he whispered.

"Oh," you could tell he knew how nervous you were as you cleared your throat.

"Well, I guess it's time for-" before you could finish your sentence, he pressed his lips against yours, taking you by shock.

"You're still the most annoying motherfucker that I've ever met," you were out of breath as you shook your head before he chuckled.

"Yeah, right back at you," he put his hands on your waist, pulling you in tightly before lifting you up, putting you on the table.

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[mercy-burning]

Move This Along

Part of Mercy’s 1k Celebration: A collection of Spencer Reid x Reader requests to celebrate 1,000 followers.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: After months of waiting, Spencer decides he finally wants to have sex with Reader. Category: SMUT (18+) Warnings: Language, sex (oral sex- female receiving, virgin!Spence, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie) Word Count: 5.6k

Full Request: “...so a smutty oneshot with like virgin!spencer but im talkling like baby spence. and hes super blushy and cute but then when it happens its rlly raunchy and therws a lot of dirty talk. and like reader doesnt work at the bau but theyre close friends. and like she goes out to a bar with him and the team and they tease him so then she takes him home and literally fucks him after a movie or smth idk...” — @mggscumrag

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NOTE: It took me forever to figure out how I wanted to do this, but once I did, it came out so quickly! I hope it’s to your liking 🥰

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The first time she went out to meet Elle's friends from work, Y/N found herself absolutely nervous, and she wasn't sure why. She was always great with meeting new people, but for some reason, the prospect of meeting her next-door neighbor's co-workers seemed to really do a number on her.

She remembers how anxious she'd been, constantly worrying that they wouldn't like her, not to mention they were all probably super smart and strong and intimidating, just like Elle. Anyone who aided in putting away serial killers, rapists, and other monsters had to be just about the most intimidating personality there ever was.

But as Y/N soon learned, that wasn't quite the case at all.

To be fair, they were all intimidating in their own little ways, though it was really easy to forget about that when she was laughing with them, sharing drinks and stories, and exchanging phone numbers to stay in touch.

That's how she and Spencer had come to be good friends. Despite how obviously shy he was whenever they saw each other, the two of them managed to have conversations on just about everything. It usually happened that he talked and she listened to whatever he was teaching her, but she'd always add on the occasional, "Wow, I didn't know that," or "That's really fascinating." All of which she could tell he was surprised at and appreciated.

And since the first time they met at Elle's birthday party, the night she met the whole team for the first time, they'd been practically inseparable. While Y/N was good friends with the whole team, save for Gideon, who always seemed to like it better by himself, her relationship with Spencer seemed to even surpass the bond she'd built with her neighbor-slash-best friend.

Elle even told her as much one Saturday night, as the two of them were driving to the bar to meet up with everyone for a few drinks.

She'd mentioned it as a joke, but Y/N was instantly apologetic.

Elle only laughed. "Don't apologize. Actually, I think it's good that Reid has another friend outside of work. You're good for him. And you know, I think he has a little crush on you."

Warmth rushed to Y/N's cheeks, and she tried to hide it but failed miserably, causing Elle to give her a knowing smile. "Y—You don't know what you're talking about, Elle, it's not like that."

"Oh come on, it totally is. You give him the light of day when no one else does, he talks about you all the time, and everyone at work knows it."

She paused. "They... do?"

"Of course they do, we're all profilers, but it doesn't take one to see how obsessed that boy is with you. I think you should go for it."

Y/N would have been lying if she said she hadn't thought about asking him out. But in the end she had always figured it was a little weird, being that she was friends with all his and Elle's co-workers and she'd kinda been adopted into their family of sorts. But hearing what her neighbor was saying... She started to think differently about it.

"You really think so?"

Elle nodded. "Absolutely."'

"Okay," she replied with an excited smile. "Maybe I will, then."

A week later and the two of them started dating. Y/N always thinks back to the first few weeks of their relationship, how adorably shy and blush-prone Spencer was, even after they'd been together for some time. They spent almost all their free time together, and it still seemed like he was nervous to be around her. He'd assured her on multiple occasions that that wasn't the case, but Y/N still wondered why he hadn't fully warmed up to being around her.

Especially in public. Oh, in public it was worse. Y/N clung to his arm, and his face immediately got red. What confused her the most, though, was that every time she pulled away to make him more comfortable, he pulled her back in, seemingly desperate to feel her warmth.

In the end she and Spencer had grown to develop their own little communication system for public settings, something to let the other know when something was really wrong, and when to ask if the other was comfortable.

One night everyone was meeting after a rough case somewhere in Denver, and Y/N offered to buy everyone drinks once Spencer had called to tell her they were all back. It wasn't out of the ordinary for her to do that, but it had been a while, so everyone was quick to except. Well, mostly everyone— Gideon as per usual went his separate way, and Hotch was eager to get home and see his family.

Y/N was waiting for them at their favorite bar downtown when she heard a loud squeal that sounded a lot like her name. Sure enough, it was easy to spot a very yellow-clad Penelope Garcia headed straight towards her with her arms stretched out for a hug when she turned around. The smile she adorned was instantaneous as her arms came out a well, embracing Penelope with a large hug that almost knocked the wind out of her.

"I missed you!" she exclaimed, still hugging Y/N and swaying them back and forth a little. "I mean, I know I don't ever travel with the team, but because of that we should hang out more."

"Next time I need some company, I know who to call."

Y/N spotted Spencer then, behind Penelope and patiently waiting for a greeting. She smiled at him and whispered, "Hi," to which Penelope must have heard.

She quickly released her from their embrace and stepped out of the way. "Oh! I'm sorry, I'm keeping you from your boy wonder."

She laughed as she transferred from Penelope's arms to Spencer's. He muttered a little, "Hi," into her hair as she squeezed him and shoved her face into his neck. If she had to bet, he was probably red as a tomato right now with how close her mouth was to his neck—it was his weakness and she knew it. And just to tease him a little bit she quickly kissed up his neck, his jaw, and placed a decent peck on his lips before pulling away and grabbing his hand.

Despite the shy smile and the blush adorning his cheeks, he squeezed her hand tight and kept her at his side like they would die if they weren't touching at all times.

Everyone gave little greetings to Y/N as they all made their way to a large booth near the back. Y/N was sitting on one side with Elle to her right and Spencer to her left, while Derek, Penelope, and JJ sat across from them. Y/N got them all their preferred drinks, and a beer for herself, which Spencer couldn't help but find oddly attractive.

He glanced over at her as she took swigs from the bottle as the night progressed, and for whatever reason the sight made his insides all warm and tingly. And when she used her unoccupied hand to grab his under the table, rubbing gentle circles over the inside of his palm with her thumb, he'd never felt more in love with another person. He wasn't even drinking any alcohol, yet his head swam and his heart soared all the same, every bone in his body humming with euphoria at just the mere thought of her.

He must have been staring a little too obviously, because Derek kicked his leg under the table, pulling him from the lovesick daydream he never wanted to leave.

"I can't tell if those are cute ol' puppy dog eyes or bedroom eyes," Derek laughed, and everyone laughed right alongside him.

"Oh, stop it," Penelope said, swatting his arm. "He's obviously just very in love with her, what more could you need to know?"

"Oh, come on, tell me you're not curious to know how they... operate."

She smacked him harder this time, and everyone laughed.

Knowing her boyfriend didn't really care for the spotlight, especially when it came to their relationship, Y/N squeezed Spencer's hand under the table in reassurance. She drew a question mark in his palm, their signal for, "Are you uncomfortable?" And he responded by drawing an "X" in her palm, their answer for, "No." She laced their fingers together then, and set her beer down.

"Morgan, our sex life isn't any of your business," she stated simply.

Spencer felt his stomach churn at the sentence, if only because said sex life was, as of late, non-existent.

He and Y/N had made out a lot, sure, but the one time they did try having sex, he made it about ten seconds being inside of her before he finished, and since then he'd been kind of embarrassed about it. They only ever made out since then, because before it ever got that far he stopped it, nervous that he'd disappoint her.

And now his non-existent sex life was the topic of conversation, and if anyone picked up on it, he would have felt worse about the whole thing.

So, he didn't stop himself from speaking. "But if you must know, it's great."

Y/N's hand tensed up in his, and she looked over at him, shock marinating in her eyes. To anyone else it would have looked like she was surprised he'd even bring it up, but he knew she was most likely more curious to know why he'd lied about it.

Their friends laughed regardless, Elle adding a curious and joking, "Care to elaborate?"

Ready to change the subject, Spencer shook his head. "Nope."

"Yeah, actually I think we're gonna head out early," Y/N added. Spencer was suddenly worried he'd made her upset, but she rubbed gentle circles into his hand that reassured him everything was okay.

He got out of the booth and Y/N followed, as their friends grumbled.

"Oh, come on, we didn't mean to embarrass you guys," Derek said.

"No, that's not it," Y/N said as she threw on a light jacket. "You just reminded me how much I'd like to operate with my boyfriend since I haven't seen him in a few days, so we're leaving. Have a good night."

Spencer felt searing heat rise to his cheeks as he turned around and ushered Y/N out the door, accompanied by low whistles and claps from their friends.

***

The two of them were sitting on the couch now, Y/N having just set down a couple classes of water.

"Sorry if you wanted to stay," she said quietly, playing with her thumbs. "You know we don't... actually have to operate if you don't want, obviously, I was just looking for something to say..."

"Oh, Y/N, I know. Don't worry about it. Really, I... I was the one who even brought it up, I should have just let you handle it."

She looked up at him with a small smile. "Why.. did you bring it up anyway?"

