#derek will probably never get married

[ddejavvu]

Hey sorry for not reading ur request guidelines before sending an ask last time! Ok how about spencer reid as a best friend with no boundaries? It would probably seem like they're married to bau team because of how they act and how not touchy/germaphobic spencer usually is. And also like 👀 even if it wasn't spencer, that's really touchy. I hope the other ask didn't annoy u too much! Have a good day!

fem!reader

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"Hold this," You shove your drink into Spencer's chest, and it leaves a dark splotch against his white button-down. His tie is unscathed, but he barely manages to catch it before you're crouching down to pet the dog that's jumped at your calves. It's a little one, but you have no problem crouching down to meet them in the middle of the sidewalk as the owner apologizes for its intrusiveness.

"That's okay! I'm not allergic, or afraid." You hum, delighted to scritch the dog beneath the chin, and Penelope gladly joins in. You're both blocking the sidewalk now, but Derek's there to let you know if anyone's coming, so Spencer focuses on not letting your drink stain any more of his outfit.

Hotch watches the way that he tucks it into his palm, suddenly not minding the clammy condensation against his skin. Spencer never picks up a to-go cup without a napkin, but Hotch supposes it's just not an option at the moment.

After a few more moments of you and Penelope practically melting the dog into the pavement, you all go on your way again, and you reach for the cup in Spencer's grasp with eager hands.

"Did you try it?" You ask him, hands already around the cup, but when he shakes his head no, you shove it towards his face, "Try it! It's good, it's strawberry lemonade."

Now, everyone knows that suggesting that Spencer should drink out of someone else's cup is like suggesting that Hotch should start rollerblading around the office. They know it wouldn't happen in a hundred lifetimes, but apparently this is the hundred-and-first, because Spencer cranes his neck down to put his lips on the straw.

No one wants to discourage Spencer's miraculous bravery in the moment, so there's no eruption of sound, but everyone turns to give each other wide-eyed, meaningful glances. They all say, 'what the fuck?', but no one breathes a word.

"It's okay." Spencer nods, gnashing his teeth against something, "There's pulp in there."

You shrug and take the drink back, your hands brushing Spencer's own. Your hands, that had just been raking through the scruffy fur of a dog you'd met on the street, come into contact with Spencer's own skin, and he doesn't recoil. You begin meandering back towards the office like nothing's happened, with Spencer hot on your tail, and the rest scramble to follow.

Emily feels almost light-headed as she chases after Spencer, her steps staggered and uneven, "Hey, uh, Spence?"

"Hm?" He turns to watch her, and JJ bypasses the pair to plant herself firmly at your side.

"You don't mind that her hands were all over that dog a second ago?" Emily nods down at Spencer's hands, "I mean, I think it's great, I'm just surprised you haven't pulled out a package of wet wipes or something."

"It's kind of gross," Spencer thinks, his nose scrunching slightly, "But I can wash my hands when we get back to the bullpen."

"And the drink? That was bold, Spence. Does it not bother you anymore?"

She's not trying to push, but she's equal parts proud of Spencer's development and in awe of what she's witnessed. He thinks for a moment, then hums, "I don't mind drinking from her cup. I've known her forever. We're best friends."

Emily's mouth falls open, lipstick lining her lips pristinely, "Hey! We're best friends!"

"Well- I mean! It's just different, I don't know." Spencer shrugs, "I- I don't know why. It just bothers me sometimes and other times it doesn't."

Emily is barely placated, but she nods regardless, "Well, I'm proud of you. Even if the strawberry lemonade wasn't great."

Spencer smiles and nods, but the conversation ends as soon as your hand grabs his own.

"Look! Those are the pants I was telling you about the other day," You begin prattling, and JJ shifts seamlessly to Emily's side as the two ladies watch Spencer's hand intertwine easily with yours. His is clammy, they're sure, but he doesn't let go or try to wipe it on his pants, which is what happens every time someone ignores his warnings and gets a handshake from him. The two can hear Derek frantically giving Penelope a whispered play-by-play, but Emily doesn't want to hear the gossip: she's just glad that pulpy strawberry lemonade isn't the only thing Spencer's newfound bravery will grant him.

[ithebookhoarder]

Hello hi ! 🤗

Can you do a "bau reacts" when they are undercover in public and about to be found out so the reader just starts making out with them to pretend they are just a couple?

(BAU Headcanons) Making out Undercover

A/N: Mwahaha. Oh, this is a good prompt. Thanks for making me daydream all afternoon. Enjoy my lovelies 😉 Also, as a note, I'm writing the main BAU where I'm at watching it (season 13) plus Luke as he was requested previously 💕

Warnings: Mentions of threat, mentions of weapons, alcohol references, sexual references, implied cases / unsubs. (Let me know if I missed any)

Aaron Hotchner

We know Aaron doesn���t go undercover for most cases, so this would have to be a big case to get him into the field. 

This man would be in shock. Let’s be real. He would freeze in place and try to argue for a split second until he realises what you’re trying to do and why - even if you were already together. 

As soon as they’re gone though, you’d glance up and see his usual steely glare that tells you you’re in for a scolding once this is over. 

However, you’d have to be blind to miss the way he lingers for a moment, holding you close for half a second longer than necessary. 

“I feel I should remind you that we are in the field, and whilst it may have worked, I can’t endorse it as a tactic in future. Understood?” 

“So I’m hearing that we’re leaving this off of our case report then?” 

“Agreed. I don’t need to give Strauss anything else to use to go after us and the team.”

He would roll his eyes and take off after the Unsub, but you’d have to be blind to miss the way he smirks as he goes. 

David Rossi 

He’d be a little embarrassed but mostly quite smug about the whole thing, even if you were supposed to be undercover. 

“Well, I can safely say in all my years in this field I don’t think that’s ever happened to me before.” 

He’d also refuse to let you apologise for your actions afterwards either. 

One, because he’s kind of flattered. 

Two, because he’s been around the block a few times and knows that sometimes you have to do what it takes to solve a case or protect yourselves. 

Three, you were supposed to be a couple and kissing is what couples do. He’s only sour because if anything he would have liked to be the one who kissed you. 

“Relax about it, would you? I won’t tell you some of the things Gideon and I had to do back in the old days. That was before all this new paperwork and guidelines, so that’s all I’ll say on the matter.” 

You make a point of remembering to ask him about that at your next night off over drinks. 

Derek Morgan

Derek is always up for anything so I feel like he’d be pretty relaxed about being undercover with you, even if you weren't together romantically. He has no issue playing your pretend boyfriend for one night, and is quick to wrap his arm around you. 

Which is why it would be such a surprise to him when it’s you who initiated the kiss. 

Derek would freeze for like a second, but only out of shock. However, you know he wouldn’t fight you on it. 

The second his brain catches up to his body he would be kissing you back, doing everything in his power to match your energy and sell this kiss. 

If anything, you’re going to have to be the one to break away once the coast is clear and remind him you’re still technically in the field and that your team is probably wondering where the hell you are right now - and why you stopped responding to your comms. 

“I’m just saying, if we get to do that then we need to be partnered up more often.” 

“Yeah yeah, Morgan. Let’s just hope Penelope didn’t see that else we’ll never be hearing the end of it.” 

Emily Prentiss

She’s been undercover plenty of times in her life and spent a whole chunk of time actually fake-married to Doyle for an op, so she’d be the most comfortable and understanding if you grabbed her for a kiss - especially if you were meant to be a fake couple. 

She’d work it out pretty quickly and would respond in kind, pressing herself against you and running her hands all over you. 

“Quick thinking with the kiss,” she’d whisper as she brushed a kiss against your neck. 

She’d also know exactly where the Unsub is afterwards too, having kept watch in her peripheral vision. 

She wouldn’t even have to break eye contact with you before she informed you, “3 o’clock. He just left out the fire exit.” 

With that, she’d be off. 

She also probably wouldn’t even bring it up again until you’re both back on the jet. Then she’d be smirking at you across the top of her drink and chuckling to herself. 

“Normally I’d insist dinner first but given that we caught that bastard I think we’re even.” 

JJ

JJ knows about going undercover and it takes a lot to rattle her. She would probably go along with the action, even if she’d stay kind of stiff for a good minute or so. 

However, she’s a good agent and knows about maintaining a cover so quickly catches on when you pull her in. 

She’d return the kiss, shooting glances out the corner of her eye when she thinks it might be safe to check on their target. If it doesn’t look like they’re buying it, she’ll turn things up a notch and spin you around so that she could take control. 

“My gun is under my jacket. Reach for it slowly if he comes any closer,” she’d warn, but thankfully you don’t need it. Eventually they leave, distracted by something else, leaving you and JJ to recover.

After catching your breath, you both take off in the direction your target just left in. You can tell JJ is trying not to laugh about what just happened, choosing to make it funny rather than uncomfortable if you weren't together romantically.  

Which means you know she’d enjoy teasing you about it in front of the others, making your cheeks burn as she announces on the jet: “For the record, even though it was a ‘cover kiss’ it was pretty good. Just saying. Maybe you should give Morgan some tips. That way he might get a girl to call him back after a first date.” 

Luke Alvez

It doesn’t matter if he’s ex-army or whatever. Undercover is not really Luke’s thing and even then, he is more used to infiltrating gangs than playing house. 

Basically, he would be surprised by your actions, despite being undercover together. Like, I can see his eyebrows hitting his hairline so fast, bless him. He’d look like a deer in headlights. 

“Woah, sweetheart, slow your roll-“ 

“- Luke. Shut up and kiss me. Now.” 

“I - ok.” 

Just like that, he’d take control, turning and pressing you against the nearest wall in an attempt to shield you from whoever was watching. He’d also be such a gentleman about it if you weren't already together romantically, keeping his hands on your waist and pulling away the minute he’s sure the danger has passed. 

Even then, he’d wait a minute before letting the two of you move from your position, just in case they come back. He’s your partner and he’s returning the favour for you keeping him safe, even if in an unsuspected manner.

“You good?”

“Luke. Shouldn’t I be asking you that? I was the one who planted myself on you.” 

“Potato, po-tah-to. Are they still over there?”

“No. They just left out the back.”

“Then let’s go, partner. Let’s catch this freak.” 

Penelope Garcia 

If Penelope is in the field then you know she is already hella nervous and out of her element. It doesn’t matter if there was a reason she was needed for this particular assignment, she would just take that as added pressure not to let everyone down.

Which is why I’m sure you’d feel worse about planting one on her - even if it does also help distract her from worrying for a minute.  

All I can imagine is her giving her trademark squeal of confusion and surprise, even if you gave her a hasty warning - and apology - about what you were going to do.

She’d be stunned at what was happening and probably takes a minute to realise she should probably try and kiss you back, or at least look less visibly startled about it. 

“I feel I should point out how unfair it is that this is permitted as ‘suitable workplace behaviour’ as we’re undercover, yet my flirtatious texts with Agent Morgan are not? I will be writing a strongly worded email when we get back, telling HR they can go shove their-”

“Pen? Hey, focus here. Unsub still watching us.” 

“Oh, right. Sorry! Ahem… as you were?”  

Also, you know that like a day or so later, once it’s all over, she sends you an email informing you that your new username on the BAU system is now ‘smoochykins’ and she will not change it until it becomes not-funny for her… which will probably be never. After all, Morgan has been ‘Chocolate Thunder’ for the last two years and is still going strong.  

Dr Spencer Reid

Spencer has been undercover before and is usually quite calm about it, even if it is faking a date or maintaining a story. Still, despite having to do your jobs, you’d hate to make him uncomfortable, knowing how he feels about any kind of physical contact - especially if you're not together. 

As he says, with the amount of bacteria shared by shaking hands you’d be safer kissing … guess it was time to take it literally. 

He’d be blushing like a tomato as you grab his jacket lapels and pull him close. And honestly? it’s kind of adorable. As is the way he tries to kiss you back, even if he still takes a minute to remember how to even move his body. 

I’m just picturing the Lila kiss in season one and how he eased into that and how stunned / embarrassed he seemed afterwards. He would pretty much be like that, but with a fake smile on his face as he rambled in your ear. 

“What was that?”

“I was covering our asses. We’re undercover, remember? We’re supposed to be a couple and couples kiss. Also, I’d thought you know, genius, that kissing and displays of public affection make people extremely uncomfortable.”

“No kidding… Morgan can never find out about this.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice. You got a deal, pretty boy. This is between us.” 

Masterlist

[kitchenisking]

The Key by aussiebee - (Rating: G, Words: 7,450)

Eligible bachelor Derek Hale has announced that whomever can take the key from around his dog's neck will be the person he marries. Stiles Stilinski think this is utterly ridiculous.

The Moon Gave Me Permission by Melpomene (Aconitehart) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 57,572)

“I probably shouldn’t tell you this,” Scott says, eyeing Stiles’ fries. “But Derek Hale is back in town. I saw him at the gas station the other day.”

This piques Stiles’ interest. Oh yes it does. Like any good true crime aficionado, Stiles has his favourite case. His pet cold case. His hometown murder. The thing he brings up when he’s tired of small talk and just wants to get real.

