#write for me rat boy

[reasonablerodents]

rattie! because i am a petulant child with incurable brainrot, i am going to request you test out a little hotchgan. an argument ending in a kiss is so good, hotch having to apologize and morgan accepting the apology with a kiss is top shelf, but i'm not picky. as long as it is the two of them.

A fresh piping hot hotchgan argument and kisses, just for you!!!! I hope I did them justice!! Despite never writing them before, I really enjoyed it! Very soft and tender and ready to do anything for the other <333

Whilst I may not be a hotchgan scholar, I feel like when they argue, it seems to pretty much be only out of genuine concern for each other, which is what I was trying to go for here!

Bring It On Home To Me

Aaron Hotchner/Derek Morgan, Established Relationship, Make Up Kisses

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“You said that you’d only be another hour,” Derek points out when Aaron finally gets home, three hours later than he’d promised.

“I know.” Aaron says with a sigh, setting his briefcase down on the kitchen table and going to the fridge, looking for the leftovers he knows will be there.

“It would’ve been better three hours ago.”

“I know, Derek.”

“Then why didn’t you come back three hours ago?”

Aaron presses a few buttons on the microwave, a little bit harder than he needs to. “I was busy,” he mumbles, watching the plate spin around instead of the disappointment on his boyfriend’s face.

“You’re always busy.”

“And you’ve always been aware of that.”

The tone is far more bitter than he had meant it to be. No sooner have the words left his mouth, he cringes internally. He was the one in the wrong- he hadn’t even texted Derek to say he’d be late. Aaron’s not even sure why he’s arguing.

The microwave hums.

Derek traces the kitchen tiles with his toe.

Aaron picks at his fingers.

He knows it’s up to him to fix this.

“I’m sorry.”

He can sense his boyfriend moving closer, so he turns around, finally meeting his gaze for the first time since he’d walked in. Surprisingly, he doesn’t look as upset as Aaron had feared- instead, his soft brown eyes are filled with concern. Derek grasps the hand that Aaron’s been picking at, holding it in both of his own.

“Thank you.” He sighs, shaking his head. “I’m not mad at you, Aaron. I’m just worried. I know how you get, and it’s not good for you. You’re gonna stress yourself out, end up hurting yourself.”

Aaron’s just about to say something, but Derek keeps on talking.

“I know how hard the job can be, okay? But I’m not gonna sit back and watch as it takes you over again. I need Aaron, not Agent Hotchner. And Aaron needs to come home when he says he will.”

How he had even managed to end up with a man so understanding was completely beyond him- and he hadn't even had to look outside of his team to find him. When he replies, his voice is a little tighter than usual, a small lump in his throat constricting his vocal cords.

“You’re right, Derek, I’m sorry.” If Derek notices the way his voice shakes a little, he doesn’t say anything, just soothingly rubs circles into his boyfriend’s hand with one of his thumbs. Aaron swallows. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Aaron leans in then, gently catching Derek’s lips with his own. It’s slow, tender, full of unspoken promises.

I’ll do better. I’ll look after myself, and I’ll make more time for you.

Derek drops the hand he’s holding in favour of wrapping his arms around Aaron instead. His embrace is strong, always is. He hugs like he never means to let go, but it’s never cloying, only ever comforting.

I know. I just don’t want to see you struggle. I’ve always got you.

The microwave beeps.

Aaron pulls away first, but he laces his fingers behind Derek’s waist, keeping him close. “Thank you for making dinner,” he murmurs. “I’ll make it up to you tomorrow. I’ll even cook dessert.”

“Mom’s apple pie?” Derek smiles.

“Mom’s apple pie.”

[chicoryblue]

He sticks out like a sore, decaying thumb, light swimming through him in dappled leaf and bottle greens. His skin, always slightly damp, has an unnatural give to it. It just feels like you could push your claws all the way in. But you resist the urge, only halfway mollified by his chuckled assurance that it's fine, really, he's just a bit transparent, that's all - he was always bad at hiding his emotions, anyway.