"Well, I... I guess I just felt embarrassed. And I know what we do together isn't any of their business, but I was just... I really was thinking about how much I love you, and when Morgan brought it up, I felt like I wasn't... living up? To your expectations? I don't..." He sighed, unsure how to properly articulate how he was feeling. "I don't know. I just thought about the last time we tried having sex, and I felt embarrassed about it, that's all."

"Oh, honey," Y/N cooed, scooting closer to him and bringing her hand up to brush some of the hair from his face. "You know, you... don't have anything to prove, right? I know how much you love me, and you don't need to be having sex with me to show me, I hope you know that."

Still, he couldn't bring himself to look at her face. "I do," he choked out, pulling at the hem of his shirt. "I'm... I'm sorry."

Y/N's tongue clicked, and she leaned into him, wrapping one of her arms around his neck and placing the other across his lap. She held him tight and kissed the side of his head. "Don't you ever be sorry, unless you cheat on me. Then there will be something to be sorry about."

He laughed at her joke, turning his head to brush his nose against hers. "I love you."

"I love you, too," she whispered, giving him the lightest of kisses on the lips.

When she pulled away, he leaned in again, kissing her a little harder, and she gladly reciprocated. With every passing second, all of his worries started to melt away like the snow to her sunshine. Within every kiss was an emanation of outpouring love and comfort that warmed his soul and gave him the confidence to try something bold.

His hands threaded through her hair as he drew her in closer, and instinctively, she climbed over his lap, resting her hands on his shoulders as he gently probed her mouth with his tongue. The sound of her sigh as she opened up to him and allowed him to fully explore her mouth with his made his stomach bubble and tense.

This would be about the time where he'd stop, telling Y/N that they should slow down, and she'd sweetly oblige and stay cuddled into his side as they drifted off to sleep.

But tonight he didn't want that.

Tonight he wanted more.

While one of his hands remained in her hair, gently massaging her scalp, the other snaked down to her lower back. He gently slid his fingers under the fabric of her shirt and pressed his palm flat against her, pulling her closer to him with a desperation that both shocked and excited her.

Deciding to test the waters, Y/N rolled her hips, feeling him jump slightly underneath her, followed by a whine that vibrated her mouth and sent a low hum of pressure through her stomach.

Still, she pulled away.

Well... She tried to.

When she pulled her face away from him, Spencer used the hand in her hair to bring her back, tilting his head in the other direction and continuing to kiss her with enough passion for the both of them. And it didn't help that the sound she made when he did it spurred him on. She whimpered loudly into his mouth, and the hand on her back involuntarily slid down to grab her ass.

"Hey," she managed to get out when he pulled away momentarily for air. "Hey, you don't... We don't have to really do this if you don't want. I—I don't want you to think that what happened earlier means we have to have sex."

"Y/N..." His hand gently kneaded her ass, and against her better judgement, she rolled her hips again, sighing out against his lips. "I don't want to put it off any longer... Really, I... I want to. I want to show you how much I love you."

She kissed him softly again, bringing both of her hands up to cradle his face. "You already do. Every day."

She was giving him an out, and Spencer appreciated it. But with the way his insides were practically melting away at her presence, he knew more than anything that this was what he wanted.

"I know," he said. "But if you don't mind, today I'd like to show you a little extra." And then he kissed her deeply again.

Her hands tightened on his face, right before they slid up and through his hair. She gently tugged at it, and he let out one of the most delicious sounds she'd ever heard. For future reference, she relished in that sound, in that feeling, and made a mental note to try it out some more when they got further along in their sexual path.

But tonight, she would let him call the shots. He was finally ready to try it again, and seeing how confident he grew in his touches and kisses when she submitted to him, it was the simplest decision.

So she remained on his lap until he made another move, encouraging him with whimpers and languid rolls of her hips against his. Her hands grew frenzied in his hair when he dipped his hand past the waistband of her jeans and underwear, sticking his fingers in only about a knuckle deep. The warmth of his hands against her bare skin sent shivers down her spine, which she let show by involuntarily grinding down on his lap.

Spencer groaned deeply more than whined this time, his grip on her hands gripping tighter to her backside. He forced himself to remove his mouth from hers long enough to breathe out, "Bedroom. Please."

As much as Y/N didn't want to get off of his lap, she knew that what waited for her in the bedroom would be worth the momentary loss of complete physical contact. So she peeled herself away from her boyfriend, grabbing him by the hand, and lead him to her bedroom.

Once the door was closed, he was on her again, caging her face between his large hands and capturing her lips in another heated kiss. They moved backwards until she hit her back against the door, and the second their movement stopped, Spencer used their standing position to press his full body weight into her, their legs tangling together.

Meanwhile, Y/N was trying to figure out where to put her hands. She wanted to brace them on his chest, but it was pressed tightly against hers. So they wandered over his back, but she couldn't decide whether to place them under his shirt or on his butt. Or maybe she wanted to grip his arms to feel the veins as they strained against his skin from holding her face. The possibilities were quite endless.

So endless that they were even surprising—Spencer noticed her wandering hands and promptly decided to place them where he wanted, which was apparently above her head. He removed his hands from her face and pinned her wrists to the door above her head, and she huffed a breath as he pulled away to speak.

"Is this okay? I wasn't too... too rough?"

The concern swimming in his lust-filled eyes drew a little whimper from her throat as she struggled to find the right words. But finally, she settled on, "That was so fucking hot..."

Relief flashed over his gaze right before he grinned. His fingers flexed against her wrists, and even though she couldn't see them, she could imagine how it looked. And it really was fucking hot.

Seeing the expression on her face, Spencer leaned forward again and kissed her one last time. Their lips moved together hungrily, dancing in perfect synchronization, the music being the frantic beating of their hearts.

And then he started to trail his kisses down her jaw and neck, keeping her hands firmly pinned to the door. Usually she was the one to explore his neck with her tongue and teeth, but this time he wanted to try it for himself. Mirroring what he'd felt her do to him hundreds of times over, he soaked in every single sound she made, from the little whimpers of pleasure to the soft, choked whispers of his name dancing over her lips. And when her hips canted forward, searching for any kind of friction, he decided to grant it to her.

As his kisses moved down along her collarbone, his hands gently slid down with him, over her arms and then down to the bottom of her shirt as he kneeled in front of her. He lifted the shirt slowly, each new inch of exposed skin being met with soft kisses until it reached her breasts. He reached up to palm them over her bra while he trailed his kisses downward again.

Even though she was wearing jeans, he pressed kisses to her legs anyway. She squirmed under his touch, and the feeling made his heart soar.

"Please, Spence," she huffed, bringing her hands down to lay overtop of his. She felt the tendons and veins in his hands as they squeezed her, and with everything she had, she tried not to beg him to use them in more interesting places. She wanted to let him take his time, to be a vessel for his exploration, but it was growing harder every second to be patient.

Thankfully he seemed to get what she was feeling, because his hands slid out from under her shirt and rested at her jeans. "Can I take these off?"

The fact that he even asked when she so clearly begged him to do it made her heart swell. "Please do," she chuckled, though it turned into a choked sigh when his fingers actually started undoing the button. And at the sound of her zipper going down, she could have come undone right there.

He pulled her jeans down slowly and helped her step out of them. And she thought maybe he'd take the next step and do the same with her underwear, but he opted to use his mouth instead.

With gentle kisses, he traced the hem of the fabric all the way to either side of her waist. And then he looked up at her with curious eyes and shifted his face, pressing his nose right up against where her clit would be. Her hands immediately went to his hair, but he grabbed her wrists again and laid them at her sides. "Do you want me to move this along?" His voice wasn't teasing as much as it was genuine curiosity.

Still, Y/N resisted the urge to tell him yes. "I—I want you to do whatever feels right. Tonight's... about you. What you want."

"Well, what I want is to make you feel good. So, again... Do you want me to move this along?"

Every time his lips moved, they brushed up against where she desperately wanted him. And it was killing her. So, she nodded vigorously. "Yes, please," she whispered.

And with that, Spencer released her hands and used his fingers to gently rub her over the fabric. The contact made her shiver visibly, and he took that as a good sign. So he wasted no more time and replaced his fingers with his tongue, fluttering his eyes closed at the taste of her. And he knew that once the thin fabric was gone it would be stronger, but even then he was thoroughly wrecked.

He kept lapping his tongue over her, feeling her panties get wetter with ever second, and he only finally removed them when she started grinding her hips closer to his face, desperate for more.

When he did finally bring his tongue to fully taste her for the first time, they both let out the filthiest sounds, months and months of build-up starting to come to a head. He tasted her like he would an ice cream cone, and for the first few moments his eyes remained closed, all his focus on this brand new sensation. But he wanted nothing more than to see her react to him. So he opened his eyes and continued his ministrations, pupils blowing wide at the sight of her above him.

She was panting, her mouth hung open and her tongue just barely peeking out over her bottom lip. Her eyes remained shut, though Spencer could tell she was struggling to open them. With a tentative flick of his tongue over her clit, he took notice of the little gasp she made, and he knew he'd found it. So he repeated his action, providing small kitten licks to her clit as she picked up her breathing and clenched her hands at her sides.

He picked up the pace then, taking note of every little thing that made her cry out or jump with pleasure until she was clutching his hair. He was sucking on her clit now, his middle finger gently sliding in and out of her when she spoke.

"Oh, fuck, keep doing that. I'm... I'm almost..."

He felt her tighten around his finger as she started careening off the edge, and he did his best to keep his eyes on her face, because it had practically been haunting him, wondering what it would be like to see her come undone at his mercy.

To say it was better than he could have ever dreamed was a severe understatement.