The Hale Family Fire and the suicide of Katherine Argent.

Stiles knows this case inside and out. He’s racked up thousands of karma points on reddit for his thoughtful analysis, his pictures of the crime scene, and of his reporting of local gossip. Beacon Hills is a small town, small enough that Stiles is the only one on the Unresolved Mysteries subreddit to have actually seen the burnt out shell in person.

He’ll tell anyone who listens what he finds fascinating about the case. Absolutely no shame. He’s read all of the articles, he’s pestered his father’s deputies for more information, and he’s read every cold case compilation book that so much as mentions it.

No one knows this case like Stiles does.

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In which Derek Hale is a man with a dark past, and Stiles is completely obsessed with him.

you know you're on my mind by bibliosexual - (Rating: T, Words: 16,371)

If there’s one thing Derek’s learned in life, it’s that crushing on someone who lives on an entire other fucking continent is probably a bad idea.

An Understanding Passed In Silence by cjr  - (Rating: G, Words: 4,464)

It started off as something of a joke. One moment he was talking Scott’s ear off about some homework assignment and Scott made a joke that Stiles couldn’t spend a day without talking if he tried.

A Little Less Conversation by sweetbutterbliss - (Rating: T, Words: 1,316)

From anon on tumblr "A prompt if you are interested. Derek telling Stiles to shut up, like usual, but then, to the surprise of everyone, he does. And continues to do it, never speaking in Derek's presence and asking the pack to warn him when Derek arrives. Derek then needs to find a way to get the spastic kid to START talking."

Desperate by Hedwig221b - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 12,175)

Derek understood perfectly well how young Stiles was. Just how many times did he stop himself from digging his teeth into that lovely neck to claim him?

Maybe, next time he shouldn’t.

The thought, wild and sudden, came to him, and once it did, there was nothing he could do to get rid of it. If he got Stiles pregnant, then the omega would be his. Fully his. They would be bound for life. Stiles wouldn’t refuse the mating bite, then.

Stiles was his omega. Derek would do anything to keep him.

Anything.

dashing through the snow by EvanesDust - (Rating: G, Words: 636)

…or the one where Stiles and Derek created new traditions.

Did You Really Mean It by In_Over_My_Head - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,846)

Looking around the empty loft, Derek reminded himself that he liked to be alone. It wasn’t too quiet with no one there, he repeated to himself for the hundredth time that night. The relief that flooded through him at the sound of his text message chime might have worried him if the message hadn’t been so confusing.

Stiles: you’re beautiful

Derek stared at the message for a minute not sure how to react. His heart raced, palms went a little sweaty, his breathe caught in his lungs, but that was just because he wasn’t used to hearing things like that from Stiles, right? It wasn’t a sign of any sort of emotion on his side. It couldn’t be. He’d squashed that a long time ago. This was Stiles, spastic, skinny, trip on his own shoelaces Stiles. The man that didn’t see Derek in any sort of romantic way and never had. There’s no way he really meant that, right?

5 Times Derek Experiences Sensory Overload + 1 Time Derek Experiences Sensory Joyby Warlock_Nerd - (Rating: G, Words: 5,604)

Derek is Autistic but he hasn’t told anyone in fear of not being taken seriously as an Alpha. Stiles, however, figured it out and made it his mission to help Derek not only for Derek’s Betas but for Derek to finally accept himself.

In other words, Derek has sensory issues and Stiles helps him through each one. :3

Ps - Author is Autistic and sees a lot of Autistic traits in Derek :3

Like Clockwork by quackquackcey - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 6,111)

In which Stiles meets a handsome higher-up in his company by chance one afternoon and falls for him, hard.~ 💘

[venusbyline]

Birthday ࿐ྂ Kinktober. 19, oct.

(late post)

— pairing: Spencer Reid x sex worker!reader x Derek Morgan x Aaron Hotchner

— type: smut, Kinktober (Criminal Minds Edition)

— kink: foursome FMMM

— summary: Morgan hires a prostitute to her finally take his best friend's virginity.

— word count: 1.2k

— tags/warnings: kinktober 19th day, female!reader, virgin!Reid, shy!Reid, foursome (female/male/male/male), oral (male receiving), loss of virginity, praise kink, cowgirl position, handjob (male giving), Moreid, age gap (older men/older woman/younger man), birthday present, prostitution, drunk sex, rough kissing, orgy, corruption kink, implied/referenced cheating, infidelity, light overstimulation, breast worship, butt worship, nipple play, minor Aaron Hotchner x Haley Hotchner, bisexual(?)!Reid, bisexual!Morgan, married!Hotch, Lila Archer Mentioned, minor Spencer Reid x Lila Archer, ambiguous/open ending, curse words, sub!Reid, dom!Morgan, dom!Hotch, switch!reader, canon divergence, porn with plot. no use of y/n. english is not my first language.

— tagging list: @thatredlipped-classic @purplehaze206 @ehedrick012110 @hotchsmutrecs @slutcakes00 @emma-e-a @helo1281917

— crossposting: AO3

"You're gonna love your birthday present, Pretty Boy."

That's what Morgan said to Spencer after his birthday party. He was finally becoming more of an adult, gaining more respect from the team. Everything was going perfectly. Now, Spencer Reid was no longer just a shy and genius little boy, he was also proving to be a man worthy of working in the BAU, not just because of his extremely intelligent brain.

Reid was not as shy as before, he was slowly loosening up. His germophobia was also getting better and better. Everything was going well. He was maturing.

However, he still had his virginity intact.

The entire BAU was surprised when Spencer accidentally confessed about his lack of sexual experience during his birthday party. It was a shock to everyone, even though it was so obvious. The team thought he would have at least one experience or another for the roster, but the fact that he entered college as a teenager had ruined everything. Even though he was handsome as hell now, Spencer was a complex person whose brain worked too fast for anyone to even try to fully understand, no girl never had much patience to flirt with him for more than a few days, and his excessive shyness did not do much for his situation. The few kisses he had already exchanged with some girls had never gone further. The only time he felt tempted to continue had been with Lila Archer, which did not happen.

Spencer did not plan on telling anyone about his virginity. It was a shameful matter that he would rather keep secret forever. If it were not for the alcohol consumed during the night, he might never have confessed. None of his friends would know about this part of his life. If it were not for the whiskey, he would probably remain a virgin forever.

"F-Fuck. I can't..." Reid whimpered like a pathetic little boy as he squirmed in his seat, clenching his hands into fists and arching his head back, eyes closed and lips pink and already swollen from biting them. "Her mouth is so good..."

Morgan laughed at the sight of his best friend becoming a noisy mess every time you on your knees in front of him masterfully sucked on the tip of his cock. The boy's moans echoed in the room and went straight to Morgan's cock.

"How do you feel?" Morgan asked Reid, stroking his friend's brown hair as he finally opened his eyes, biting his lip again and trying to give a concentrated answer, but it went from tearful moans, which caused a chuckle from both Morgan and Hotch, who was just watching the scene. "You should try to have fun with us."

"Men aren't my thing, much less the kid one there." Hotch grumbled and Spencer pouted his lips sadly, giving his boss his puppy eyes.

It was Morgan's turn to roll his eyes, pulling Spencer's hair back a little to lick his neck, his teeth nibbling on the soft, vulnerable skin, causing Spencer to start to lift his hips desperately with his cock inside your mouth, in a desperate attempt to reach orgasm faster. "See, sweetheart? You're doing amazing."

Morgan used his free hand to stroke your hair, your eyes shining at him in confirmation, before you turned to Spencer, letting go of his cock when you noticed he was going to cum any moment ago. The big sad eyes on Reid's face caused laughter between you and the other two agents.

"Relax, kid. If you cum inside her mouth now, you won't be able to fuck her tight pussy anytime soon." It was Hotch who muttered a little grumpily, trying to hide the slightly sadistic smirk when he saw the tears of despair running down the genius' face.

Morgan gestured for you to stand up, your body covered by only a white lace panties that seemed to be tucked into your ass, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Hotch and Morgan bit their lips, while Spencer whimpered, trying to squirm in the seat so he could touch you. He had never touched a woman's breasts or ass before.

Hotch scoffed when he saw the pleading in Spencer's face. "Looks like someone is very eager."

Morgan followed Hotch's gaze, diverting his attention from your ass for a while so he could watch the younger boy's despair, enjoying it. "I guess you should stop his suffering for a bit. His brain is gonna break if you don't let him fuck you soon."

Morgan's suggestion made you laugh. "Virgins..." You rolled your eyes playfully, but it caused a sad pout from Reid, too confused and desperate to understand that it was nothing more than a teasing. As soon as you took off the lace fabric and threw it to Hotch, you heard him growl. He did not like prostitutes and had been completely against hiring one for Spencer to lose his virginity. But Morgan had convinced him. At first, he had said he would just watch, but the moment you wrapped the condom around Spencer's cock and gently fitted it in, his mind went into a frenzy.

That was one of the hottest scenes Hotch had ever seen. The youngest of the team crying with so much pleasure after having his cock stuck in a wet pussy for the first time. Your ass shaking every time you bounced on him, your own hands cupping your breasts and staring into Spencer's submissive gaze, those beautiful eyes filled with tears. The way Morgan grabbed Spencer by the neck, distracting him from watching your pretty breasts for a while, while now he felt his thin lips being crushed by Morgan's mouth with an aggressive kiss, his hand going down the older agent's pants by instinct.

Hotch had not liked that plan at all. He thought it was absurd. He did not like prostitutes. He did not like it when two BAU members got involved, even casually. This should all be disgusting and repulsive.

However, when Morgan and Spencer were still kissing, Morgan's bit heavy hand crushing your breast while Spencer's slender fingers played with your other nipple, it all became too much. Every moan that left your lips with the overstimulation caused by your breasts being used or by your wet pussy riding non-stop on Spencer's virgin cock. The whimpers that came out of Spencer at the new and incredible sensation, in addition to Morgan's intense kisses. The growls that Morgan let out while Spencer hangjob him with an inexperienced and almost stupid way, which made everything even more perfect.

Hotch should hate this and go away, go back to his wife and pretend he did not see any of it. The problem was, he knew that would be impossible. He wanted to continue, he wanted to feel everything too. Feeling his sex life a little more interesting in all the chaos that was his career and his marriage.

"I'm serious. I really don't like guys." Hotch warned again with an uncomfortable face, almost as uncomfortable as the tightness in his pants. You, Morgan, and even Spencer shared a few soft chuckles when Hotch snorted and took off his tie, unbuttoning his white dress shirt and throwing it to the floor before grabbing you by the neck, kissing your skin while you continued to ride Spencer.

"So that won't be a problem, Sir. I'm not a guy, I'm just a whore. All of you three can use me however you want." You scoffed and Hotch huffed, nodding then and licking your earlobe, his hands moving your hips to encourage you to go faster on top of Reid.

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[tjwritesfanfics]

Sneaky touch (Aaron Hotchner)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Summary: Hotch is only a man and maybe you should wait until get home to tempt him.

Rating: Mature hinted

Words: 820

Warnings: Turning Aaron on with your foot (did it need warning?? Who knows)

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AN: I am having way too much fun with @imagining-in-the-margins Friends-with-Benefits challenge. Also, first time writing Hotch!

Dialog Prompt: “What is up with those two lately?” // “They’re sleeping together.” // “Yeah, right. Imagine… wait, seriously?”

Finally the case was over and the whole team wanted to celebrate.

You wanted to celebrate too, drinking with your friends was the best way to wind down after a long and hard case, but you knew something else long and hard you wanted instead.

Aaron and you had been seeing each other in secret (well not totally secret because it was your business and no one else really asked so you didn’t really tell) for a couple months. What went from occasional heated nights in hotel rooms when you were both lonely to passionate nights spent in his apartment when Jack was at a friend’s house to afternoon cuddles and dinner with Jack.

You were basically in a relationship with your boss, but there seemed to be no label on it.

“Here is to another bad guy put away!” Derek raised his beer, everyone meeting it in the middle with an assortment of cheers before downing their own drinks.

Everyone was talking all around you, making jokes at poor Spencer’s attempt with the cop in the last city, though he denied even trying to ‘make a move’ as Derek said. The mood was light and fun, but you could only focus your eyes on Aaron.

He was sipping his drink slowly, eyes fondly looking at the team. You knew he wouldn’t drink more than one drink and probably would leave after, but you were getting impatient and looking at how delicious his hands looked wrapped around the glass was making your thoughts run wild.

You tried to signal him with your eyes, trying to get him to chug and leave with you, but for some reason he continued to not look in your direction. Come on Aaron. You huff, pouting into your drink.

After a few moments of watching him, you got tired of playing nice.

Extending your leg slowly, sliding your foot along Aaron’s pant leg, a smile painting your lips when his eyes snapped to you. His eyebrow quirked up at you, the silent question loud and clear to you.

What are you doing?

You shrug, your foot sliding higher, but turning your attention to Spencer who had whined for your help.

“You saw me and the detective right?”