Edit: Got struck by inspo, so here’s Wishbone in all his ‘a bully turned my hat around and pushed me glory’

[thenameswinter99]

WIP Wednesday

Another week, another tag game! Please share your last sentence; or, if you don't have one, share a plot bunny or idea!

Thank you @lord-aldhelm for the tag (and for trusting my non-existent writing skills) 💜

This is from a fic that, strangely enough, has not been abandoned yet. It's a TLK fic (anyone who knows me knows who I'm writing about… At least I'm trying-) and it's still in the very early stages of writing, most things could change or be deleted, so forgive my horrors.

I'm posting the introduction because the rest is just a total mess:

"Come with me," a soft and gentle voice reached your ears, a soothing yet familiar sound that invited you to open your eyes. The first thing you saw was a young, well-built warrior, crouched in front of you. You lifted your gaze to look into your interlocutor's eyes, and soon you were transfixed by a pair of mismatched eyes in which you could feel warmth and safety, all things you hadn't experienced during your permanence in Dunholm. His face was relaxed as well, and you could see a small, tentative smile forming at the corners of his mouth. One of his hands was outstretched towards you, its thick, calloused, tattooed fingers inviting you to come closer with an almost imperceptible movement.  But you couldn't move, fear blocking every fibre of your body and preventing your muscles from moving. The clash of swords and the echo of warriors' shouts still echoed in your mind, as did the amount of blood and violence you had witnessed behind a stable door.

English is not my first language, forgive my grammar errors!

No pressure tag (if you want to): @synintheraven @sylasthegrim and whoever wants to do it! (I wanted to tag other people, but most of them have already done it lol)

[fabdante]

i've been writing in dantes perspective more again and i forgot how fun he is like he's such a little shit i love that guy

[alienheartattack]

Starting a support group for straight women who are not attracted to Adam Driver, and another support group for romance readers who jumped into a book that seemed good, only to find that it was unreadable Reylo fanfiction with the numbers barely filed off.

[historia-vitae-magistras]

How do the rest of the fam react when Matthew basically loses it after the whole nedcan breakup-kiku drama? I know you wrote a oneshot where Alfred gives him a puppy which was super cute! But I wonder if it freaks them all out because Matthew doesn’t usually draw attention to his suffering??

Ooooh, good question, thank you. So I've gone over like 15 different iterations of the windmill expanded universe, and I'm just using this ask as a brain dump now so buckle in folks, this got long. But the way it happened, without anyone falling out of love so much as priorities shifting and readjusting as time passes. That created a situation where no one's at fault, its not like anyone's committing adultery, but differences in age, experience, and psychology made the fallout very uneven.

So as a Pacific Nation, Zee saw it coming a thousand miles away. Mai's schedule was opening up, and there was chatter amongst the East Asian democracies from the late 80s onwards that, oh, that pointy tulip-headed fucker is in our airports a lot. Kiku has dairy in the kitchen a lot more than he used to. There's yet another new statue to some Dutch fuck in a square in Tokyo. He and Mai aren't meeting up as nearly as much as they used to. So she's sitting on Jack's back deck drinking a beer, going, "Fuck, mate, Mattie's going to be even more depressed than usual." And even Jack, who typically pays far less attention to politics, much less any other anglo's sex life, is wrangling a gator out from under the floorboards and nodding sagely in agreement because even he's fucking noticed.

But then three, four, and five years pass, and things have yet to explode. Matt is so consumed with depression and internal problems that he doesn't realize how much Jan's withdrawn until it's too late, and the not-breakup. He never fell out of love, but when it comes to where Jan wants to spend his time, it's not with Matt. And at some point, that discussion happens, and Matt's absolutely blindsided. The boy who saw Francis and then Alfred leaving him coming a thousand miles away and adjusted halfway decently because he had time to prepare is just bashed over the head with the new status quo. And he doesn't know why. Jan has never sat down and discussed what he did in the far east. Everything Matt knows, he knows second-hand, in the abstract.