Y/N's head leaned back against the door, her chin jutted out so he could see the beautiful contours of her chin and neck. He saw her throat contract as she moaned out his name, saw her chest heave as she struggled to catch her breath, and best of all, he felt her flutter around his finger and mouth. And if that was high inducing, he couldn't wait to feel wat it would be like to replace them with something else.

The mere thought had him trembling.

He pulled back when she huffed out an over-stimulated, "Okay, please, please stop, oh..."

Though it could just as easily have been a painful sentiment, the hungry, dazed look in her eye suggested otherwise.

Spencer stood up and brought his finger to his mouth, still caught up in her taste before she ripped his wrist away and kissed him, threading her fingers through his hair and moaning into his mouth.

Before he could get lost in it, though, she pulled away and nodded. "Okay. I think you're wearing too many clothes."

He tilted his head down in a little flush, and with the help of Y/N, his shirt peeled away from his body and joined her pants and underwear on the floor.

Y/N mirrored his actions, kissing gently down his jaw, neck, and then down his torso. Her hands wandered his bare back as she sunk to her knees. But when her hands moved to his belt, he stopped her.

"W—wait."

She peeled her hands away and looked up at him. "Are you okay? Do you want to slow down?"

He visibly swallowed, and she could read that look on his face that he got whenever he was embarrassed to tell her something. "N—no, I... I want... the opposite, actually."

"I don't follow..."

"Well, I know that... if you return the favor, I won't last very long, a—and I... I don't want to wait anymore."

Y/N smiled, standing again and bringing her hands to rest on his shoulders. "So you're saying you... want me to move this along?"

Spencer smiled at her recollection of his words. "Yes, please."

They travelled to the bed then, Y/N taking off her shirt and bra when they got there, and leaving her completely bare to him. She sat down and reached for his belt, looking up at him as he stood.

"I'm clean and on birth control, do you still want to use a condom? I have some in my table drawer."

He thought about it for a moment before shaking his head. "As long as you're sure."

Y/N undid his belt quickly and threw it to the side, making work of his button and zipper with a smile. "Oh I'm so sure..."

The way she said it made his dick twitch, images running through his mind of how it would look seeing her filled and dripping with—

Her hand was palming him through his underwear now, and it was all he could think about. He had already been hard before, but now it was tilting on the precipice of painful pleasure. So he stopped her, taking a deep breath.

"Lay down?"

"However you want me," Y/N answered, positioning herself on the bed so she was leaning back, her head nicely laid out on the pillows.

Spencer swallowed and removed his underwear before climbing on the bed and kneeling over her. Her legs were already wide, feet flat on either side of him as he positioned himself and got ready.

She reached out and gently grabbed his forearm, a gentle smile on her face. "You ready?"

"Mhm," he answered with a curt nod, bringing himself forward to run the head of his dick through her wetness. They both sighed at the feeling, and Spencer knew he was in trouble.

It was finally happening, he was getting another chance to have sex with her, and if he didn't last long again, he was going to—

"I love you," Y/N said reassuringly, rubbing circles into the hand that rested on the inside of her thigh.

He looked into her eyes and saw that love radiating from them. It warmed his insides and gave him the confidence he needed to finally, slowly push into her as he whispered, "I love you, too."

Once he was fully sheathed inside her, he let out a large breath, leaning down to brace his arms on either side of her head. The pressure of her clenched around him was overwhelming in the best way possible, and he never wanted to move.

But he had to.

She stroked his hair, pressing soft kisses all over his face, and whispered, "I love you."

With those three words, Spencer had the courage to pull back and then forward again, testing the waters and more accurately, his limits. He picked up a slow pace that burned him from the inside out, every muscle and vein in his body on fire with the knowledge that he was finally, properly making love to the woman he was pretty sure he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

But he was holding back. Y/N could tell. He glided through her with ease, sure, but his eyes were squeezed shut like he was concentrating, like he was pacing himself and trying to hold on to this feeling.

She moved her hands down to his back and lightly ran her fingernails over the skin, feeling him tremble under her touch.

"You feel so good, Spence," she whispered. "So perfect for me..."

The words made his hips stutter just a little, and Y/N knew then what the hesitation was.

He wanted to go faster.

So she moved her fingers lower, cupping his ass and scratching featherlight circles into the skin as she moaned. "You like when I talk to you, baby? Does hearing my voice help you out?"

Spencer choked out a groan as he opened his eyes and saw how feral she looked. Her pupils were blown wide, her mouth was pouted cutely, and she smiled as soon as she saw him bite his lip.

"You wanna go faster?" she cooed, digging her fingernails a little harder into the flesh of his ass. "Hmm?"

"F—fuck, Y/N... I..."

"You fuck me however you need to, baby. Don't hold back. Just let it all out."

He groaned out then, his hips picking up speed. She felt the relief and the tension rolling off his body as he finally gave into his urges, and it was just about the sexiest thing she'd ever witnessed.

"That's it, baby... Don't stop... Give it to me, let me feel you..."

He leaned down and kissed her then, pumping into her harder and harder with every second. She moaned out against his mouth, swallowing all his breaths and grunts. Meanwhile her fingers gripped his ass harder, relishing in the feeling of his muscles as they aided in fucking her.

His mouth pulled away as he shoved his face into her neck, and she sighed. "You're doing so good, baby. Fuck... " His hips kept moving, and she clenched around him hard, hoping to gauge his reaction.

Sure enough, he groaned against her neck and canted his hips harder. Every thrust forward now was so deep he hit her g-spot, and the sensation made her sigh with a smile. "That's fucking right, baby... Just like that, don't stop, don't stop. You fe—el so... ohhh."

Her words lit this fire in him that was impossible to put out. His body was hers for the taking, and so he'd give her everything he had. Which is why he picked up the pace and fucked into her as hard as he could, dangerously close to finishing.

"Fuck, Spence, I'm gonna... —na..."

Y/n's moans turned into a quiet scream as she came, clenching tightly around his dick and digging her fingernails into his ass. Her eyes squeezed shut with the swirling patterns of fireworks exploding behind them, meanwhile he twitched inside of her and lost it at last. As she came down, she helped him hold himself there, deep inside her as his cum spilled over in warm increments. They both moaned out at the feeling, all their tension easing and dissipating.

By the end, all that was left between the both of them was a thin sheen of sweat and murmured promises of "I love you."

They could have fallen asleep right there. Y/N's hands slid up his backside, over his arms, and then to the back of his head, combing gently through his disheveled hair as he pressed loving kisses to the patch of skin where her neck met her collarbone. He was still inside her, unwilling to leave the warmth she provided, and she did nothing to object.

"How are you feeling?" she finally asked, opening her eyes.

Spencer tilted his head up to look at her, his heart once again swelling at the adoring look in her eyes. "I'm great."

She laughed, and he laughed with her. And they were silent for a few moments before he spoke again.

"So, uh... What we just did is what we're counting as our real first time together, right? Like, the other time doesn't count?"

Y/N laughed again, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "If you want to count this as our first time, then yes. I'd be more than happy to agree with you."

"Good. This was much better."

Even though she would never hold their first first time together against him, she was inclined to agree.

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[maschotch]

I know I'm super late on commenting on the scene with hotchs worst qualities but the anon talking about how they categorized hotch as sexist made me want to bring it up again lol.

Like you said, the show has a lot of casual sexism that has to be kind of excused sometimes but it strikes me as so odd that the writers would point out this one specific instance and imply hotch is sexist instead of the many other times on the show.

Like. I love them but Derek and Rossi have way too many sexist moments on the show. Like just plain womanizing or objectifing or slut shaming or anything else. And as a woman it doesn't bother me too much, you kind of have to expect a bit of that from an early 2000s crime show, but it does strike me as odd that the writers would choose to make Hotch the one called out for sexism.

I'll also admit that I'm very very biased because I am a Hotch Girl™️ lol but I don't get him being sexist. I know Emily said it because he didn't trust her as much as the rest of the team, but it's very clear he trusts Penelope and JJ a lot, even Elle before Emily. I think the writers were trying to point out how Emily viewed hotch and how there relationship was weird but it still bothers me a little lol like how is that man sexist.

I can appreciate the writers giving him some character improvement, like going after that one case because he respects and trusts JJ and saying nobody "asks for it" or not to call a r*pe victim lucky and all that but I will never understand that dialouge with the team.

As for the rest of them, dereks comment about him being a drill Sargent makes a little sense but the other two were just. Really wrong if not kind of mean lol. Don't get me startedddd on how wrong the bully comment was. I know you've talked about this scene a lot but I was curious on how legitimate you think the things the team says are

Love being offended on my boring white man's behalf <3

yeah honestly i think that comment is more about emily and his relationship w her at the moment than an actual valid criticism. he still doesnt trust her yet so maybe its easier for her to think that its a general thing rather than admitting he doesnt like her specifically. plus this is right on the heels of jj and hotch ganging up on her and forcing her on the spot with the question of “how come none of this gets to you” like its a less than subtle way of saying “mind your business and dont fucking worry about it.” its an attempt to maybe give him second thoughts when he starts to doubt her—why would he be suspicious unless he didnt trust women???🤔

and tbh i think he knows it too. like i dont think this one bothered him too much bc he knows why shes saying it… he cant bring himself to feel bad for making her feel distant when he still doesnt trust her. hes not sorry for questioning her or doubting her bc she hasnt proven herself in his eyes yet.

tbh i dont think anything the team says is accurate lmao. hes clearly not a bully. i dont even think jj means it necessarily, but its not the first time she’s thought it. hes not even much of a drill sergeant? hes “strict” ig but he does all their paperwork for them, reaches out when one of them is struggling w smth (he stops trying to help so directly after this for a while.. almost like he’s afraid of being overbearing or tyrannical… of being a bully), lets them goof off and have their fun, etc. there are definitely worse bosses who are way more tough and by-the-book. and honestly i dont think derek meant it that way either: i think he was referring to how pushy he can be sometimes—like now when he’s urging them all to name his worst qualities. i think thats what he’s trying to get at anyway

and i almost like it more that none of them quite mean what they say? bc this IS him crossing a line, forcing them to come up with critiques and insult him. his own self doubt and insecurities are getting in the way of being the leader they all know he’s capable of. they scramble to find the closest thing to mind. for jj its the way that she feels small. for morgan its the way hes worried ab hotch demanding for his question to be answered. for emily its ab her own fears and frustrations from him not trusting her. i think it says much more about all of them than it does about him. but i dont think hotch would ever see it that way. he’s gonna take everything to heart—just another type of failing to look out for

[jayphoenic]

My Favorite Teen Wolf Ao3 Fanfics

Top 1 - 5

Guardian by Lerya

Main Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)

Main Pairings: Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, Aiden/Lydia Martin, Allison Argent/Isaac Lahey, Ethan/Danny Mahealani/Jackson Whittemore, Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Chapters:100/100

Summary:

After Stiles finally realises how little he means to Scott, and how little his opinions and even his research mean to the 'true Alpha', he's had enough. With most of the original Hale pack getting away from the Hellhole that is Beacon Hills, he prepares to do the same. The extra addition wasn't planned, but most welcomed, as was an invite by the counsel.