“I did,” You pressed your foot to Aaron’s crotch, trying not to reach when he couched into his first and waved off David when he asked if he was alright, “And you really could use some pointers in the game of hitting on women.” You turn back to Aaron, smiling now, mischief swirling in your eyes as if daring him to say something when you press your foot a little harder, “Hotchner? Rossi? You guys were married. Any pointers for the poor boy?”

Spencer whines again, his face a red you were unsure he could ever turn, burying his face into his hands begging for this to end while everyone started laughing. Aaron didn’t say anything nor did his eyes leave yours.

“That’s enough, leave the poor boy alone.” Rossi chucked trying to come to Spencer’s aid.

You laugh and wrap your lips around your straw, sipping on your drink, enjoying the feeling of Aaron getting hard under your foot. After all the times he’s had you squirming it was fun to watch him be the one on edge.

Aaron’s eyes never gave anything away, forever the amazing profiler he is, though you could see the slight twitch in his left eye and how his pupils dilated. You could tell how turned on he was just by having your foot pressing into him, how badly he wanted to just take you to the bathroom and have his way with you, but you knew he wouldn’t. Not in the vicinity of his team.

You lifted your eyebrow to dare him to do something, challenging him, and by the way his jaw tightened you knew you were in for one hell of a night.

A shiver runs down your spine watching him down the rest of his drink, placing it quietly on the table, but gripping it so hard that his knuckles were turning white. He was done with your brattiness and you were excited.

“I think I am going to head out for the night.” The table groaned, trying to convince their boss to hang around for a bit longer. “Y/n you said you needed to leave early tonight. Are you ready to go?”

You bite your lip to try and hide your grin (though unsuccessful) nodding your head, gathering your things, biding everyone goodbye before rushing off to follow Aaron who was halfway to the door.

“What is up with those two lately?” Spencer questioned.

Derek chuckled, clamping his hand on Spencer’s back. “They’re sleeping together.”

“Yeah, right. Imagine.” The silence and a smug grin from Rossi was all the answer Spencer needed. “Wait, seriously!?”

“You know, for a genius you really miss a lot of things.”

(Banners by cafekitsune)

[shanastoryteller]

Congrats on finishing See Something Say Something!! I checked the notification of the first AO3 email sent out and you initially planned on five chapters.

Would you say that the ending changed considerably since you started in October? Or has that stayed the same?

thank you!

it stayed the same lol. while my fics getting wildly out of control and becoming way longer than i anticipated is pretty common, i'm pretty much never changing overarching plot when this happens. the story that i become interested in telling is typically the story then i end up telling

almost every story can be made shorter or longer. it's less about what happens and more about how that information is conveyed. things that really tend to affect writing length are perspective and breathing room

the shortest fic i have on ao3 that's not part of a series is You Were (Not) Meant For Me (posted 11 years ago, jesus T_T). the premise is that claudia was a witch who intended trained stiles to be a witch and she arranged his marriage to laura hale, the future hale alpha. this is a traditional pairing as talia's husband was also a witch married to talia in service of the pact. except claudia died before she could train stiles or tell him about the engagement. stiles starts learning magic after scott is turned. derek falls for stiles and feels like he's betraying his sister by loving him, betraying stiles by not being the alpha he deserves and not telling him about the arrangement claudia made, and hates himself the entire time, but not enough to stop himself

that's a 100k fic easy

it's 1,696 words

it's extremely limited perspective (derek's) and it's made up only of limited snapshots of moments with very little context. there's no seeing what's happening, only told, which i think would quickly grow boring if it was longer and if the real point of the story wasn't derek's self hatred and how he fails to deal with it. that's the part of the story that isn't told, really - derek does think explicitly that he hates himself, but we're also seeing it in the way he talks and thinks about himself and the people around him

by contrast we have survival is a talent, which is obviously my longest fic. we're over 500k and we've got quite a bit to go

perspective doesn't just refer to character pov, but audience pov - are you being told a story, or are you experiencing the story? this is also tied into breathing room. there's no wrong way, i've done both and will do both, but one certainly requires more words than the other in my experience

siat is told only through draco and harry's perspective, but it's all happening in real time. the audience is being taken along for this story. the thing is that that things in real life don't all come tumbling one after another, not all questions have immediate answers. when depicting character growth and a plot unfurling, i think it's really important to include breathing room to give the audience time to feel that growth and change. i'm stricter about this with siat than anything else i've written, probably sometimes to its detriment. i want you and the characters to have time to feel the effects of emotional revelations and plot hints. i want you to have the time to question and wonder about things the same way the characters do

one time a friend criticized the good place for including the portion where they were alive again on earth because it wasn't as interesting as being in hell, but i disagree. we needed that breathing room both to live with the effects of character growth of going through hell and to have time for the effects of their actions on the plot to settle before they moved forward again. i stopped watching agents of shield because we weren't given enough breathing room - there was never a chance to see the characters not in crisis, the world was always ending, ect. the alchemyst book series has the first like 3 books taking place over a day and a half. i got tired of it after that. there's no breathing room

a story where i gave up on the concept of breathing room was build your wings on the way down. i liked that fic, but i wanted it finished, and to do it with i think optimal pacing would have made it twice as long as it was. so i said screw it, avalanche time, everything is happening all at once right now. there's very little breathing room there, which i think doesn't work too terribly in part because everything is so urgent and everyone is stressed so not being able to catch you breath sort of fits

See Something Say Something did not need to be 215k, although i'm not at all complaining. i feel very happy with how i told this story. but the basic premise - sam getting his powers early, getting involved in the large hunter world secretly from his family, and dean feeling misplaced and worried about how much sam needs/wants him - could have been told a hundred different ways and all would have pulled it off, so to speak

i considered doing the the entire fic from dean's pov (as a sam girl i love his pov because all he thinks about is sam and he's so insane about it) which would have effectively cut out basically the first five chapters. i thought exploring the slow realization of what's going on purely from dean's pov, with the audience having not insight would have been really interesting, just like what I did in dumb luck or good ghost with dean slowly figuring out that sam didn't die in the crash. another thing is the inclusion of all the side characters which i did to make the world feel rich and real, but we didn't need all these outsider povs to get the basic point across. very rarely is something vital being conveyed by an outsider pov, but it reinforced and adds to the main characters. i also initially didn't have wincest, which obviously added a ton of words. i loved exploring dean's self hatred and fear and sam's obliviousness, but bringing them to a place of ignorance to acceptance to happiness is a lot longer of a journey than just dealing with dean's propriety love as an unhinged co-dependent older brother. again, i'm sticking by all these choices, i made them because i thought it was the best way to the tell the story i was most interesting in telling, but my point is that you didn't need them to tell this particular story

it was also how i told the story. we spend a lot of time wallowing in character's emotions, especially dean's and sam's, but the others as well. part of this fic is convincing you that these two brothers should fuck, actually, and doing that effectively is going to take some time, especially at this point in their lives when things are pretty normal. comparatively, fucking your brother after starting the apocalypse is pretty small potatoes. i wanted you to understand these people, to feel what they were feeling, to not feel that it was inconceivable that jess would be willing to share her boyfriend with his brother, to buy all their relationships with each other in a way that isn't purely based on convenience

part of the reason i wrote dumb luck or good ghost before see something say something was that i felt i needed a firmer grasp on who the characters are before getting into who they were and who they could be - especially john, who i feel is exceptionally difficult to write without over excusing his actions or over villainizing them. the reason john doesn't get a single pov in see something say something is that while he's a motivating and underlying factor in much of the story, the story isn't about him. it's about the effect he has on those around him, and i didn't want to sully the pureness of that effect by introducing his internal dialogue, regardless of how persecutionary or absolving it would be. it's just not about him. it's how he responds to others and how they respond to him in turn

anyway! this is another example of something ending up longer than expected, but yeah. the plot of see something say something didn't change much from posting of the first chapter and my stories rarely do - i have plot points in siat that have been there since i posted the first chapter that are still relevant and happening. "harry and draco just. cut dumbledore's fucking hand off" my beloved

[mrsholmesreid]

WEDDING DAY | spencer reid x reader

summary: you and spencer reid dated for a couple of years before having a daughter, lily. now that lily is three, the two of you can finally get married!

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

word count: 1,7k

content warnings: fluff

author's note: this one shot was based on a character ai bot me and iru (@ireid here and @/spookyrydel on twitter) wrote together. here's the link to it:

The guests had all settled into their seats, the soft hum of anticipation filling the air. The altar was framed by delicate flowers, the evening sun casting a golden glow over everything. Spencer stood at the aisle, his hands clasped together, his heart pounding so hard he could feel it in his throat.

He wasn’t nervous—not in the way people expected. He was just overwhelmed. Overwhelmed with love, with the sheer enormity of this moment. He was about to marry the love of his life, the person who had given him everything, including their little girl.

Beside him, Morgan nudged his arm, smirking. "Hey, kid," he murmured, pulling something from his pocket. "Your wife-to-be and babygirl sent you something."

Spencer blinked, confused, as Derek pulled out his phone and pressed play.

Then he heard your voice.

"Spence," you began, your voice warm and full of love. "Right now, you’re probably standing at the altar, fidgeting with your tie, maybe pushing your hair back like you do when you're overwhelmed. And I just want you to know… I love you. I love you more than I ever thought it was possible to love someone. Today, I get to marry you, but you've been my home long before this day."

Spencer let out a shaky breath, his eyes already misting over.

Then a smaller, higher voice chimed in.

"Daddy!" Lily’s giggle filled the speakers. "Mommy says today is a big day! You look sooooo handsome, I just know it! I love you, Daddy! I love you lots and lots and lots—"

There was a tiny shuffle, like she was moving too close to the mic.

"I can't wait to dance with you! And eat cake!"

Derek chuckled under his breath as Spencer pressed his lips together, his vision blurring.

"So, we’ll see you soon, okay?" your voice returned, soft and full of emotion. "Take a deep breath, baby. We’re almost there."

The message ended.

Spencer exhaled, his shoulders shaking. His hands came up to wipe at his eyes, but it was useless—he was full-on sobbing.

Never in his life had he felt this much happiness, this much love.

Then the music started.

Everyone turned as the wedding march played, and when Spencer finally lifted his gaze, there you were.

Walking toward him, arm in arm with your father, your dress flowing around you like something out of a dream. And right beside you, tiny hands clutching a basket of petals, was Lily—beaming, waving at him like she hadn’t just talked to him minutes ago.

Spencer had already been crying, but now? Now he was absolutely gone.

Because this was it. His forever. His family. His everything.

As you walked down the aisle, Spencer felt like the world had slowed. The music swelled around him, but all he could hear was the pounding of his heart, the distant echo of Lily’s voice still ringing in his ears. “Daddy, I love you lots and lots and lots.”

His eyes flickered from her to you—your smile radiant, eyes shimmering with unshed tears as you looked at him like he was the only person in the world. And to him, you were. Nothing else existed at that moment. Just you and him.

His breath hitched when Lily let go of your father’s hand for a moment, running ahead on her tiny legs to reach him first. The guests chuckled softly as she stopped just short of stepping onto the altar.

“Daddy,” she whispered, her big, round eyes full of excitement and a bit of concern for her father. “You’re crying!”

Spencer let out a watery laugh, crouching down to her level despite the weight of his overwhelming emotions. “I know, sweetheart,” he whispered, brushing a hand through her soft curls. “I’m just really happy.”

Lily giggled, reaching out with her small hands to pat at the tears on his face, like she could wipe them all away. “No more crying, Daddy. It’s your wedding day! But you and Mommy keep crying, you should be laughing!”

His chest ached with so much love he could hardly breathe. The guests chuckled softly at Lily's adorableness.

“I know sweetheart, I know,” he patted her head, sniffing his tears.

Then, as if she knew she had stolen enough attention, Lily spun on her heel and hurried back to your father’s side, her little basket swinging with each step. The guests let out a collective sigh of adoration, but Spencer—he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

You were almost there now, just a few steps away.

He straightened, trying to blink away his tears, but it was impossible.

When you reached him, your father gently kissed your cheek before taking a step back, his own eyes a little misty.

Spencer barely had time to whisper, “You look beautiful,” before you reached out, catching his hand in yours, squeezing it.

His grip tightened, his thumb brushing against your skin like he was grounding himself in this moment, making sure it was real.

“I meant every word,” you whispered, your voice meant just for him.

Spencer swallowed, overwhelmed, his lips parting like he wanted to say something—anything—but he couldn’t. All he could do was look at you, heart in his throat, knowing that in just moments, you’d be his wife.

And for the first time in his life, everything felt perfect.

The officiant began speaking, but Spencer barely registered the words. His world had shrunk down to just you—the warmth of your hand in his, the way your eyes shimmered with love, the soft rise and fall of your breath.

Lily had settled in her seat beside Derek, swinging her legs excitedly, still beaming from her tiny moment of importance. Morgan played with her, holding her hand and telling her to pay attention. Spencer could feel her gaze on him, could hear the small giggle she let out every time he sniffled and wiped at his tears.

“This is real,” he thought. “This is my family. This is my entire life, my whole future until the day I die. Good god, I couldn't have been luckier.”

When the officiant asked you to exchange vows, Spencer let out a breath, trying to steady himself, but his hands were trembling as he pulled out the small card he had written them on, as if he needed to read it to remember the words. He had it memorized front to back; but this day was so important to him that he couldn't help but want to make sure this wouldn't be the first time his eidetic memory would fail him. But of course, it didn't. Barely glancing at the notes, his voice wavered as he spoke.

"From the moment I met you, my world changed. You have given me the kind of love I never thought I deserved, the kind that makes every day feel like coming home. Home. You taught me the meaning of that word. You make me feel things I never thought possible, a kind of safety, of love, that not even in my best dreams I could've pictured. And Lily—our Lily—she is the most precious gift we have ever created together. The way you love her, the way you love me… I can’t imagine a life without you. I don’t want to. Today, I promise to do everything in my power to always be the best husband I can be, the best father, the best partner. I promise to love you through everything, to be your safe place, always. Today, you give me the honor of vowing to spend the rest of my days trying to make you feel the way you make me feel. So that means today is not only the most important day of my life, it is also the beginning of my dream. This is what I asked for, baby. You and Lily and this beautiful family we're building together… There's nothing in the world I wished for more than this. I love you with every fiber of my being, today, tomorrow, and forever."

You reached up, brushing a tear from his cheek. “I love you,” you whispered, your tone drenched with emotion.

The officiant turned to you, and as you recited your vows, Spencer felt like his heart might actually burst. 

“Spencer, from the moment our lives intertwined—first as friends, then as partners, and now with the light of our lives that is Lily—you have filled my days with laughter, solace, and unexpected joy. I’ve watched you overcome pain and fear, and in your quiet strength, I’ve found my courage. I promise to stand beside you, to support you through every challenge, and to celebrate every tender moment we share. I may not have all the answers, but I know that with you, I’ve found home. I choose you today, tomorrow, and every day after, with all my heart. I love you and the family we're building together more than anything in the world, and the care you put in everything that you do for us overwhelms me with gratitude and pride. You’re my everything.”

The way you spoke about him, about your life together, about the family you had already built—it was overwhelming. He had never, in his entire life, felt more wanted, more cherished.

And then came the moment—the moment he had waited for.

"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife."

Spencer barely heard the words before he was pulling you in, his hands cradling your face as he kissed you—soft and deep, filled with all the love he had been holding inside.

The guests erupted into cheers, but the loudest sound of all came from Lily.

“Yay! Daddy kissed Mommy!” she squealed, clapping her hands together, kicking her legs excitedly.

Laughter rippled through the crowd as Spencer pulled away just enough to laugh against your lips. “We did it,” he whispered.

You grinned. “We did it.”

Then, as if she couldn’t stand waiting any longer, Lily came running toward you both, her arms stretched high. “Mommy! Daddy!”

Spencer bent down, scooping her up in his arms, holding her between you.

And in that moment, with his wife in one arm and his daughter in the other, Spencer Reid knew he had everything he had ever dreamed of. Everything he would ever need.

author's note 2: this one shot was shorter, but i still had a lot of fun wiriting it, like i always do with iru!! let us know what you think <3

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[witchlight-lore]

Episode One

Below is a detailing of the first episode of Once Upon a Witchlight by Legends of Avantris

Frost's home in the Order was a mountainous, snowy region in Yulong, not unlike Tibet

The party has been together traveling for 'many years', and the Carnivale existed for a decent amount of time, under multiple names.

They were in Agwé for one month.

Largely they'd all like to reinstate the Carnivale (Kremy the least)

They repeatedly tried to contact Garou for his help with letters.

The Crossroads in the only inn that might let them stay.

They've never gotten as low as 2 gold before.

Pierre is a Grinning Sinner/Catfish employee.

Gricko doesn't know how to play poker but thought he did. Frost watched him play in horror and didn't say anything. Gricko focuses far more on the looks of cards than thinking about meanings.

Gideon considers the group's money his AND Kremy's. Kremy wanted to cut Gricko and Frost off.

The drinks at the Hungry Catfish potentially have a charm influence to them, making you behave how you normally wouldn't.

Frost doesn't like cigars.

Gricko almost got arsenic poisoning from eating a cigar.

Kremy still has 'lesser contacts' in Agwé.

The Grinning Sinners sometimes have invisibility.

Kremy understands Bullywug but doesn't speak it. The Sinners speak Bullywug but understand common.

Kremy doesn't blame Pierre for anything, since he's just doing his job.

Frost considered breakfast the most important meal of the day.

Immediately offers to give Gricko half his meal after he throws up.

Garou considers 'knowledge' to have monetary value that can be taken from him.

He has been watching Kremy for years since he left him, and knows every single scam he ran, and the amount he 'earned'.

Gideon, Gricko, Hootsie and Frost are named as inheritors of his debt.

They salted mines in Grizzlepaw, and 'something else' Gideon seems concerned about.

They earned a significant amount they earned in Beavercreek, and Gideon actively tries to forget something that happened.

Gricko and Frost were with them the majority of the time.

Gossip travels fast in Agwé

Gricko assumed the Carnivale made no money and that's why he wasn't paid.

Kremy DID pay some costs of the carnivale, just not wages.

Gideon isn't a morning person.

Frost is good at arithmetic.

Gideon's idea was to put Frost back on the tables and card count to win 100,000 gold.

Gricko enjoys making Frost do quick maths. Gricko is bad at maths.

Kremy knows that anyone who wins big against the house always end up dead.

'There's probably no one worse to owe money to (than Garou).'

Garou has more 'friends on that other side' than Kremy.

Frost gets easily distracted by maths challenges.

Kremy fucking hates the idea of honest work. It seems to disgust him.

Gricko thinks much better of people than he really should.

Kremy is absolutely terrified of Garou when he's in his bad books.

Gideon offers to sell Hootsie, suggests that he and Kremy have talked about doing that privately. They genuinely consider it. Especially Kremy.

They can't run from Garou, he will always know where they are.

Kremy considers that the fact that they both work for the Baron is why Garou can watch him.

Kremy lies and says he will ask the Baron for help but doubts he'll help, then tells Gideon he won't. 'Not a fuckin' chance, he'll sloop my eyeballs right outta my head.'

Frost suggests they could perform a heist or marry rich.

Gricko thinks very highly of himself as a partner and thinks it's too early for him to marry.

Frost doesn't really think about women at all.

The richest people in Agwé are Remy Garou and Alphonse Le'Blanc, a vampire.

Mace's first roll is a natural 20.

Derek's is a natural 1.

Garou set up at least 4 Sinners to watch them in the Crossroads tavern, Gaston, other Pierre.

Frost was going to suggest they kill Garou.

Hootsie had buttons thrown at her for a jig she did.

Gricko is extremely gullible and believes Frost's deadpan sarcasm even when it's ridiculous.

The Crossroads is in the Crawdad Quarter, an area where everyone has hunting knives and will stab you over money.

They all try to look cool when they get up except Gricko who focuses kn Hootsie.

Frost crushes a rat with Mind Sliver the second he sees it for Hootsie. Gricko enjoys watching. He praises her for catching dead rats.

There are food stalls, taverns, stalls and shops with busy people around.

Gricko thinks very fondly of the carnies and acts.

They were run out of town for the IOUs given and trusted a shitty accountant.

Garou counted the IOUs.

Frost considers that he could be forced to be a barmaid. (I should draw that)

5 silver for a calico cat belonging to Francine.

Bayou Brass Bar and Music Shop, musical act 10 gold a night, tips guaranteed.

Cousins Louie's looking for a bellhop, 5 gold

Rich Boy Po'boy line chef, 5 gold. Kremy's Meemaw goes there. Free meal every shift.

Gricko likes the idea of that, Gideon can't cook and Kremy refuses to 'go back to that professionally'.

They have 3 weeks.

Kremy considers it unimportant what Garou will do to them, they'll die regardless.

Kremy says Garou can 'pretty much' suck your soul through your eyeballs. The fellas when he's done look like empty caprisuns, withered away.

Gricko thinks you have to spend money to make money. He wants to buy soap with prizes inside in the hopes that one will have 100k inside.

Frost promises to show Gricko how to play poker and smoke cigars. Gricko claims he's 'always smoked a pipe', and its 'very easy, simple'.

Frost in INT based.

Everything else on the job board is much older but Frost feels bad about the cat and wants to keep an eye out for it.

Roslof is part of a Warlock guild. He wants a adventuring party to travel into the Feywild to find his patron.

The advertisement for the patron was put up a long time ago.

Frost wants to go for the cat over the patron seeking because 'cat owners are shifty' and suggests they can find something in her mattress. He doesn't like that the patron one isn't specific enough

Guilds have tons of gold because its very expensive to be part of one. Kremy isn't in a guild.

Frost makes a joke about peacelocks as opposed to warlocks.

The patron post looks like its made with shitty clip art.

Kremy considers Archfey warlocks totally different to him.

Kremy knows the layout of Agwé well and has heard the name Madrick Roslof, he's been around for a LONG time. He's rumoured to be wealthy, his house is nice despite being on the edge of the swamp. He 'swims in the same circles' as wealthy elite

Frost knows what Archfey are.

Frost is upset that they said the giant pumpkins weren't big enough, happier when they're 20 by 15ft

Kremy thinks the patch itself is huge

Madrick's full name is Steve Madrick Roslof.

Kremy didn't know he was a warlock.

Gricko would save the Archfey for friendship and to help people rather than gold.

Richie stole Nikkie's dice.

Multiple Sinners are watching them outside.

Agwé is surrounded by swamp.

Magnolia Promenade is another area.

Gideon also believes deadpan sarcasm and obvious lies from his friends.

Gricko can't take a hint.

Kremy knows the swamp itself like the back of his hand, they go through the water itself. Knee deep.

Takes 2.5-3 hrs to get to Roslof's home.

25 giant pumpkins in the patch.

The house seems dwarfed by the pumpkins around it. The house smells like pumpkin pie.

Kremy loves pumpkin pie.

Kremy claims the pumpkins were normal sized last time he was in the area, suggesting a lot of time passed.

Gricko doesn't catch onto innuendos a lot of time. Frost does and kinda hates it.

Gricko just wants pumpkin pie. Frost would rather have money.

Gricko tells Hootsie to mind her manners, speak up but only speak when spoken to.

Kremy knocks with his cane skull topper.

Roslof doesn't come to the door until they knock loudly.

Roslof wears a black cloak, a long tailored embroidered shirt, billowy pants and house slippers.

Two 'what appear to be pixies'. Blonde in purple clothes, red in green clothes.

Roslof's hair is very long, down to his back, solid white. His eyebrows are bushy, piercing blue eyes, small tattoo of his right eyebrow in the shape of a chicken foot. He's hard of hearing.

He can hear the pixies even when nobody else can.

He runs the guild.

Kremy claims Roslof was a regular of 'Crusty Dick's', where he worked as a cook 'back in the day' that served crab.

Roslof says he's 'spritely'.

It's a cosy, comfortable cottage with lots of books. The pixies have a tiny shrunk oak tree with tiny houses with porches as a pixie tower. They drink tea.

They seems to speak telepathically to Madrick and verbally to each other.

Madrick might do crochet, he has crochet throws and there are balls of yarn in a basket 'he clearly enjoys yarnwork'.

Kremy makes sure to ask for pie for Hootsie. Coffee exists and they all like it.

Gricko immediately offers to help Roslof, Kremy and Gideon just sit down. Hootsie settles into a dog bet that's much too small for her.

Roslof may have owned a sausage dog called Sparklebutt, he has a pillow with one on and a small dog bed.

The calico cat from the missing poster is in his home (missing things find their way to the Feywild?)

Kremy and Gideon start looking for things to steal.

Roslof wears a apron that says 'kiss the cook'

He serves it with iced custard, candied pumpkin bits, homemade whipping cream and cinnamon, the coffee is pumpkin spiced.

Gricko tries to make conversation with him and asks questions about his home.

Roslof has giant pumpkin seeds around his home.

Kremy knows the fey are 'tricksy'. Gideon doesn't have a great memory.

There are photos of Madrick on the wall documenting his life and the adventuring party he used to be part of.

Kremy gets nervous that the pumpkin pie is the grand reward.

Frost also helps bring the coffee and pies.

Roslof mistakes Gricko for being Frost's 'green child', and Hootsie for a dog he likely has poor eyesight even with his glasses. He thinks its weird that Gricko is named Gricko Morning.

Roslof realises he's a goblin when he squints and moves closer, so he's near sighted.

Gricko is the oldest of the group.

Gricko thinks its considerate and nice to be offered a booster seat but he doesn't need one. He loves colouring books, especially mazes. Frost automatically does the word jumble over Gricko's shoulder. Gricko claims he 'always does this'.

Nobody's visited Roslof in a long time.

He spent 35 gold on making the advertisement.

Roslof hasn't heard from his patron in 15 years. He still has all his magic.

He seems to be very observant, telling Kremy he's a 'great liar' when he's barely said anything, just claimed they want to help him.

Kremy takes it as a compliment.

Madryck comments that Gideon is ‘Very Large’, that Frost is ‘Very, very smart’, and that Kremy is a ‘Great liar’. All three say ‘Thank you for noticing’ in return. To Gricko he says ‘I like you a lot’, and Gricko thanks him.