He could do this, going around the world, helping other Supernaturals, getting to know the world, and learning about himself and the community.

Little Red's Hide Out by TheCuriousCat

Main Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)

Main Pairings: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Peter Hale, Chris Argent/Stiles Stilinski, Jordan Parrish/Sheriff Stilinski, Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Derek Hale/Danny Mahealani, Isaac Lahey/Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore, Bobby Finstock/Greenberg, Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes

Chapters: 28/?

Summary:

Stiles is a researcher at heart, when he wants to find out about something he does... except accurate information about werewolves is really hard to come by and if it's hard for him it must be hell for others in Scott's position.

So, with too little sleep and accidental magic on his side, he decides to make a place people can come to help and get help. A hide out for all those who go bump in the night. Of course it turns into so much more but really, who ever accused Stiles of doing anything by halves?

Kate Argent isn't as good at covering up her murder sprees as she thinks by TheCuriousCat

Main Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)

Main Pairings: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale/Sheriff Stilinski

Chapters: 14/?

Summary:

Stiles' mother is trying to kill her and her father doesn't believe her. In a bid to find reasons to be out of the house as much as she can she latches onto the first mystery she can get her hands on, just in time for the Hale fire.

Stiles digs and digs feeling more sick the further she falls into the rabbit hole but it's not all bad. Kate left a lot of loose ends, all of which are very happy to join Stiles in her new goal of ripping Kate's world to shreds.

Having a pack is nice but why won't anyone tell her why she keeps feeling like she's getting an electric shock every time Derek Hale touches her!

Vengeance Looks Good On You, Sweetheart by cywscross

Main Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)

Main Pairings: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Summary:

Just because Scott refuses to see the Argents for what they truly are - prejudiced serial killers sitting proudly on a mountain of innocent corpses - doesn't mean Stiles will. It's about time someone did something about the Argent Empire anyway, and what a coincidence - summer vacation is just around the corner.

--

Or, the one where Gerard Argent kidnapped the wrong fucking person to torture. Stiles has never subscribed to the policy of forgiving and forgetting anyway, not when razing the problem to the ground and salting the earth for good measure has always been a far better solution in the long run.

He doesn't expect to have company.

Ruthless by ItsMe_Basil

Main Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)

Main Pairings: Chris Argent/Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Peter Hale, Chris Argent/Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Chapters: 2/3

Summary:

Stiles yelps and shakes his hand. The ash stays where it is. Well, no, it moves across his palm! Stiles wipes at it with his other hand, forgoing the whole getting-it-in-the-bottle thing and sticking to the get-it-off-me thing.

Only the ash doesnt get off. Stiles watches with growing horror as the ash moved up his palm to his wrist, and the burning gets worse.

"Ow," he breathes, wincing and staring. The ash moves on its own, growing a shape at the inside of his wrist. Three spirals, one on top and two on the bottom.

"What the fuck, what the fuck, ow!"

Remember some chapters are longer than others

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[stargirlrchive]

Hi! Can I ask for angsty Specer Reid with reader working as a medic? They dont see each other lately, mostly because his gf avoiding him, because they are both stressed of work so every discussion end with fight so in the end reader is insecure of herself and not sure if she is good enough for him. She starts overwork herself more to improve her skills and satisfaction,forgetting about proper sleep and meals. And during their next fight she just pass out in front of him making him extremaly 1/2

“2/2 extremaly guilty and frustrated because being occupied by his own work and life he doesnt even notice struggles of someone who he dearly love and care for. Sorry for such long and detailed request! I hope it doesnt bother you! Thank you so much nad have a great day!”

Busy Schedules - Spencer Reid

masterlist ; request are open

author’s note: hi omg this request came really easy! i really hope this lived up to your expectations @ anon <3 and i hope you all enjoy it! im already working on another request so yay ❤️ i had said 3 fics this summer and this is my fourth one <3 cute!

disclaimer: a bit angsty!! and also talking about like reader not taking care of themselves all that great, like forgetting to eat && reader passes out so if that’s something that upsets you, please do not read it!! GIF NOT MINE

pairing: spencer reid x reader

wordcount: 1,976

You weren’t sure how long it had been since you had last seen your boyfriend, but before the argument that had transpired a few hours ago, you knew that it had been several days since the two of you last spoke. Both of your work schedules took up a large portion of your life and during the beginning of knowing Spencer that was a huge wedge in the two of you actually starting a relationship. But you two later on found out that it didn’t matter how long it took for you two to have time together, because when you did it was like magnets linking together. There was a domestic routine to your very busy lives when you were alone, like adding the final puzzle piece, everything just clicked.

Or it had been, the last few months having a decrease in employees and you having to pick up extra shifts at the hospital, had left you next to no time for yourself. And the time you did have off, Spencer was always away on a case. The last couple of times you were irritable from work, and just missing your boyfriend and it ended with the two of you arguing, it never failed.

You’d end up crying from frustration and exhaustion and Spencer would find himself nursing a bottle of beer with Morgan. Something he never did before, and it was quickly becoming a bit of a habit for him.

Your head was pounding as you woke up, it was eleven pm and your throat felt insanely dry. You looked for a cup of water, but of course there was none. You were never good at looking after yourself. Spencer always told you that and you felt tears well up in your eyes, you missed him so much. The crying mixed with the headache worsened everything you were feeling and you began to feel dizzy. If you were being honest you couldn’t remember the last time you had a proper meal, you had been surviving off granola bars and black coffee. That with working nearly 100 hours a week, it was definitely starting to take a toll on you.

You sat up and realized what had woken you up, there was knocking on your main door. You trudged slowly to your front door, still feeling dizzy as you tried to focus on the figure through the peephole. Even with your vision being blurry you could tell it was Spencer.

You quickly opened the door, which you shouldn’t have feeling the way you were. You felt all your blood rush down and felt a cold shiver run down you. You really needed to get something solid into your system. But with Spencer’s demeanor you could tell you wouldn’t be eating anything for some time, he was tense, eyes burning and you wanted to scream at him. It wasn’t even your fault the two of you were angry.

But you couldn’t even bring yourself to do it, you were so exhausted. You let him in and he brushed past you, pacing through your living room. “Spencer I’m really tired, can we just do this tomorrow? I don’t feel good.”

You knew he didn’t even hear you, he was in his head and from the smell of beer on him you could tell he had been drinking. He wasn’t drunk, but you knew he was a lightweight, so anything he drank would have him more there than here.

You walked towards him, mainly to get him to stop because his pacing was making you feel that the room you were in was spinning. But he moved from you just before you reached him and it caused you to stumble forward, barely catching yourself against the rest of the couch. You had to close your eyes to try and stabilize yourself. “Can you stop trying to push me away?”

“Well you do it, why can’t I?”

He was being childish, you both knew it. “Spencer I’m not doing that, if you feel that way trust me when I say it’s not intentional.”

You muttered something under your breath, you probably shouldn’t have but it slipped from your lips before you could stop yourself. “That’s not fair! I deserve days off with my friends as well!”

“I never said you didn’t, Reid.”

He knew you were angry, you only ever used his last name when you were, but he was angry too and he was glaring at you. “Well then it’s not fair for you to say that I decided to hang out with my friend over you.”

“Did you not? I think it’s been over a month since we’ve seen each other, you see them everyday and we both finally had a night off together and you decided to go out with them, people you see everyday! I feel like I’m not even part of your life anymore.”

Your breathing was labored and rough, you could feel yourself coming in and out of consciousness and could barely focus on the words leaving Spencer’s mouth before everything went black.

~

Spencer himself did not register what was leaving his mouth as he saw your body going limp, any bit of anger or alcohol leaving his system that very second. He instinctively caught you before your head hit the floor and he was frantically calling out your name. He hated how pale your skin went and how your lips weren’t as red as they normally were. You looked frail and he laid your head on the floor to go look for a cotton ball and rubbing alcohol, when he was looking around your apartment he noticed that the only dirty dishes in your dishwasher were coffee cups and there were scattered granola bar wrappers and nothing else. He sighed through his nose as he realized that’s all you’ve been eating. Much like him, people always said he never took care of himself but he was so good at taking care of you. And he knew you weren’t. He was frustrated at the thought of you two arguing during the little time you had for each other so he decided to go out with Derek and Emily instead. But he quickly realized he shouldn’t have, he really hadn’t seen you in a month, two days, thirteen hours and 54 minutes. And that turned into an argument. He wanted to slip into your apartment while you were asleep, lay down with you and cook you breakfast and have the two of you slip back into your routine. He knew all the frustration and anger was from not seeing each other and now you were passed out on your living room floor and he felt so guilty.