Madryck expresses concern that the group may not be up to the task, as many do not survive the Feywild.

He clarifies that Prismeer is a domain in the Feywild that Zybilna reins over, ‘the Queen of the Palace of Heart's Desire.’

Madryck describes her as a ‘fairy godmother, of sorts’, ‘she's kind, and gentle, she is sorely missed.’

Kremy has heard of the Feywild but has never been.

Frost admits he's never been, but it is one of many planar locations he would like to visit.

Gricko hasn't either, Gideon says he hasn't, ‘I don't think’. Gricko asks Hootsie, and Derek pretends to voice her saying ‘once or twice’.

Hootsie has been to the Feywild pre-carnivale as that is where Owlbears are native to in Avantris.

Kremy asks if Madryck can help them get to the Feywild, and he brings up that the Witchlight carnival is in town. He clarifies that Zybilna made the carnivale originally as a gateway into the Feywild for those who wanted to meet with her, to get her help.

With the reveal that the carnival is in town, Gricko exclaims ‘has it already been eight years? Hootsie, have we been together for eight years?’, as the carnival only appears once every eight years.

Gricko considers the day he got Hootsie as her birthday, and tells her they have to throw the greatest party.

They do not throw her a birthday party :(

Gricko worked for the Witchlight carnival last time it was on the material plane as a ‘temp gig’, that he was ‘down on his luck’, prior to meeting Frost, Kremy or Gideon.

Gricko never mentioned it by name before, only referring to it as ‘the carnival’, because he found Hootsie there and immediately ran away with her.

Gricko gets very emotional thinking about how tiny Hootsie was when he took her from the carnival, implying that Hootsir was an extremely young owlbear cub at the time.

The Witchlight carnivale is owned by two Shadar-Kai, natives to the Shadowfell, called Mr Witch and Mr Light, but they were not the original owners. 

He visited the carnival when Gricko was working there.

Gricko was a ‘base level carnie’ and stuck with other goblins, not interacting with high levels of staff.

He did beast taming, juggling and other minor acts and jobs.

The carnival has a high turn around rate and doesn't have good benefits for employees.

Gricko only worked for a few days.

Gricko has wood carvings of Hootsie from the first day he met her, detailing all her milestones, including teaching her her first jig (in a little hat), her first corn and corn alone day. in the form of flat wooden tokens in the style of fold out pictures in a wallet. 

He also has one of him and Frost together, they both like it.

Madryck Roslof falls asleep multiple times very easily during conversation. His bedtime is 5pm.

A local man called Tom sings outside who Roslof claims is an asshole. Gricko tells him not to give uo on his dreams, then to give up on them after he's told Tom is an asshole.

Madryck doesn't remember information he told them only two minutes ago.

Zybilna ‘takes many forms’, and that she is a ‘statuesque woman, with ‘large blonde hair, with a chickenfoot tattoo over her eye.’

Roslof tells them he wants to die, Kremy says ‘We could help you with that!’, and Derek immediately mimes Frost picking up a pillow to smother Roslof with, saying ‘It's gonna be alright, it's going to be fine Mr Roslof it's all over,It's fine, we'll take care of your pixies. We'll sell your pumpkins for hundreds of thousands of gold pieces.’

Zybilna has gifted Roslof with an extraordinarily long life, and he claims to have millions of gold along with a trove of magical items worth an untold amount. He will give his entire fortune to whomever will go into the Feywild and find out what happened to Zybilna.

They all agree that it would be the right thing to help Madryck pass on peacefully, if for different reasons. 

Madryck has never been to the Feywild.

The carnival is 2-2.5 days from Agwé. 

Madryck bought a novelty plaque that says ‘I smell old people, oh that's just me’ from Dr Etouffee, who sells fake magical items, and is described as looking like Kremy but older. Kremy confirms to Gricko that he is his brother, and his real name is Kermy. 

They need to collect proof that they found Zybilna.

Madryck has written a letter to Zybilna on the back of a paper that says ‘Antiques made daily’. Frost currently has it.

Roslof has signed a magical contract from Kremy to affirm the agreement. 

Roslof has diabetes and arthritis. 

He has a crocheted purse, which contains mittens, multiple pairs of bifocals, another coffee mug, an old wallet that is empty, a picture of a really sexy older lady and an envelope filled with a down payment.

The down payment is a bag of magical beans, a cloak of displacement, some letters, and 500 gold pieces.

The gang each get a free ticket to the carnivale. They're very high quality. 

Kremy is self conscious over how low quality his carnival was despite it being his own fault.

Kremy calls many people ‘friend’, regardless of his intentions.

Gricko communes with the spirits of monsters whose parts or hides he uses to make sure they don’t mind and thank them for it before he uses them.

They go back to Roslof’s twice.

The carnival is located near Bogpossum, north west from Agwé.

There is a cleric group called ‘The Church of the Blinding Light’ that has set up in Agwé, and are passing out pamphlets to advertise their religion. These are the worshippers of Pholtus.

The followers of the Blinding Light are against the Witchlight carnival existing in Agwe, claiming it is ‘crawling with evil’ after being taken over by Shadar-Kai. Kremy suggests they might get violent against the carnival.

Frost does not understand the prejudice against Shadar-Kai.

Carnival Lecroux had a similarly bad reputation.

Gricko casts guidance on Gideon to help him with reading, which comes in the form of a Rust Monster, a flea-like monster whose spectral form swirls around Gideon before returning to Gricko. Frost casts Resistance, which does not help.

Gideon struggles to read, and does so slowly. Guidance helped.

Roslof ‘always wanted to be the Witchlight Monarch’, and asks the krew to try to become the Witchlight Monarch. ‘You can be a Monarch, a real one’.

Frost and Kremy agree that it's strange and illogical that something of such good fortune would so easily befall them.

Frost has a deep urge to smash the giant pumpkins.

Kremy leads the krew toward Bogpossum.

Cypress trees are native to Agwé and are the dominant species in the swamp surrounding it. 

Mangrove and poplar trees are an indicator that the veil between the Material plane and the Feywild plane is thin, and the two are overlapping in parts, allowing fey to find their way over as much as mortals can get into the Feywild. 

The air glitters, sounds are heightened, and the land appears to have completely changed, as the land shifts and changes in the Feywild.

Hootsie wears socks.

Mangrove trees do not grow at ALL in Agwé, nor anywhere nearby.

Agwé feels ‘darker, grimier somehow, doesn't feel like home’ to Kremy compared to last time he visited after the Feywild leaks through.

The Feywild does not affect Kremy's innate sense of direction. 

Gricko believes heavily in Fate as a guiding force of the universe, and believes that wherever he ends up is where he was meant to be.

Gricko was worried about the missing cat, and teases Gideon about being worried about it, who gets very defensive. 

The missing cat, a small tabby, was in Roslof’s house when they visited, sitting on the stairs. Frost recalls it but says nothing.

They all roll CON to try to fight off fey curses in the form of swamp gas. This is the first curse of the show. 

Mikey rolls a 27, Mace a 16. Mikey has to reroll, and gets a 34.

Gidron believes he becomes a rotting corpse, vomiting up his internal organs, his flesh decaying. Gricko believes himself to be made of solid gold. They're both hallucinating, but Gideon is literally vomiting.

Frost covers his mouth and nose and advises Kremy to do the same, immediately working out that the gas might be doing something.

Gricko says he is ‘Trapped and so beautiful at the same time…also have a very nice intrinsic value.’ Frost responds that he's glad Gricko has ‘finally come to realise that’ and comments on how stiff he's standing.

Gricko does verbal self affirmations after stretches in the morning.

Gideon just gives up once he believes he's dying, saying they had a ‘good run’.

They had shrimp and grits for breakfast.

Poking at Gideon's vomit with his cane, Kremy released more swamp gas, and so he and Frost had to roll CON at disadvantage, and both fail.

Derek got an 88, Richie an 83.

Kremy claims he'd get Gideon to a doctor if he was actually dying, but he seems no worse than a usual night out, suggesting that Gideon drinks so heavily on nights out that he often ends up vomiting, and Kremy stays around when he does. 

Frost's legs become fused. He's convinced everyone else is fine, but he's experiencing a real problem.

Gricko comments that Frost has ‘very nice calves’ and that he's never seen Frost skip leg day.

Vines and leaves grow from Kremy's body hair, which doesn't make sense because as a lizardfolk, Kremy has no body hair whatsoever, but he gets vines regardless.

Superhero/mutant comic books exist in Avantris, and Kremy has read some. He does the spiderman hand motions when he uses his ‘vines’.

Frost tries to redirect Kremy's attention to his legs, insistent that his is the only real curse, and Gricko tells him to ‘spread em, Frosty!’ after Frost claims he can't move them.

Kremy attempts to pull open Frost's legs with his vines and it does not work.

Frost is intelligent enough to understand that the others are experiencing some kind of magical effect. But his curse is real.

Frost's legs are spread wide apart the entire time.

Gricko's main concern is that Hootsie might not love him anymore when he's metal.

Hootsie believes she is the greatest bard to ever live, and dances. She does help Gricko when he asks, pushing him forward, but without use of his legs he falls forward into the swamp.

Frost expresses concern that Gricko might actually die from drowning. He attempts to army crawl over after Kremy fails to help with his ‘vines’, but gets caught on mangrove roots.

Frost uses Message to tell Gricko he can move and has to roll over to avoid drowning and come help Frost. Gricko believes him, claiming he might be gold but he has 16 points of articulation.

Frost is actively doggy paddling to try to keep his head above water while he's trapped by the root, keeping his head above water.

Hootsie starts drumming on a log with some sticks, and Gricko praises her, saying she's a real natural drummer, and that she IS the greatest bard to ever live.

Kremy gets somewhat short with Frost, telling him to just get up and help *him*. Gideon believes himself to be a complete skeleton. He lies on the ground, acting dead.

 Kremy tries to tell him that he has a skeleton INSIDE him, but that he's fine, using the fact that they're still able to communicate as evidence that Gideon is in fact still alive. 

Gideom struggles to retort, saying that that's a good point, but he is just bones.

Kremy then brings up that if he was a skeleton with no muscles, he wouldn't be strong anymore. Gricko agrees, telling Gideon he has ‘some impressive gains’.

Gideon believes himself to be expelling bone chips, but in reality it's pieces of shrimp and some sausage. 

Gricko casts Lesser Restoration to try cute Gideon's puking, the spell manifesting as a blue spectral basilisk. They quickly realise that the spell would be useless, but decide to use it anyway.

Gricko has the idea that if Frost started a nation, his gold body could back the currency, or that they could cut him up and give parts of him to Garou to cover their debt, or live as a tasteful statue in the Hungry Catfish.

Kremy successfully manages to convince Gideon to punch Gricko and Gricko to let Gideon punch him, using the logic that if their delusions were true, Gideon wouldn't be able to punch him with no muscles and Gricko wouldn't get hurt because he's solid gold.

Gricko is openly deeply concerned about hurting his friend’s hand.

Kremy tries to bite off the vines, they taste like kale.

Frost's legs are ‘About as far apart as legs can possibly be, trust me, (Gideon) would know!’ They're in the shape of a Y in the air.

Gideon jokes that he's ‘taken Gricko's head off one time’.

Kremy laments that they'll be stuck in the swamp forever.

Frost tries to convince Kremy to try to bite Gricko, as he's the only one with working legs, and pure gold is soft, as a means of testing the delusion to see if it's an illusion. If Gricko bleeds, ‘like a jelly donut’, it's not real.

Gideon punches Gricko, and believes his arm to shatter into bone fragments, and Gricko believes he's unharmed, despite taking 10 points of damage.

Frost finally starts to believe that Gideon and Gricko are ‘clearly skeleton and gold…’

Kremy decides that this is true but they just need to deal with this new reality and move on. Gideon agrees to carry Frost with one arm, claiming he's light, which Frost protests before he's put over Gideon's shoulder. Kremy lifts Gricko around the waist. 

Gideon tells Frost that when he finally dies in the swamp, don't let anyone know what happened on Bearpaw mountain. He likely means Grizzlepaw mountain. Hootsie sings and follows.

After ten minutes, they get out the muck and the delusions fade immediately.

Frost considers Gideon's shoulder to be ‘surprisingly comfortable’.

Kremy immediately considers bottling and selling the swamp gas as a drug in Agwé.

Gideon apologises for breaking Gideon's nose and making him lose multiple teeth.

Derek does the horrific nose breaking trick.

The trees change back to cypress trees and Kremy recognises a landmark. They've been travelling for at least a day. Behind them it's only cypress, no mangrove trees.

After asking how he looks after resetting his nose, Gideon tells Gricko to ‘rub some dirt in it’, Kremy says ‘you've probably looked worse, in the years I've known you’, and Frost tells him he likely needs medical attention.

A spectral Girallon appears to give Gricko a bunch of bananas as his form of the Goodberry spell. Gideon takes two.

Avantis goblins can regrow their teeth a seemingly unlimited number of times.

The Witchlight Carnival can be seen from miles away, with lights and music and smells.

They sleep once in the swamp, they have tents.

( To be continued, ends at 2:28:51)

[14buddy22]

I BRING HOTCH FLUFF REQUEST!!!

Aaron getting hurt somewhat badly on a case and having to actually relax and recover at home?? Reader and Jack just pampering and spoiling him to the max because they’re rarely able to and Aaron learning to enjoy it and actually spend time with the fam while he can :,)

Thank you thank you thank you! I hope you like this <3

Aaron going head to head with an unsub and actually losing is rare. Well, he didn't actually lose, but he did take a tumble down the stairs before Derek managed to help Aaron in the fight.

And while Aaron took a tumble down the stairs, he smacked his head hard against the concrete wall. Not only did he have to get stitches, but he also had a concusion. On top of that, he had broken his arm and a rib, and twisted an ankle as well.

So, that put the strict unit chief out of commision for a while.

Taking Aaron home from the hospital, you helped him get out of the car. He swore it was fine but you refused to let him walk out by himself.

You raced out of your side of the car like you were a little kid going to get ice cream. As you grabbed him out of the door, you put you arm around him and helped steady his walk to your home.

Walking inside, you were met with Jess and Jack with a "welcome home dad" sign. While Jack was 12, he loved his father, and he raced to him to give him a huge hug.

When you walked Aaron over to the couch, you and him thanked Jess profusely. You watched as Jack clinged to his Dad's side, turning on a movie and pulling a blanket over them.

You started to cook dinner when you heard Aaron say, "Let me come help you."

Not in a million years were you going to let your injured husband cook dinner with you.

"No. It's my turn to spoil you. You take care of me and Jack when we get sick, now you're injured, let us take care of you."

You made dinner with ease, moving effortlessly around the kitchen. As you served Aaron dinner on the couch. You made a plate for Jack to eat next to Aaron.

Eating dinner with your 2 favorite boys in the whole world never got old. As Aaron was the Unit Chief still, there wasn't much time to have him around. You cherished every second you got to have with Aaron.

You knew the next 4 weeks were going to be great having him around. It's a blessing in disguise for you and Jack. You guys get to have Aaron all to yourselves. No interrupted nights, meals, or activities. He was yours and Jacks for 4-6 weeks.

The first week at home, Aaron was very reluctant to let you and Jack do anything for him. He wanted to do everything. He was a stubborn man, but one look from you and Jack and he immediately realized that instead of needing to do something for himself, all he needed to focus on was getting healthy for you and Jack.

You and Jack were always pampering him with whatever he needed. Snack? Jack knew which one Aaron would love. Blanket? You put those within reach of Aaron. Movie? You and Jack had a list of movies you two wanted to watch with Aaron.

While Aaron was gone most of the time, it was nice to soak up this time with Aaron. You guys are rarely able to have this time together. You think Aaron was starting to realize that. The way Jack clung to him every day, didn't want to go play with his friends as much, Aaron realized that while it sucked to get hurt, he needed this. He needed to spend time with his son, with his wife, he needed to relax. We all know relaxing isn't in his vocabulary.

Aaron couldn't help but fall harder in love with you. He was head over heels in love with you, but now you were taking care of him, and his son, the house, and working later at night when needed, he was amazed. He loved you.

As you laid down in bed next to him for the night, he pulled you in close, kissing you.

"Thank you. I know it's probably what you expected to use with your vacation time, but I appreciate you pampering me. I feel so loved in a way I've never felt loved before. I know we've been married for 2 years, and you love me every single day, but this is something new I haven't gotten to experience yet. Pampering me and making sure I'm okay. I love you so much. Please don't ever forget that."

"How can I forget, Aaron? I'm a Hotchner now."

He chuckled at your expression. Of course you were going to ignore his appraisal for loving you so much.

"Thank you. I was taking life with you for granted and never again will I do that. Thank you for being you. Thank you for loving me and all that comes with it. This time off has made me focus on myself and my family. The two most important things. Without me, there is no us. I'm gonna take care of myself, apply for the section chief job, work 9-5 and be home for you and Jack. I think at this time in his life, he needs me. I've also loved every minute of our family time together. And of course, staying on the couch and never having to move when I'm home. Might just fake an injury for the rest of my life."

You scoffed at that and pulled at the back of his head, away from yours.

"You wish Hotchner, but you're going to have to do ALOT of making up for this when you're cleared for strenuous activities."

With that, he leaned over, kissed you, and fell asleep shortly after he heard you softly snoring.

[exhuastedpigeon]

I was tagged by @butchdiaz to do a 2024 fic roundup! In 2024 I posted 29 fics for a total of 201,143 words, which is the most I've ever posted to Ao3 in a single year (that that doesn't count the 75k wip I have in the works right now or the other 40k of wips I have, don't look at me). In 2024 I also posted my favourite fic I've ever written and posted a fic every month.

January

one is one too many, one more is never enough (2.2k | teen) Hangovers, drunken love confessions, getting together

They say hangovers get worse as you get older. Buck never believed that until his first hangover in his thirties hit him like a fucking freight train. He’d spent the entire day moving between the couch and the bathroom throwing up and had vowed to never get that drunk again.

every road and every highway led me right back to your door (Teen) Accidental baby acquisition, magic!Stiles

Derek would like it noted that he had been in way worse situations before. He would like that on the official record. His current predicament honestly doesn’t even make the top five worst situations he’s ever been in. It might not even make the top ten.

if you keep reachin' out (then I'll keep comin' back) (2k | teen) Rescue, minor injury, hurt!Eddie

“Don’t make me jealous,” Buck said, leaning in close and tugging at Eddie’s clips like he hadn’t already tested them three times.

“I would never,” Eddie winked, relishing the way Buck blushed. It probably wasn’t the best idea to flirt with Buck before a rescue but Eddie couldn’t help himself. He’d been struggling with keeping his feelings for Buck locked down for months now, maybe even longer if he was honest with himself. 

We don't even have to try, it's always a good time (2.2k | Explicit) Established relationship, closet sex

“Can I help you?” Eddie asked, fighting back a smile because Buck looked a little bit like he’d just swallowed a lemon. He was pretty sure Buck wasn’t in here to touch his dick, not with that look on his face.

February 

there ain't no turning back (28.3k | Explicit) Road trips, mutual pining, sharing a bed, future fic

Eddie let out a yelp when he finally took in the room. It was a two queen room, white blankets, a TV, a desk and chair near the window, nothing about the furniture was strange, except for the fact that Buck was lounging on the bed closest to the windows, his legs crossed at the ankles, feet clad in MIT socks that he’d gotten for himself the day Chris sent his application in because Buck was that confident he’d get in.

March

lay your cards down, down, down (6.3k | Mature) Bachelor party, woke up married, friends to husbands

At that moment a few things happened at once that all felt equality important. Buck noticed a black ring on Eddie’s ring finger. Buck felt Eddie’s hard cock pressed against his hip. And Buck saw a matching black ring on his own ring finger. Maybe it was silly to put Eddie’s hard cock at the same level as what looked a lot like wedding rings, but it felt just as important as the other two observations.

Baby, take me (4.4k | Explicit) Fluff and smut, bachelor party, love confessions

“Pretty sure I turned it off just fine last night,” Eddie said with a smirk that went straight to Buck’s cock, already half hard just from the way Eddie’s stubble is dragging across his skin. “Is that how I get you to stop thinking?”

I want to be your fantasy (maybe you could be mine) (7.2k | Explicit) Bachelor party, pole dancing, former stripper Eddie

“I’m going to be really good at this class,” Eddie said, his voice low. “Because one of my jobs before moving to L.A. was stripping. You’re the first person who didn’t work at the club or go to the club to know that and I’d prefer if it stayed that way.”

April

ain't no lie (bi bi bi) (8.6k | explicit) Eddie/Tommy, friends with benefits, jealous!Buck, pre-relationship Buddie

Eddie fools around with Tommy, Buck is jealous, Tommy's just trying to have a good time

kiss him once for me (935 words | gen) Feelings realization, pining, pre-relationship Buddie

Nothing changed between them. Or at least, nothing changed until he sees Buck and Tommy kiss.

give your heart and soul to charity (12.5k | teen) Character study, Catholic guilt, coming out, getting together

Eddie dumps God, gets some more therapy, accepts parts of himself he was taught to hate, loves his best friend, and loves himself.

wipe your mouth when you done (4.1k | Mature) Hockey AU, hockey fights, injury recovery

Buck would like it on record that he didn’t go looking for the video of Eddie’s fight with Jonah Greenway because he didn’t even know Eddie had gotten in a fight with Jonah Greenway. Ravi sent the video into the group chat with the comment that “Fans are weirdly horny over fights” and no other context.

May

keep on whispering in my ear (2.1k | explicit) Drunk hookups, infidelity, pre-relationship buddie

Eddie and Buck get extremely drunk at Chim's bachelor party and hook up

June

I'll Show You Magic (7k | explicit) Alternate universe - magic, witch!Eddie, Witch!Buck, different first meeting

"Who the hell are you?" Buck asks before his brain to mouth filter is fully online.

"Eddie," The guy - Eddie - says with an amused little smile pulling at his mouth. "I'm guessing you're Buck. Lucy said you’d be coming in and that you don't have much of a filter."

July

so far away but still so near (6.2k | Teen) Eddie & Lucy & Ravi friendship, personal growth, coming out

In which Eddie Diaz learns who he is outside of being a father, builds some new friendships, and loves his best friend

loves a game, wanna play? (57.5k | Mature) Love Island AU, Post S7, the silliest thing I've ever written

In the aftermath of Chris leaving for the summer, Buck convinces Eddie they should apply for Love Island together.

August

baby, get me off again (2.4k | Explicit) Lutalia, casual sex, praise kink, semi-public sex

“Natalia Dollenmeyer.”

“I remember,” Lucy turned in her seat so she was facing Natalia. “At the risk of sounding like a bad pickup artist, what’s a beautiful woman like you doing alone in a bar like this.”

from the ashes (5.6k | teen) Art as therapy, Eddie fic, getting together, self discovery

A call at an art studio inspires Eddie to take an art class, it turns out he kind of loves it.

 September

 I can fix that (4.2k | Mature) Flirting, teasing, pining, Eddie's moustache, home improvement

“What’s what?” Eddie asked, but the smile tugging at his mouth, the smile that was just slightly obscured by the hottest mustache Buck had ever fucking seen, told Buck Eddie knew exactly what he was talking about.

how to slay a dragon (2k | gen) Uncle Eddie, babysitting, Jee-Yun, playing make believe

Buck didn't know what to expect when he walked into the Han house. He definitely hadn’t expected to see Eddie sitting on the floor with Jee in front of him carefully french braiding her hair. He also hadn’t expected Eddie to be wearing a pink sparkly tiara. He definitely hadn’t expected Eddie to smile up at Buck when he saw him with soft eyes, eyes that didn’t feel like looking into an ocean of sadness, and carefully tie the end of one of the braids he was working on with a little bow.

The Pink Fairy (2.6k | teen) Magic!Stiles, mystery, banter

“Derek Hale, as I live and breathe,” Stiles grinned at him, leaning his elbows on the bar so he could get closer to Derek. It wasn’t loud, not yet. Not at 4pm, but Stiles had never really figured out how to stay out of Derek’s personal space. Apparently, years of distance between them hadn’t magically solved that for him.

the cat's meow (4.2k | explicit) Cats, love confessions, hand jobs

Eddie adopts a cat and let's himself have good things.

October

Gimme S'more (1.8k | Teen) Fluff, s'mores, flirting

“Damn, you’re right,” Buck’s laugh was bright. He’s been brighter in the last month, since Bobby finally got the captain's seat back and since Chris came home. Since basically everything that was royally fucking their lives up and the team’s lives finally ended.

Sweet as Pumpkin Pie (2.3k | Gen) Uncle Eddie, Uncle Buck, pumpkin patches, Jee-Yun, fluff

“That’s pretty cool,” Eddie said and Jee nodded at both of them, her hair already coming out of the little pigtails that Maddie had put it in when they picked her up. “How many pumpkins do you think it took to build it?”

“A billion!” Jee yelled, running through the pumpkin house with a giggle.

A-maze-ing (2.7k | Teen) Corn maze, fluff, autumn

“Would you want t-to go with me? To the haunted pumpkin patch?” Buck asked, sounding way too nervous for asking Eddie to go to a pumpkin patch. Unless - Unless.

Unless Buck wasn’t just asking him to go to a pumpkin patch. Unless Buck was asking Eddie on a date to the pumpkin patch. Eddie felt something warm and fizzy bubbling in his chest. He kind of felt like he might bubble up and float away, so filled with joy at the prospect of Buck asking him out. Of Buck wanting him that way. 

all dressed up (with somewhere to go) (3.4k | Teen) Mistaken Identity, getting together, making out, fluff and humor

“Hey,” Buck grinned when he reached Spider-man, grabbing him by the wrist to turn him around. He peeled the mask up just enough to kiss him. That was weird too, he’d never had to lean down to kiss Tommy before, even if it was only by an inch. Maybe the boots Buck was wearing had a bigger sole than he’d realized.