Guilty for not going over after a case, when he really could’ve, guilty for not checking in more. He was your boyfriend and he could’ve been doing more. You were still laying on the floor and he lifted your head onto his lap, brushing the alcohol filled cotton ball under your nose and letting a watery laugh leave his chest as he saw the color come back to you. He was so relieved he was able to wake you up, and since you didn’t hit your head he knew you didn’t need more medical attention. Plus he knew you’d hate it. “Honey, c’mon let me help you into bed.”

“My head feels so heavy.” It was a tiny whimper and Spencer felt his heart ache at how confused your voice was. His hand brushed softly against your cheek, you were colder than he liked for you to be, you sent him a smile, your eyes still closed.

You began to get up and Spencer helped you towards your bedroom, bringing you a cup full of water after he had laid you in bed. He let you slip back into bed as you sunk into the comforters around you. His fingers were lightly brushing through your hair, your face was scrunched up in discomfort and he knew if you didn’t get anything into your system, you’d wake up feeling worse.

He slipped out of your bedroom and walked into your kitchen, he found eggs and bread and decided that this would do. Toasting the bread and spreading butter on it as he waited for the egg to finish cooking. His thoughts causing him to spiral, he still felt so guilty.

As quickly as he could he had everything cooked and was once again walking back towards your bedroom. Your arms were spread out and your hair was in your face, your color fully restored. He left the food on the cabinet by your bed and slipped into bed with you once more, pulling you onto him. Your arms instinctively wrapped themselves around his chest and your face tucked into neck. You stilled in his arms and then quickly pushed yourself away, “Spencer?”

“Who else?” He laughed quietly, but the worry began to set in him to see your confused expression. “Are you okay? Do you remember anything?”

You looked sad and just slumped back into bed, staying close to him but not wrapping yourself around him, “Yes, but I thought it was just a bad dream.”

He took your arms and wrapped them around himself, bringing you in as close as he could as he pressed kisses to your forehead, which you had only just noticed was pounding. “You scared me out there.”

“I didn’t do it on purpose.”

Spencer laughed and began to rub small circles on your back, “What have I told you about making sure you eat breakfast and lunch? What if I wasn’t around and you would’ve hit your head, or you would’ve passed out while driving?”

Spencer’s chest had begun to rise and fall heavily with the prospect of something far worse happening to you if he hadn’t been around, the guilt eating him up.

You grumbled out quietly, “I was going to eat something after letting you in, but you looked upset and I knew we needed to talk.”

You both stayed silent and when you looked up at him, his eyes were already trained on you, he let you speak first. “I am really sorry, I know you deserve to go out with your friends and I obviously know spending time with them outside of work is different than when you’re at work. I was just really tired, the shift was long and I missed you. And I took it out on you and I’m sorry.”

There were tears streaming down your eyes and you wiped them away quickly, “It’s hard having the jobs that we do.”

“I’m sorry too, I think I was still upset about what happened a few days ago and I didn’t want to spend the time that we did have arguing and I opted for going out instead of being here. But I’m still mad at you.”

You laid your head on his chest so you were no longer looking at each other, “You can’t be living off granola bars and coffee.”

“I just forget! I don’t do it on purpose.”

“I know, but for both of our sakes, I need you to sit up and eat.”

You perked you at his words and sat up quickly, causing the room to start spinning again. “Take it easy.”

Before he could reach for the plate you pulled him to you, pressing a few kisses to his lips, “You know I love you right?”

He mumbled quietly against your lips before pressing a kiss to your nose, “I love you too.” He continued to cover your face in soft kisses, only stopping to rub his nose against yours gently, “I missed you.”

“I did too.” He pressed one more kiss to your lips before grabbing the plate, he didn’t let you move from your place until you finished everything.

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[heartbreakgrill]

Anyone Else; Calum Hood

You leaned down over Calum’s shoulder, blocking out the bright sunset behind the two of you. He inhaled, reveling in the coconut scent of your shampoo, fused with sunscreen and chlorine-d pool water. He shook his head lightly, reminding himself to open his eyes and focus on the phone in his hand. You lifted your free hand, that wasn’t cradling a White Claw, and pointed at a profile.

“She’s super cute! I feel like she’s your type,” you commented at the picture of a taller girl, sporting fishnets and a Led Zeppelin.

“You think I’m only into girls who like rock?” Calum chuckled a little.

You shrugged, moving away to tug over a free camping chair. You leaned back in, giving Calum the view of your neck as your hair fell away from it. He licked his lips as you spoke again, “I mean, I think you look good next to someone like that based on how you dress and shit. If you’re not into that, dont let me pressure you.”

You giggled and twisted around to look at him. His eyes focused in on yours, “Uh, yeah. Or, no, youre good. Youre not pressuring me. Just helping, right?”

“Right,” you scrunched your eyes in a beat, to show you were somewhat confused by his confusion. “Anyways, swipe right or left and lets move along.”

“Okay.” Cal did as you said, allowing the screen to switch to another girl.

“Oh, no, no, she looks too much like Crystal,” you giggled lightly. “Love Crystal, but that’d be creepy.”

“So I can’t like anyone who looks like anybody in our friend group?” Calum remarked, his heart hoping you wouldn’t break it by what you would reply with.

You wriggled in your seat, “I dont know. I feel like its weird. If they look like Luke, Ill allow it.”

His lips fumbled before his brain could reach out and grasp the words and shuffle them back into a drawer, “What if they look like you?”

“Yeah, right,” you looked back at him, “I’m unique. One of a kind, baby.”

Calum flushed as you spoke. He fumbled again, about to spill again, when Sierra called your name from the pool. “Show me that boy from last weekend?”

You quickly got up, excusing yourself from Calum, and pranced across the concrete patio to the fire pit, where Luke and Sierra were cuddled up, talking to another one of your friends. Calum tried not to break his neck and watch you animatedly talk about your Tinder date last Saturday. Yet he knew it was noticeable he was trying to pry.

He felt a hand slap down on his shoulder and Calum jumped in his seat. Michael took your seat, Crystal trailing along behind and slinking into his lap. “You got it bad, mate.”

Crystal grinned at him, “You really do.”

Calum shook his head, “Dont know what youre talking about.”

“Oh, my God,” Michael pressed his fingers to his forehead, eyes cartwheeling in their sockets. “Seriously, I never understand situations like this. I dont think it’d ruin your friendship if you asked to kiss her and she rejected you.”

“It wouldn’t,” Calum remarked, speaking the honest truth. He shifted in his seat, glancing at you before meeting Michael’s eyes. “But it would ruin me. And I dont really want a broken heart right now.”

Crystal’s eyes widened and she leaned forward. “Cal, is it worse than we thought?”

“Worse?” Michael furrowed his brows, looking between the two before realization hit him like chance. “Oh, shit. Dude?”

Calum stood suddenly, tossing his empty beer can in the garbage. “I’m going home. See ya later.”

He didn’t give them the chance to say anything else as he gathered his damp towel, shoes, and bag from around him. He passed through the kitchen, waving lazily to Ashton and Kay, who were preparing the food for s’mores.

“Not staying?” Ashton called after him.

He heard Kay mutter something else to him and Ashton shocked a small, “Oh.”

You finished telling the story of Matt, who you had gone on a date with last week as Calum was pulling out of the driveway. “Yeah, but I don’t know if I’m going see him again.”

“Why?” Luke asked, puzzled by the fact that you sounded like you were really interested in him for the past five minutes, but didn’t wanna go on another date.

“I dont know,” you crossed your arms. “He’s just not my type. He’s kinda, like, stern. He’s funny, but funny in an unconventional way. He doesnt seem like he’d, I dont know, be playful in a relationship. Does that make sense? i want a guy who can be playful, but who’s mature.”

Sierra grinned to herself, nudging Luke with her elbow. “Yeah, that makes sense. Hey, ya know, Y/N?”

“Hm?” You looked to her.

Luke took over, “We know someone who’s like that.”

“Oh!” You smiled wider, “Who?”

You felt Michael slink an arm over your shoulder, whisper in your ear, “Calum.”

You moved from under him, his weight overbearing to you. “Yeah, okay.”

“What’s wrong with him?” Crystal sat on the couch across from Sierra.

“Nothings wrong. Hes just super out of my league. Plus, I’m not his type. I’m all, strawberries and picnics and, like, Hozier. He listens to Nickelback and he’d rather go to a club than kayak. I dont know, I feel like he wouldn’t like me because of my interests.”

“Cal’s a softer, you know that, right?” Luke replied. “Hes a big rockstar, yeah, but he loves hiking and nature, too.“

“He loves y- ow!” Michael groaned out, Crystal interrupting him with a shove to the ribs.

You gave him a strange look before looking back to Luke, “I know, but still. He’s still out of my league.”

-

The weeks passed, more pool parties and barbecues filling your lengthened free summer days that you weren’t working or going on sporadic Tinder dates. You’d been on five total, with four different guys. Each party brought more stories, more tall tales of Derek, the free lance artist who wore a scarf and ordered you red wine, Gideon, the police officer who hadn’t put his career in his bio, and got slightly upset when you talked about your advocacy for human rights. Spencer was just weird, with piles of facts, criticizing your jokes for being politically incorrect or scientifically impossible. However, Aaron was nearly perfect. He was super sweet, dressed like a normal person, and laughed at your jokes, agreed passionately with your advocacy.

Each time you retold a story, Calum would slide down in his seat, frown at the world around him, excuse himself from the party too soon. You were catching on slightly, smelling the jealousy seeping from his pores, though it was masked by chlorine. You figured he was just jealous because he couldn’t manage to match with a good enough woman on Tinder. So, tonight- though you had to leave early for a date with Aaron- you would most definitely find him a match.

Calum had arrived early to Luke’s house to get the meat started on the grill. He was flipping a few burgers, sipping at his first beer with absentminded concentration. His mind wandered as Luke rambled off his ear about something he saw on Twitter. Luke laughed at a joke he made, while Calum’s eyes lost focus and went blurry. His thoughts swirled with you- your shampoo, and its coconut scent that reminded him of his first crush in middle school. Your eyes were seen in so many, so similar, yet freckled with so much heartbreak and kindness that emitted from your soft spoken lips and light hands that had contact with the stars.

He didn’t care if he would look better next to a girl with jet black hair and a perfect body. He didn’t care if they played bass, too, or if they were famous and loved The Rolling Stones. He didn’t care if she was hard headed and loud. He liked that you were soft and quiet- he was, too. He loved that you dressed so different; your floral patterns went well with his dark jeans t-shirt combos. He didnt care about things looked, just how they felt. And things with you...Hell, you felt good.

Calum jumped as Luke shouted, “Youre burning the burger- Cal!”

Calum dropped his beer can, spilling the liquid all over his bare feet as he grasped for the spatula. He tossed a burnt burger into the trash with a huff, scooping the others onto a tray. “Sorry.”

Luke shook his head, sitting down beside Calum, who was dipping his feet into the water to clean them off. “What’s your problem, mate? You’ve gotten so quiet lately. Especially when Y/N’s around.”

“Part of me is hoping I’ll be able to fight the urge to kiss her if I just stop talking to her. But, then she comes around and i cant stop talking to her. We get on so well,” Calum murmured, though Luke could hear.

“Yeah?” Luke urged him, feeling proud he could get Cal to say so much. He was a quiet person, a loud jokester in social situations, but so soft and enclosed about himself.

Calum shook his head, huffed, “I cant settle for somebody else. I know that sounds selfish and stupid, but she’s all I want. She’s all I’ve wanted since i met her. She’s so perfect and good and...she makes me feel good. I dont know. Its not impossible for her to like me back, but she’s so obsessed with the idea of someone being her type. Its like she’s afraid to just take a chance and love someone who she doesnt have figured out. She wants it all to be certain and specific and exactly the way she expects it to be.”

Luke sighed, creating small ripples with his feet in the pool, “Cal, Y/N is like a literal angel. She’s gentle and quiet and contained and confirmed. She’s perfect, like you said. But, Sierra knows her so well. She keeps herself like that because she’s been heartbroken before. So many times before. She’s scared, yes. But I think shed be willing to give you a chance if you just tell her...tell her exactly what it is.”

“What do you mean?” Calum already knew everything about Y/N. But, he didnt want Luke to think he was obsessive even though she knew everything about Cal, too.

Luke shrugged, both of their head’s turning to the patio door as it opened. “I dont know. But, you do. Just tell her.”

“How will I know if I’m saying the right things?”

“You just will.”

Sierra led you over to a lounge chair, sitting beside you as you slipped out of your sandals and tugged off your shirt. You were left in your bikini top and shorts, a combination that made Calum’s heart palpitate. He took the courage from Luke’s words and stood, walking over to you.

“Yeah, so if he ever wants to...” Sierra trailed off as Calum’s shadow fell over the two of you.

He gave you a shy smile as Sierra grinned and excused herself.

“Hey, Cal,” your lips lifted, eyes following him as he sat next to you. “How’ve ya been?”

“Good, you?” He was shy. He knew you could tell, too. His eyes kept switching between yours and his hands, your lips and...

“I’m okay. A little burnt out. Work has been busy because its summertime. High fashion and stuff, ya know?” You laughed, jabbing at a joke. Your eyes glinted when Calum tossed his head back and laughed.

“Yeah, I know, dont you see my high-end swim shorts?” He made a motion to show off his pants, and you admired him.

“Cute,” you replied. A beat of silence passed before your phone made a noise. You didnt touch it, knowing it was rude to do so, but your brows flicked up. “Oh! Have you matched with any other girls on Tinder? If you haven’t, I’m making it my mission to find you someone else.”

“How am I supposed to think about anyone else?” He blurted out suddenly.

You stopped smiling, blood freezing and your body turning stiffly. “What?”

“Uh,” Calum thought, wondering how he should go about this. “Theres a million little things I haven’t told you. I cant go on keeping them to myself. And pretending I want anyone else.”

You met his eyes and Calum felt the world melt away. Like a focused lens on a camera, he only saw you, your golden little halo. Your shocked expression.

“Cal,” you hesitated, “Aaron.”

“Is he the guy you want to hold you?” Calum whispered.

You visibly shivered, your heart beating out of your chest.

“It kills me thinking of you with him,” he paused, “you and i could have it good. I dont know him, but I know myself, and I know that I can love you so much better than he could.”

You shook your head, sweat pooling on your hands and the back of your neck. “No, Cal. Please. Dont make it hard.”

“It’s not hard unless you make it hard,” Calum spoke as soon as you began to stand.

“No, its not supposed to be hard. I want it to be easy for once,” you said.

Calum grabbed your hand, turning you back around, “It is. I know were so different, and I’m on the road all the time, and I’m fucked up because of people from my past. I know I smoke, and you help clean up cigarette butts in the park and I’m silent when I shouldn’t speak, but if you jump, Ill jump, too. C’mon, please?”

You finally met his eyes, feeling the rhythm of your heart steady. “I know its dramatic, but I’m just so afraid. So many guys have hurt me and made me feel ugly. I carry myself in a way that allows protection and routine. I hate the idea of some disturbance because disturbance has always meant hurt. Cal...i could love you. I think I’m very close to loving you, but i dont know if i can let myself.”

“I do love you, and I’m letting myself,” Calum stepped closer, tugging you to close the distance more. “Just let go.”

With silent permission, his hands slipped around your waist and your clutched his t-shirt. Your fists were tight, your lips stoic. Until you felt a lock pick inside your soul and you relaxed.

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The Villains of Skulduggery Pleasant 2

Now before I start, I want to point out that Book 2 has an absolute myriad of Bad Guys™.

The book introduces not only Dusk (who is great at making everyones day just a whole lot worse. Just fun to be around. Only bit Valkyrie, killed the Lord Vampire of Dublin™ Moloch and is generally just... So much fun!), but also the whole Diablerie Subplot (oh look, China is getting a backstory upgrade), Billy-Ray motherfucking Sanguine (who is in one way or another responsible for a third of my favourite quotes from the books), the Torment and Roarhaven (and all that bullshit), the reflection quite literally cracking (this could never possibly become important later on), the whole Faceless One dimension and whatever was going on with Thurid Guild.

So uh, yeah. Book 2, for being actually quite short in comparison to the absolute Grimoires Derek would later be known to write, is a dense friggin book. You might ask yourself "Wow, this sure is a whole lot more dense than the first one" and thats because Landy had at this point already won and be nominated for enough awards that his writing adventures would be a solid thing for him.

The first book was a leap of faith, the second was the beginning of a saga.

(Tangent: I personally think Landy plans and writes books in pairs of threes, as even Phase 2 was originally supposed to be nine but then turned into six books by force of publisher. Because I read them on a Kindle, I am very much aware of how much longer they have gotten with each installment and I think that he, like many an author, would absolutely benefit from cutting down some of the sizes of his books. But book 2 is still very much on the shorter end, if not the second shortest book of the series).

So, after all these absolute bangers of villains, who will I focus on? The one that dies (which is honestly how I think I should do these. Just slowly talk about everyone who actually dies and leave the "I will appear in a trillion books" villains for last, in favor of my sanity).

Baron Vengous.

In a world filled with sarcastic, silly villains, Vengous is the stern military guy that doesnt talk a lot.

And I mean that literally. Besides like... One or two speeches the guy just doesnt talk much.

Ive managed to complete Book 7 in my reading insanity and have read up to 13 before that (reading them as they come out) and I can say with a solid 78% conviction that he is the most "normal" villain and antagonist the series has ever had.

Hes straightforward. Hes methodical. His status as a General of Mevolent is based not only in honestly insane levels of power, but in his pure military might brain and body.

Baron Vengous is the absolute most opposite anyone could have written to Serpine. He almost seems specifically written to oppose him in as many ways as possible. If Serpine was the Vibe, Vengous is the Antivibe.

You get my point.

We actually get an in depth look into him later (where? Leibniz. In terms of trouble, always assume Leibniz) and even among those people, he is somewhat normal. Apart from his wife.

Oh and the other character trait he has. What was that again? I can barely remember.

Ah. Right. Faceless One fanaticism to the point of self destruction.

It makes you wonder what he did after the Amnesty, as he is broken out of prison by Sanguine at the beginning of the book and its never quite explained why. Serpine was just vibin' in his castle. Maybe he did some human sacrifices to his beloved gods and got caught for it. Who knows. (Afaik, its never explained what he did after the Amnesty to end up in prison in the first place and at this point, Im convinced it doesnt really matter and was just a neat way to introduce Sanguine).

But Vengous just isnt a very... Interesting character. He only works so well because Sanguine is a delight anywhere he shows up and Dusk is just utterly terrifying. The Baron is almost too normal among them.

You need proof? Fine. Let me grab my Kindle real quick.

Insert transition music.