The kiss didn’t feel like Tommy either, his lips were softer and fuller than usual, but Buck chalked that up to the tequila. It was a good kiss though, that was the thing. It was a great kiss. He didn’t want to stop kissing him and actually, he didn’t have to. Buck wrapped his arms around him and deepened the kiss, groaning just a little when he felt Tommy wrap his arms around Buck too.

“Evan?”

November

please don't go (646 words | Gen) 8x08 Coda, inspired by fanart, pining

"Don't go."

The words are trapped in a cage at the back of Buck's throat. Every time he's opened his mouth in the last week he's had to speak around them. He feels like a tiger pacing his enclosure, like he's going to snap at the bars if anyone gets too close.

December

I should be pushing daisies (5.5k | Teen) Character study, light angst, love confessions, happy ending, extend metaphors

“I miss you so much, man,” Eddie says as easy as anything. Like those words don’t have the power to breathe life back into Buck’s body and steal that breath back at the same time. “It’s dumb but - I guess I didn’t realize how ingrained you are in my life until suddenly you weren’t there.”

“I-I miss you too,” Buck manages to say, though he has no idea if he sounds normal or if he sounds like there’s an anvil on his chest.

I took a little journey to the unknown (4.1k | Teen) Hurt Eddie, dreams, medical inaccuracies, holding hands, love confessions

Eddie groans, his tongue feels too big for his mouth and his thoughts are moving slowly, like they’re trying to wade through pudding and getting stuck on the way to his mouth.

“I-it’s okay, you don’t have to talk,” Buck says and the comforting warmth is back on Eddie’s hand. The only thought that rings clearly through his head is that Buck’s hand is safe. Buck is going to keep him safe. “Just - can you squeeze my hand if you’re awake?”

That feels nearly impossible, his body feels like lead, heavy and useless, but for Buck he can try. He focuses and squeezes as tightly as he can - it’s not very tight, but that doesn’t seem to matter when Buck lets out a long breath and then a choked sob.

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[dedise]

comprehensive list of things CriMi fans need to accept:

both JJ and Reid were valid in their reactions in season 7: JJ didn't have a choice, as much as she saw her friends hurting if she had told just one of them that Emily was alive Emily's life would have been in serious danger; likewise, Spencer had a right to be hurt by it, and as a recovering addict it's fair that he might have thought of relapsing. both points of view were fair, JJ's comment on Reid's profiling skills was probably made so that Spencer would talk to her

people getting hung up on Rossi's comment of what he had done to the black kid when he was a child in the 60's (or around then) are incapable of accepting that people can change, and that the world isn't black and white. wether it truly happened or not, it happened during a time period where racism was, in fact, the norm, and where Rossi might not have had an easy time either (Italians weren't exactly liked by Americans at first, that's a fact). it was poor person versus poor person, an unlucky and uncomfortable situation. the fact he was wrong in his actions doesn't mean he wasn't able to grow and become better, people change

JJ's character ended up being used to shoulder everyone else, she was demonished in lieu of elevating others

Derek's "Devil's advocate" persona was unnerving, he was never right in his assumptions. sometimes he was an horrible friend, referencing to when Penelope wanted to visit the guy that almost killed her and Reid in the season 9 finale. get a grip my dude, emotions are conflicting

as much of a light in the darkness Penelope is, she was objectively too much sometimes. her being unable to keep secrets is not quirky or cute, it's embarassing. y'all defend her because she is a fictional character, if you had someone like her around you probably wouldn't be able to stand her

Hotch leaving the way he did did not make sense. he didn't leave when his wife was murdered while their son was in the house, bfr

Jason was NOT a good mentor. he brutally ignored Spencer's addiction (technically it was his problem, as Reid was his protegé), called Hotch on his birthday even tho he had the weekend off, and probably knew Hotch and Haley were having issues. he was kind of a dick tbh

Haley had her rights. she married a lawyer, not a fed. they had a child. she was worried and wanted her son to have a father, and Hotch to know his son

fans baby Spencer way too much. he's a grown ass man, the fact he's "hot" doesn't mean he can't make mistakes. "uwu autistic" he's an adult

the CriMi writers jump from one money bag to the other; when Hotch left Spencer became the sole focus of everything, now that Spencer isn't in the show anymore they're queerbaiting with Jemily, and their quirky one liners for Voit are just cringe

they're trying to paint Voit as the new Foyet, only problem is that Foyet was actually terrifying, and had a sarcastic and cynical sense of humor. Voit tries, and fails

Evolution is NOT good. the team went from incredibly smart to a bunch of idiots, Voit did not need to appear for season 17, let alone 18. Bailey's "master plan" to dismember the BAU is empty, he tells them "don't", they do, and nothing happens to them. he's there as a place holder because the writers needed a way to reach the 45 minute episode mark

the "family dynamic" in Evolution does not exist. they left Rossi to his own devices for a whole year, where's the family in that?

Luke Alvez is a good character, argue with the wall

"BAU gate" existed for years, the Unit Chiefs knew, yet Hotch didn't say anything, or Penelope (master hacker) wasn't able to close it and track the creator? yeah, no, that plotline sucks

Will DOES NOT deserve the hate he gets. he's a great husband, great father, Jemily shippers are hating on him because it gets in the way of their fantasy ship

back to Derek, when he was angry he said hurtful stuff indeed, unfortunately tho some people do react that way, it's very realistic (also considering that due to what happened when he was child, he tends to be distrustful). he's very well written, and people ignore that at his core he is a teddy bear. he's complex, and it is interesting to see the two worlds collide lmao

every BAU member is human, they all have good and bad qualities, humans are not monodimensional

maybe I left something out, lmk your thoughts (asks are open if you wish to stay anonymous)

[jade-bright]

Got really into Spy x Family recently...my mind's been working.

Hear is my take on Sterek Spy x Family au:

Option A: Spy Stiles x Assassin Derek

"Stiles Jankowski", code name: Void, the FBI's (or some other organization's) best spy/agent, always gets his missions done and has never been caught. Man of many faces/disguises, a silent and deadly enemy to his assigned targets (for the purpose of being able to disguise him scent and hide his heartbeat, Stiles is at least a little magic in all of these). Stiles has lots of experience with dealing with the supernatural, like were's, darach's and many others . Nothing and no one has ever gotten the jump on him, until…

Derek Hale, code name: The Wolf, a born werewolf that later became trained as an assassin in order to take care of his little sister after their family died. If any of his targets were ever found, they'd be found with claw marks and more often than not, their throats ripped out, but...his victims are never found. Derek was never interested in romantic relationships, but Cora keeps telling him to "get a life," and he does, when he suddenly crosses paths with Stiles...

Option B: Assassin Stiles x Spy Derek

Derek Hale, code name: Alpha, born wolf whose whole family was murdered and then later on he became a spy. Because of his training and werewolf abilities, Derek's the best spy the organization has got. He's always able to find and get the jump on his targets once he's locked in on their scent/heartbeat, it's game over for them. The same reason, no one's able to get the jump on him, until there's one person he doesn't immediately catch a scent or heartbeat...

Mieczyslaw Stiles Stilinski, code name: Little Red, took up the career path of an assassin as a way to inadvertently help his Sheriff father with the bad guys that get away. In his training, he learned how to hide his scent and heartbeat in case any of his targets were shifters, and sometimes he forgets to turn off his "ilusion." Despite how much his boss nags at him, to quit "playing with his food" he's never gotten caught, scratched and bruised sure, but it's worth it in order to cause his victims a little mischief. Everyone in his life is bothering him about finding someone, and he firmly believes he'll never find someone. That is until he runs into one Derek Hale, who promptly asks him to marry him...

Option C: My thoughts - Spy Stiles w/Yor's personality x Assassin Derek w/Loid's personality

If you watched the anime, you might agree with me. Yor's personality as a civilian fits Stiles', meanwhile Loid's fits Derek more. However, in their jobs, I think Stiles would be better suited for what Loid does for his job as a spy, especially with how it seems his spy identity as "Twilight" is kinda treated the same way as how some fics I've read treat "Void" as being another identity Stiles can take. It's hard to try to think of how Derek works better as an assassin rather than a spy, seeing as, in either job, he'd be offing people, but also, the acrobatics, feats of incredible strengths AND reflexes that Yor does as a civilian and assassin are definitely things I could see Derek doing, probably because that's how he was in the show.

Now I have like basic ideas for how Eli would be included in any of these options, in terms of how Sterek come across him and go into choosing him. But, remembering the "OG" purpose of Anya having been adopted, (infiltrating the school to get closer to a target), that's where my brain hasn't worked much ideas and plot for him. But if yall want to know how I think Eli is introduced in any of the options, let me know.

[masterwords]

👋👋 Hotchgan part genuine question part what if.

The genuine question is how do you think the team found out? Like Hotch is a pretty private guy and Derek’s always been pretty open about who he’s sleeping with but not always who he’s dating. So is it just a profilers profiled and no one had to say anything situation or what?

The What If part is in a universe where the gay panic is not an inherent part of both their characters (it is for good reason.) What is the most absolutely batshit way the team (Emily) call them out on/tease them about their relationship.

I say Emily cause you know if nothing else I’m team Demily besties through and through.

Okay, first of all Demily besties is SO GOOD. Top tier. And I think of anyone, it would be Emily who rags on them most - with love, mostly. Sometimes with irritation because they're insufferable but mostly with love.

I think if anyone could hide a relationship from the team, it would be them. Mostly because I just can't see anything changing for them, they already invade eachother's personal space at every opportunity, they already bicker like an old married couple, they already communicate without words and they already automatically seek out the other in a room full of people. So really, it would be hard to tell.

Someone (Emily) would have to stumble on them somewhere in public I think. They would probably go on dates off the beaten path, nowhere that they'd be found out, but she would find them doing something so stupid like shopping for groceries. Or she'd drive by Jack's school and happen to see Morgan in the pick up line. Or maybe she'd drop by Morgan's house for a beer and find Hotch already there, which might not be such a surprise until she also notices that his toothbrush is also there (and maybe so is Jack's) which is a surprise.

And all of that to say, once she knows, it's going to be endless fun for her. She might be inclined to keep their secret for a while, too, dropping little hints here and there to scare them but never really giving them up...until she figures it's time. They've been together so long that it's not fun anymore to tease them, so now she's got to devise a plan to out them in the most fun way possible...for her. Not for them.

"Is that Morgan's shirt you're wearing, Hotch?" she might ask when Hotch isn't wearing a suit, but instead just a black button down. Hotch might blush and say no, of course not, but everyone in the room starts to wonder.

"Is that the same outfit you were wearing yesterday, Derek?" she might ask when she knows that he slept over at Hotch's the night before. She looks directly at Hotch when the questions about Derek's walk of shame start rolling in.

Maybe she never outright says it, maybe she just leads the team to water so to speak. It's more fun that way. And Rossi will claim he knew all along (he didn't), and Reid will play dumb (it's easier that way) and Penelope will want all the details (she'll never get them) and JJ will just be happy for them.

I dunno, I'm not the most creative at these outing them stories and I'm definitely not great at channeling Emily. What do you think?

[dereks-husband]

Alright, Derek Suarez has RUINED me, here's a DEREK X GN!READER fic

I have never written a fanfic before, so I'd love some constructive feedback!

This is a part 1 out of idk how many parts, could honestly probably be infinite if I had no self control. Set between steps 2 & 3, but like basically step 3 like it's set right before senior year.

You’re laying on your bed, phone in your hand, debating with yourself if you should call him. You don’t even know if he’s free or if you’d be interrupting practice, or doing his summer work, or bonding with his teammates, or anything else that he should be focusing on instead of you. You let out a puff of air, deciding that you need to think about it just a little more. Because no matter how often you were able to talk on the phone, or text, or FaceTime, you never felt you were able to get enough of Derek. It was nowhere near the same as seeing each other in person, but you couldn’t blame him. You loved him. What started as a summer crush when you were 13 turned into a deal to get married if you were both single, and now you can’t stop thinking about him, wishing you had the courage to just call the deal off and ask him to be with you now. But all that is to say he was busy with soccer, his passion, and he was so talented at it, you’d never forgive yourself if you somehow got in the way of that. So instead, you never said anything, just going through your days texting him, missing him, and turning down any advance or offer for romance from anyone else because, to you, there is no one else. And if you would call him right this second you might find it a little too hard to not just drop everything and drive out to his training camp in the middle of who knows where because you really can’t stand how long it’s been since you saw him last.

The one thought giving you peace of mind in this moment though is that you are always able to go to his first home game of the season. You’ve done it every year since you first met him when you were 13. You would get a ride or drive to his family’s home and ride over with his parents and brothers, cheer all game for him, and then go back to their house. Then you would either spend the night there, or, what’s been happening the last couple of years, go home right after due to someone else’s plans getting in your way. And you never missed the face he would make when you couldn’t stay; disappointment, sadness, a longing to ask you to stay, even just for a little longer, with you wanting him to express the feeling because you’d be ready to do it for him…

Except he never did, and before anyone else could catch it he’d put on his signature smirk, one you’ve started associating more with masking his true emotions more than the joy you used to think it meant, and tell you that he understood and that you’d see each other as soon as you’re both able to. Some years you had opportunities to go to more of his games, but last year you were only able to make it to two other ones. Only three games total, for the whole season! Derek said it was okay and that he was happy when you made it to any game, but you were so frustrated with yourself. He WAS so happy when he knew you were there, no smirks or sadness in his eyes when he caught a glimpse of you in that crowd, only what you’ve learned is his real smile plastered on his face, but you couldn’t help feeling terrible every time after the game when you couldn’t stay with him, reducing your whole night of quality time to the car ride back with his whole family. 