Alright, so. Vengous first appearance (Chapter 3: Vengous) paints him as the man in control, the guy who has been in prison for eighty years (Im sure cellphones blew his mind) is out and looking for revenge. He doesnt say a lot. His first actual words are "You're late." to Dusk (who he later points out in his internal dialogue isnt even a man to him). This gives us two insights into his character: First, his stoic mentality. He just murdered someone. Hes entirely calm. Lifes are a casualty to him. And second, he holds enough power or reputation that a very skilled vampire is not only working for him, but accepts being talked down to by this man.

Later in Chapter Ten: The Armour, Sanguines inner dialogue says "The Baron was not a man to be trifled with, especially at a time like this". Once again, we have a whole chapter that shows of several things (passively) about the Baron. He is a planner (shown by his knowledge of the armor and its requirements, the supposed knowledge of where Vile died and his general tactical demeanour being described), he is someone who seems to be in control at all times (shown by him casually watching a bunch of infected under Dusks command dig away) and he is incredibly patient (shown in previous chapters by him being able to wait 80 years and then just "get on with it. Sure, hes mad at Sanguine, but his plans are more important).

And then we add something a little spicy in the mixture: Hes not only a fanatic, hes also an asshole. Ooooohoho.

Its Chapter 18 in which our Protagonists finally meet him and he simply despises Skulduggery. But thats not whats actually interesting. The Chapter reveals him to be self important. Sure, hes a leader, stoic, goal oriented. But hes also cocksure of himself. (A trait he shares with about 84% of all characters in the SP universe).

Skulduggerys taunts go right over him.

"Skulduggery nodded. "So, you married or something? Do I hear the pitter patter of tiny evil feet?"

"I will destroy you."

Normal reaction, ey? The scene goes on quite a while longer than that, but only hammers home this point even more.

The Baron believes himself superior. Righteous. Blessed, probably.

What kills him in the end? His self importance. And how does he react to his death?

"But... But this isnt how Im supposed to die", He said weakly. "Not... Not like this. Not by your hand. You're... You're an abomination."

And then he crawls towards the actual abomination he summoned, pleads it to tell them (the Faceless Ones) that hes sorry for failing them.

The Grotesquery moved its hand so that it touches Vengous' face. It looked almost tender, until the hand gripped and wrenched and the Barons head snapped to one side.

Vengous is a fascinating villain, because he stands calmly among the flashy and vibrant. In a long line of batshit insane people, his insanity is the one that hits closest to home. Many, many villains in the future would be obsessed with religion (the Necromaner Temple, the whole Diablerie plot, later on Darquesse). But all of them are so overpainted, so saturated, that many are just that: A mockery of real life fanaticism.

And the Baron still feels like someone who is rootes in reality. He truly believes that he and the Faceless Ones are superior. His last act is - and I cannot stress this enough - apologising to his gods.

This man. This stoic, straightforward man. This absolute unit. Former General of Mevolent. Words like a scalpel, tactician, wit and gumption combined.

Hes just as insane as all of them. But his insanity is so much quieter. So much more refined.

And that makes him scary.

While I would like to end here, lets summarise real quick:

Vengous has mostly two traits that make him stand out: Straightforwardness and Fanaticism.

Hes a pretty boring villain in comparison to his counterparts.

He is - at least in my opinion - one of the most realistic villains in the series. His insanity is believable and while its not as flashy as those of others, its a kind of insane that makes your skin crawl as soon as you think about it.

He stole Skulduggerys Armor. If you know that Skulduggery is Vile, there are some really interesting scenes that allude to it.

His Leibniz counterpart, for once, seems to actually improve on the OG one. He talks more and he even shows a certain twisted kindness to Valkyrie in explaining her everything. I would almost argue that the Baron of Leibniz is more interesting than the OG Baron. Also, silly wife Eliza. Such a stupid joke.

If he had been succesful, he would have actually ruined the world. Legitimately. The stakes were so high and the man remained so calm. Imagine trying to resurrect your gods. Imagine resurrecting Jesus, all the while having the vibes of a Military Dad with PTSD.

Im afraid that I never found Vengous that compelling. The writing in Book 2 is immaculate though and Dusk and Sanguine are amazing.

I give him a... 7? 8 out of 10?

Also: remember to stay hydrated. Eat a snack. Stretch. You deserve it.

Wanna read more of my mad ramblings? Heres Part 1 with Nefarian Serpine and Part 3 with Batu!

[stereksecretsanta]

Merry Christmas, @bewarethesmirk!

*****

Drowning isn't so Bad After All

Falling in love with a grumpy alpha werewolf was not on Stiles to do list. And yet here he was staring hopelessly at said werewolf as he went over the plan for the monster of the week. What that monster is he couldn't tell you...he hasnt really been paying that much attention. He thinks it had something to do with water? A mermaid maybe….

“-iles”

Or was it a siren...he should really start paying more attention during these things.

“Stiles!”

He was suddenly brought out of his thoughts with a jump as he was greeted with the disapproving glare of sourwolf himself. He groaned inwardly as he looked back over with an embarrassed smile.

“Um...don't suppose you wanna run by the plan again?”

He was met with another glare before Derek let out an annoyed sigh and turned to start speaking again. Great job Stiles more reason to hate you. This time he shook his head some and listened.

“We’re dealing with a selkie..”Ah right that's what it was he knew it had to do with water. “Apparently people are disappearing and then reappearing with almost no memory of what happened.” He started to frown some”But some have stayed missing. Tonight we’re heading into the preserve in groups so no one is to be alone understand?”

Everyone gave a nod and Derek started listing off the groups. Erica with Boyd which wasn’t surprising,Lydia with Jackson, Scott with Isaac and of course with Stiles luck he winds up with Derek. He glances towards Scott as they get ready to leave who only manages a small supporting smile as he quickly chased after Isaac. The traitor. He sighed in defeat and followed after Derek who only seemed to be put in a worse mood as the night went on.

He tried to strike up conversation several times but was only greeted with grunts or be quiets. When he was about to attempt another topic he runs into Derek’s back. Confused as the others sudden stop he looks up to notice the man sniffing the air.

“What’s wro-” he was shushed by Derek who continued to look around. After a few moments of continuous sniffing he looks towards Stiles with a frown.

“Something doesnt smell right...stay here and don't do anything stupid.” With that said and before Stiles could get anything out the man ran off leaving Stiles alone...in the woods...at night...well this is a predicament. He let out a sigh in annoyance and looked around frowning.

“Great idea guys. Leave the squishy human by himself. The only one who doesnt have supernatural senses and cant sniff his way out.” He let out several more complaints before he heard a strange sound. It almost sounded like singing. He frowned some and before he knew it headed for the voice.

Almost as if in a trance he moved towards what appeared to be a lake. And in the lake was a handsome young man who smirked as he saw Stiles an gestured for the young man to come closer. As if he was nothing more than a puppet he continued to move forward only stopping when a slight chill ran over his body as he stepped into the cold water. The man’s smirk only grew as Stiles was in his line of reach.

“Hmm….well you certainly different from others ive taken. In fact I think i’ll keep you as my new favorite. You’d like that wouldn't you?” His voice was deep and a chill went down Stiles’ spine as he could only nod. The creature pulled him close as if to kiss him when a sudden howl shook the whole forest causing him to pause and look around in confusion”What…” As if on a cue a large black wolf appeared growling at the creature that continued to hold Stiles in his thrall.

When Derek had come back to the spot he left Stiles he could tell something was wrong. That scent he followed was a distraction to lead him away from Stiles. When he realized it he let out several strings of curses and went after the younger man only to find him gone. Letting out an irritated growl he took a sniff of the air and looked to where the scent was leading. Shifting into his wolf form he took off. There was no way he would let someone lay a hand on Stiles.

Coming upon where the scent ended Derek let out a deep howl and it took almost all his will power not to pounce on the being holding Stiles. The creature looked afraid to say the least but with a smirk realized something as he pulled Stiles closer causing Derek to let out another growl.

“Why don't we make a deal mister Alpha.” He said with a smirk Derek let out an irritated growl before he shifted back to human glaring at the creature”What?” He barked out in anger.

“My idea is simple. While i would very much enjoy keeping this young man I much rather prefer keeping my life. If you let me go here and now i’ll not only give him back but leave this area as well.” Derek watched the creature closely and listened to his heart. There was no lie so he frowned before giving a nod”Fine but I better not see you near here again.”

The creature gave a nod and paused a moment before giving a dark smirk”Before I leave though….here.” He snapped his fingers and Stiles’ body went limp eyes closing as he fell in the water.

“No!” Derek let out a shout before diving in after the younger male as the creature vanished with a dark laugh.

Unable to understand what was happening around him Stiles felt his body go heavy and fall into the water. Huh...drowning..he had to admit he though hed go out by loss of blood or being thrown against too many walls. Never from drowning. As he felt the air disappear from his lungs and vision begin to darken one of the only thoughts going through his mind was how he really wish he could at least been rejected by Derek the tha man would at least know his feelings. With that last thought his mind went dark and the breath leave him.

There was a strong pain in his chest as Stiles suddenly gasped and turned to his side coughing and spitting up water. He looked around panting heavily only to be greeted with a wet, naked and angry looking Derek. He was trying to process what happened even going so far as to try and say something witty but nothing came out. He was stuck in a staring contest with Derek.

“Uh...hey..” He said wincing some at how painful it was to speak and that only seemed to make Derek angrier even letting out an inhuman growl.

“I told you to stay put dammit! Why the hell did you leave?! You almost got yourself killed!” Derek continued to shout at the younger distress clearly showing in his voice. Stiles could only stare wide eyed and confused at the other as he continued to yell. It almost sounded as if Derek was worried about him...but that couldnt be it...could it. He was quickly brought out of his thoughts by a hand tilting his chin to look up into forest colored eyes.

“I was worried dammit...you were gone when I got back..” His broken voice took Stiles off guard as he tried to say something but stopped as Derek continued”I followed your scent to that lake...and that bastard had ou in some kind of trance..” He let out a slight growl one would consider possessive as he shook his head ”I said he could leave if he let you go...the bastard tricked me though...tried to drown you...dammit!” He growled as he pulled the younger man towards his chest. “Im sorry Stiles...it was my fault..”

For several moments Siles was silent. His mind was reeling. Did this mean Derek felt the same way? He sure hoped so because there was no going back from what he was about to do. He let out a breath of air and before Derek could start speaking he pulled the older wolf down for kiss.

Shocked Derek was unsure of what to do for several moments. But before Stiles could pull away he wrapped his arms around the younger and pulled him close in order to deepen the kiss.

Stiles let out a noise of surprise but smiled slightly into the kiss before slowly pulling back and looked up panting. “So...is it safe to say you feel the same?” He asked with a hesitant smile. He was met with an eye roll and another soft kiss before Derek pulled back with a soft smile “You could say that.” Stiles allowed his smile to widen at those words before he tackled the older man in another kiss causing them both to laugh some. Drownings not so bad if it means you get with the grumpy alpha wolf you’ve been hopelessly in love with.

To my secret santa hope you enjoy it!!!

[johnnymundano]

Dream Home (2010)

Directed by Pang Ho-cheung

Written by Jimmy Wan, Derek Tsang, Pang Ho-cheung

Story by Pang Ho-cheung

Music by Gabriele Roberto

Country: Hong Kong

Language: Cantonese

Running Time: 96 minutes

CAST

Josie Ho as Cheng Lai-sheung

Wong Ching as Security Guard

Eason Chan as Siu Tu

Michelle Ye as Flat 8A Female Owner

Jo Kuk as Flat 8A Female Owner's Friend

Cheng Hao Sum as Jimmy

Paw Hee-ching as Sheung's Mother

Lo Hoi-pang as Sheung's Grandpa

Norman Chu as Sheung's Father

Lap-Man Tan as Flat 8A Male Owner

Lam Yiu-Sing as Sheung's Brother

Derek Tsang as Cheung Jai

Lawrence Chou as On Jai

Song Xiao Cheng as Woman A

Zhou Chuchu as Woman B

Phat Chan as Blondie

Felix Lok as Cop Man

Juno Mak as Cop Fat

Hey, Kids! It’s a subtitled Socialist slasher movie! No, wait, don’t go; take your coat off and sit back down, you’ll like it; an eye pops out and everything! Here’s a horror movie for anyone who still gets night sweats about that time they had to buy a house. Because for most of us normal folk a house is the most significant purchase we’ll ever make. I know you who are yet to flail your way up the property ladder probably think the height of expenditure would be that rare NECA Planet of The Apes Series 3 box set (with Conquest Caesar, Conquest Gorilla and Battle’s General Aldo), but you are sadly mistaken. For the bulk of humanity, you see, buying a house is in effect agreeing to a period of indentured servitude; that house is what you are working for; the poorly judged odd black-out drunk or rare NECA Planet of The Apes Series 3 box set (with Conquest Caesar, Conquest Gorilla and Battle’s General Aldo) aside, obviously. Your life is reduced to a lopsided gamble that  you’ll live long enough to enjoy the bloody thing. Until then it’s like living in a suffocating cave of debt in the shape of a house. So you’ll understand the drive fuelling Cheng Lai-sheung (Josie Ho); she just wants a nice home. Trouble is she might just have to kill to get it. And kill a lot at that.

Astonishingly, Cheng has things even worse than this white, middle-aged heterosexual male. Which is a surprise because I thought white, middle aged heterosexual males had it hardest of all. (I’m joking there.) Not so! At least not in Hong Kong where the movie is set. This movie gets pretty disgusting (and we’ll get to that) and that’s part of the appeal, sure, but another part of the appeal is the setting. Now, I know nothing about Hong Kong beyond the fact we “gave it back” and Hong Kong Phooey is not in fact set in Hong Kong. So this movie was a bit of an eye opener. Lot of tower blocks in Hong Kong. Lots. But not enough. Plenty of people though. Too many, maybe. But that’s okay because as any Tory can tell you, the market naturally finds the correct level of pricing and everything is okay. So Cheng finds a reasonably priced house and moves in; except for a scene rich in peril involving the recalcitrant cap on a jam jar she lives a happy life and dies peacefully and fulfilled. 

No! Because that’s Free Market fairy-tale horseshit. What are you, a child? No, you aren’t; because this film is Rated 18, so you better not be. In fact what happens, as ever, is the poor are driven out of their homes at the whim of property developers, who build luxury flats ordinary people can’t afford so as to maximise their profits, and the constant struggle to afford a decent home curdles natural aspiration into homicidal insanity. Fuck your free market fantasy, in short.

Unlike this outside toilet of a review Dream Home gets stuck straight in with an extended scene of inventively unpleasant violence which explores the potential lethality of everyday objects (those cable tie things for starters). Dream Home does this a lot, juxtaposing the most banal of objects with the most lethal of uses. And it does it well. At several points I was physically squirming and hoping what was clearly about to happen wasn’t going to happen. It’s not all like that  though. Sometimes the things that happen are things you wouldn’t ever have expected to happen; things that had you known they were about to happen might actually have dissuaded you from watching it. Some of it is pretty sick stuff, is what I’m getting at. It peaks early sickness wise, so if you can get past the pregnant lady murder you’ll be okay. There was a kind of palpable wave of discomfort/disapproval from the feminine end of the couch at that point; fair warning. It’s worth weathering the discomfort because as sick as it is Dream Home is never as sick as the society it satirises.

Dream Home is unrelentingly entertaining, offsetting stomach churning violence with flashback scenes which at least explain (but never justify) Cheng’s actions. One small caveat for the subtitle averse: It’s in Cantonese and I have to reluctantly say the subtitles are less than ideal. I can only assume they err on the literal side of things, as it took a beat to mentally recast them in colloquial English sometimes. It’s a bit bumpy, but you get what’s going on. Sad children and eyeball popping transcend all language barriers. A tiny carp that, though, one which doesn’t even dent the pleasure of chancing upon a slasher film that’s smart enough to know that the real killer is inequality. And if anyone would like to gift me that rare NECA Planet of The Apes Series 3 box set (with Conquest Caesar, Conquest Gorilla and Battle’s General Aldo) then I’m sure you’ll get your reward in Heaven. Because right now I too have a house to pay for.

[ldrmas]

13x09 Commentary

Alright, really amazing episode! So of course I gotta share my commentary with you all. I swear Jan 18th can't get here soon enough. Enjoy guys! ~ Here We go!! Patience!!!! Hmm whats this Jack!!!!! Oh wow this is cool Oh my gawd Jack your killing him!!! You killed him!!! Our precious noguat son!! Do you all realize that when someone doeant want a part of this life its always the boys that bring them in. Its always their fault. I missed Patience! Ahh its the wings!!! I love that name! Great name for a new character! Oh my gawd 45 is mentioned. Blah!!! Therapists dont get it. What we dream or see are ten times worse that what we shove in our bodies. Oh gawd why is our innocent angel seeming so evil!? Why!! Come on boys save her! I doing this to help you guys! Oh so he didnt kill derek Oh man!! NO NO NO ANGELS BAD ANGELS The angels killed derek! Yay!! Our nogaut son is good!! ...as he can be Oh Patience Poor Kaia getting involved in this FIND CASTIEL FIRST YOU BITCH AND JERK you three are my fathers you jerks I have to save Jody dad I should have packed a bigger bag I love this girl!! Heaven aint his home you jerks Grab those you need those Oh snap dean gone dark The camera angels are wacky in this episode Will dean go that dark when he finds out Cas is in hell or trapped under Asmodaous whichever Oh wow the bad place ia purgatory Thars a new angel power Oh fu-----dge... what happened!? Melted angel blade did anyone else see that Poor Mary ...oh wait Did they make it Oh shizz only jack made it didnt he Dean and Sam are in the bad place!! Sooo this aint purgatory cause dean would know Oh gawd they in dino land NOOO!!! Oh so Kaia is still in the real world. She and goes to tell Jody!! Thats so cool! Darn the promo doesnt help! ~ Alright thats it. Again I really loved this episode and Im on the team of Dino Rider AU!Castiel or or I really want that foot print to be a dragon print. I wanna see real dragons! Again im so ready for Jan 18th! I hope you guys have enjoyed.

[sithhoplite]

The fact that Colin Kapernick has not been signed to a team is ludicrous. An Arena League QB was signed by Baltimore and today the Dolphins signed Jay Cutler. There is no way you can tell me that Kap is worse than Cutler or the Arena League QB at all.

I have seen so many white folk talking about how he would be a distraction when he knelt for the anthem. Kap said he wasn’t going to kneel this year as he felt his point was made so that point is mute. Well he isn’t that good, really now a 16TD/4 INT ratio isnt that good. Must not know football then.

Let’s be real, the NFL is blacklisting him because he as a black man had the balls to speak out against police violence in America, use his free speech to protest peacefully and the white owners and many white coaches didn’t like it. The only people I see pissed off over Kap are white folks, and I’m white fyi. 

I would love to see him on the Raiders as our backup. I am all in with Derek Carr and he is the man period and no disrespect to Connor Cook who is only in his second year but if Carr went down *knock on wood it doesnt happen again* I would have no issues with Kap taking over the offense. I am really having a hard time deciding if I want to watch the NFL because of the this, what is being done to Kap is wrong.