So this year, your senior years, the last year you knew for a fact that you can make his games, you resolved to go as many as possible. Because really, who knew where his skill would take him, he could be scouted and have to move across the country and then you wouldn’t have a chance to go to any of his home games, and you both knew it wouldn’t be the same with you only cheering from afar. In your heart you were just really hoping he’d go to a big enough school where they might stream his games so you can still talk to him about them. It wouldn’t be the same, you knew, but it would take some of the ache of missing his games out of you, and you could only hope it would for him as well.

So, for this year, you made sure that you can go to the first home game, as you always do, and you also secured the freedom to go to his game that falls on Halloween. And, as of right now, you planned on staying over after both games, telling everyone (except him) that you’re booked for the whole weekend, just in case he’s free for that long too. The Halloween game would be even more special because his youngest brother, Nico, was still young enough for trick-or-treating, and his middle brother Jorge would have to take him so their mom could stay home and pass out candy. Their dad would be passing out candy at his store, due to some local government incentive for businesses participating in Halloween that you really didn’t understand, nor did you care that much, you just knew that this was an ABSOLUTE win for you.

What you DID understand about the circumstances is that you would be driving Derek home after, and that meant you got to be his cheering section all by yourself AND have him all to yourself on the ride back to his place. You weren’t so bold as to assume you'll have a monopoly on his time that night, but you also didn’t miss when his mom mentioned some restaurants that he likes that would be open both on Halloween and after his game, so maybe you can go out on a non-date with the boy you’ve grown up pining over on your favorite holiday and everything would be totally fine right? A beat. You push that thought out of your mind before you get too lost in it and can’t get the blush off of your face in order to FaceTime him. Right now. Because there’s no time like the present right? Wrong, but it’s something he would probably tell you is right if he were here.

Taking one last deep breath, you pressed call as you exhaled, hoping you weren’t interrupting anything. The phone only rang once before his face was taking over your entire screen. His beautiful green eyes, his long lashes, his adorable nose, and full lips, and perfectly tousled light brown hair. You didn’t miss, though, how sweaty he was, great, you thought, I called during practice. 

“Hey you!” he beamed when he realized the call had connected.

“Hey yourself” you replied, “Is this a bad time? Are you in the middle of practice?”

“We actually just started on a break right now so this is perfect timing! I have like ten minutes to chat! Unless that would be too much of me for you?” he smirks, noting that this is his playful smirk.

You smirk back, “well that is a lot more of your undivided attention than I’ve had in quite awhile, I don’t know if I’m worthy!”

You see a shift in him, still smirking but it’s changed to the mask, “well if that’s how you want to be I guess I could go back to-”

“No no no, I would never complain about getting attention from one of my favorite people,” you cut him off, “sorry, my joke wasn’t very funny” you add sheepishly.

His eyes soften at that but his gaze goes toward the ground, smirk gone, something more like worry in his face “No no! You don’t have to apologize, I’m sorry for not reacting right, drills today have been killer!”

“Derek. Please. I want to apologize again, but I don’t want to spend the next 9 minutes playing the ‘Who can be more sorry game’. And no, you do NOT get to say sorry for that,” you cut him off before he can apologize again, “I just want to know how my favorite soccer superstar is doing? Clearly you haven’t died from exhaustion so that’s good! And you're staying hydrated I assume?”

His face goes from a sad puppy to bright again, “You know it! It’s almost like you know me or something!” he chuckles. “As this camp goes on our drills get more and more intense and our days have been getting longer. I’m actually glad I got my summer work done early, because I really don’t know how I could’ve gone back to work on homework after the days we’ve been having. I barely have the energy to shower before bed,” he trails off, a slight blush coloring his cheeks.

You feel your face start to warm at the mention of him showering but push forth. “And how much longer are you there? I can’t believe they’re pushing you so hard! Has it been like that every year and you just didn’t tell me?” you inquire, trying to sound as joking as possible despite your deepening concern.

“We’re here until next weekend, Saturday I think, but that day is just to travel home, so just over a week? Today is Thursday right?” he laughs, dry and a little uncomfortable, “and for your second question, no, they haven’t pushed us like this every year, they just are this year because we made finals last year and they want us to get the win this year…” he trails off, realizing he said something he maybe shouldn’t have.

“Derek. Well okay first yes today is Thursday, but more importantly, you made finals for what? A tournament? Or-?” You ask, catching on to his discomfort but not letting him get away with it.

“Uhm, no, not a tournament. We kind of, almost won the state championship last yea-”

“YOU WHAT?” you yell, flinging yourself off of your bed. You start pacing around your room without looking at your phone, knowing full well the face he’s probably making, a mix of guilt and discomfort, and a bit of sadness. Taking a deep breath, and shushing him when he goes to start talking again you finally turn back to face the camera, though you keep pacing, a habit you got from him “Derek, why didn’t you tell me? I didn’t even know you made it to playoffs! I would have made sure to be there for those games! I know I wasn’t able to make it for most of the regular season but nothing would have stopped me from coming to support you during something so important,” you finish, no longer angry (let’s be real you were never angry, that yell was mostly surprise), but more defeated, if not a little hurt that he wouldn’t keep you in the loop.

“I’m sorry! And you can’t be mad about me apologizing for this one! I just knew that things were getting busy in both of our lives, and I didn’t want you having to worry about rearranging your life to come to games that I honestly wasn’t even sure would matter that much. The first few rounds in the playoffs I was convinced we were just on our way out, but then we kept winning, and kept winning, and before I knew it we were in the finals and then it was like how do I tell you then? You were going to be so mad at me for not mentioning it earlier, so I just couldn’t bring myself to call you. I panicked, I’m sorry, if it happens again this year I promise I’ll call you before I even tell my family,” he’s panicking now, afraid that you’re going to hate him, you know him well enough to know, it’s Father’s Day all over again. 

“Derek, I’m not mad.” you say, but you have to turn your face away from the screen, you don’t want him to see the tears threatening to fall.

“You’re not? Hey, wait, look here, what’s happening?” he still sounds panicked, but would it really be better to be doing this now? He needs to focus on training. Stupid! You should have never called, how could you be so selfish to someone who is so selfless, because all you’re going to do is make him feel worse for upsetting you, and you can’t do that to him. You just can’t.

“Sorry, one second,” you put the phone on your desk, and grab some tissues, quickly wiping away the tears and taking some quick deep breaths to calm down, all so he can’t see how truly upset you are. You pick your phone back up to see the light of your world looking so dejected, like a puppy you just kicked, and you know you could never bring yourself to be mad at him, “Derek?” he lifts his head, trying to smile at you, but it’s not a full smile, and it doesn’t meet his half-open eyes, but you continue anyway “I’m genuinely not mad. So please, please, don’t beat yourself up over this anymore than I’m sure you already have. I’m not mad, but I am a little hurt you think that me rearranging some plans would be such an inconvenience that I wouldn’t want to go to your games, BUT, I’ve also not told you about everything I’ve done because I already knew you had other plans, and other times for the same reason you didn’t tell me, because I wasn’t sure if you did or not and I didn’t want to make you miss something else just for me. So, if you can promise that I won’t be left out of the conversation when your team makes the playoffs this year, and I’m allowed to come to as many games as I can, then I promise I will keep you informed of future events I have where you can come and support me the same way. Do we have a… deal?” You say, fully calming down, enough to give him a cheeky smile at your particular word choice.

His happy smirk comes back full force “Oh so it’s like that? I guess there’s no limit on the amount of deals between two people huh? Fine. Deal. I’m really sorry again, though, you know I would never try to hurt you on purpose, right?” The way his voice cracks at the end of his question breaks your heart more than any other part of this conversation, his raw emotion coming through, needing you to reassure him.

“I know Derek. Your apology is accepted. But I will say that I’m sorry too, for not inviting you to my events, and for making you worry about me when you have more important things going on. But if there’s a takeaway from all of this let it be that I know you would never purposely try to hurt me, and I would never try to purposely hurt you,” you look at the clock above his head on the screen, you have seconds, maybe a minute left, “listen I’m really glad we had this conversation, and I hope getting that secret off your chest can help you feel better? But you have to go back to practice soon, so I should probably let you go right?”

“Yeah, I’m glad we were able to talk too, and I should probably get going, thank you, and-” he cuts himself off, but you don’t miss the flush that has spread across his face and up his ears, “maybe when I get back next weekend-” 

A whistle from off screen cuts him off and you hear a much deeper voice yelling “Alright boys! Break is over, back on the field for some quick stretches and then 5 laps around the track!”

Before Derek can say anything else you hear a large group of his teammates walking past, some of them whistling, catcalling, making kissing noises, saying different things like “Let’s go Casanova”, “Wow the whole ten minutes?", "Must be love”, and what was probably your favorite; “Dude, could you be any more obvious??”

Stifling a laugh at his demeanor quickly going from cool to frazzled, you coo “Bye Casanova, text me later, miss you!” 

He turns back to the screen and yelps out a quick “Yeah! Miss you too!” before the call abruptly ends, and you can't help but catch yourself looking at your reflection in the dark screen with the widest smile you've ever seen on your face. God, this man's effect on you will be your death yet. Still grinning, you go to get dinner.

[0viraptoraskblog]

Do u think that after really long time with derek. He would want to marry mc?

It depends on how your relationship develops. If you continue to be nothing but a pet and torture dummy, he would never see you as an equal, and wouldn’t want to be legally bound to you.

If he’s grown attached like I’ve mentioned, and maybe views you a bit more like a human than a toy, it’s possible.

Something to think about— Derek is pan, and MC could be any gender. However, I think he’s a good candidate for internalized homophobia, mostly at the fault of his upbringing. However you want to interpret that. He (may have) come to terms with it by now, but his dad wants him to further the bloodline to bring more heirs to the Goffard name. If MC is a girl, his father would probably push him to get married; it’s good for publicity as well. If MC was a boy, his dad would be less supportive, but may still allow it to happen.

(I don’t think his dad is outright against being gay or anything, he has no right to talk, but I think he’s definitely focused on the public eye and how they’d react if Derek married a man)

Derek doesn’t rely on marriage to represent a connection. He knows he’ll always have you there with him, even unmarried. The only reason he’d want to is to make you officially his— legally, that is.

[instantpansies]

top sfth couples/ships bc it's 2:49am and im thinking about them again

oopsie daisies (marianne and jacques, oopsie daisy bulge). idk if anyone else calls them that but they're my oopsie daisies and i love them so much. if oopsie daisies have 100 fans im one of them if oopsie daisies have 1 fan it's me if oopsie daisies have 0 fans im dead. they make me ill. handsome butch mayor and her pretty scientist husband.....they love their town and their kraken and ethically dubious transhumanism!!!!! and i am patting them both on the head and tucking them in. i am making this post so i can ramble about them but it felt weird to just do that so i made it a list. they're childhood friends to lovers, marianne definitely got all embarrassed giving jacques flowers after school, they prob graduated and were friends for a while and then decided "wait duh of course we're gonna get married" so they dated for a while and then marianne ran for mayor so they waited on the wedding until after she won and then they honeymooned the next town over bc they couldn't bear to stay away from le bulge for more than two weeks and they bicker and marianne brags about being the mayor and pretends to know what jacques is talking about when he's explaining his genetics work. and they're always working together bc jacques' tech is their main line of defense and she sits on his lap during briefings and all 12 of the other residents are a little annoyed when they enter a room both bc marianne is kind of bossy and needs total focus when she's addressing a room and bc jacques is just staring at her and zoning out and thinking about cell division the whole time. and jacques probably only sustained mild injuries from that gunshot wound so he's fine. he's fine and he definitely didn't die. because that would be silly and pointless. but marianne THINKS he's dead or dying so she harnesses her grief and rage to literally snap the neck of the king of england and tbh i think that's very sexy of her. what am i talking about again

pergephone (persephone and geoff, wild wet and worrisome). i love their dynamic so much, the pining is both silly and very earnest, and i have a bunch of headcanons about what happens when geoff leaves but feels like there's something missing....i like them very much. especially if persephone has some monstrous stuff going on, like huge sea beast or fanged and clawed siren. that's the shit.

ditch (derek and titch, the unrelenting aubergine). derek i love you so much, never stop being yourself. it's requited unrequited, it's got drama and pacing, it's sweet and hits home. what more could u want (except maybe a half mime half giant octopus)? they're the most popular ship in this fandom for a reason. and i concur. titch struggling with his feelings, derek setting boundaries and giving titch time to work out his shit on his own, margaery doing her best to sort out their drama. wonderful