So he's showing up at Arthur's in a state even his father is like, "oooh shit" and Matt just kind of lays down and doesn't get back up. Arthur doesn't know what to do with him except bring him a cup of tea and give him an awkward pat. They have a very difficult conversation about Jan and Kiku that's absolutely humiliating for Matt because how could he not know these things? But yeah, Matt just kind of goes down like a dead log and lays there cuddling the cat until he's practically growing mushrooms. Profoundly unwell. Arthur can't do shit to fix it, so he goes and collects Matt's things from Jan like he's restocking the British Museum because he has to fucking something. He gets... rather protective of Matt. He throws out Francis when he starts making pithy comments about how Frenchman doesn't take this sort of thing lying down; they take it on all fours making vigorous love to a third party.

Alfred shows up when he looks for Matt to fix his headspace again and can't find him. He and Arthur got into it because they always get into it at least a little bit, and they're suddenly silent because they realize Matt's just gotten up, hefted the cat under one arm and left the room and gone to lie down in his actual bedroom rather than intervene. And he always intervenes. His prime biological directive is to keep the peace, and he just says fuck it, you're loud; I'm going to go be depressed in another room. Alfred has a blue screen of death. He doesn't understand why Kiku fucking Jan would make any difference; he has his harem of part-time partners. He doesn't know what to fucking do. The head shrinking and emotional support is Matt's fucking job. He gives Matt a solid pat on the shoulder and tells Matt, "I love you, dude, feel better." And fucks off back to North America.

Not long after that, Matt's deep-seated embarrassment about his existence overrides the depresso long enough to eat a solid meal and book himself a flight home. But he's not back for even a month before he's lost his fucking marbles and gone feral in the woods again. And it's not a good time of the year for it. Alfred ends up picking him up from a rural ER somewhere and doesn't know what the fuck to do with a baby brother who can't get his shit together, so he shovels some anti-worm meds and a rabies shot into Matt and puts him back on a plane to England. Calling up their father like "Jan and he were your idea. You broke it; you fix it!"

Arthur does what he hates most in the world and calls Alasdair. He'd rather call in an air strike on his house than call Alasdair for help, but father's favourite knife is fucking broken, and he can't fix it, and if anyone might be able to, it's Alasdair. And lord, even if he can't do much, he does get Matt on Vitamin D and an antidepressant. And he and Arthur practically force Matt out of bed and make him start going for walks and eating more than twice a week. It's all kicked in enough that when Jan sends him some vaguely guilty tulips, Matt hurls the entire thing against the wall, and starts swearing and screaming and throwing shit; Arthur breathes a sigh of relief and starts in Jan, too because oh thank god, Matt's finally releasing an emotion! He gets better pretty rapidly after that because the pressure eases up.

And then when he finally goes home, Alfred impulse purchases the pupper.

[velvetjune]

I’m only on the first few chapters of Max Payne, but I’m captivated by every Max Payne random enemy having entire conversations and interactions on their own if you wait long enough. Having comically mundane or ridiculous arguments on how to use explosives or what’s on tv. I was about to kill some enemies only for them to accidentally blow up themselves after messing with some equipment. in love with this old game.

[squidyyy23]

serenity

all mickey wanted was a relaxing getaway. an escape from his hectic life. quiet. alone. but when his cabin gets double booked, his trip ends up being anything but alone or quiet.

rating: e word count: 9.9k tags: alternate universe, meet awkward, vacation, there was only one cabin, (with two beds but we still know where this ends up), fluff, nothing but fluff (and a little fluffy/silly smut)

it's gallavich gift exchange time!!! so here's a gift for you, @the-rat-wins, who wanted some nature-esque vacation boys!!! hope you enjoy!!! 🎁

and all the applause to @gallavichthings for organizing this madness! and of course, @shameless-notashamed for being such a faithful, rockstar beta. 💕

🌲 click here to read on ao3 🌲

[nylwnder]

i think with leafs hockey starting tomorrow i really should face my demons and make this post.

i never made a public comment on the bunts situation since it occurred like i normally do with other things. but trust i was certainly making comments to the wall in my room with snots coming out of my nose.

i mean if you’ve followed me since the bunts era you know that man became EVERYTHING to me. like he was my literal fucking twin. like i don’t know if the shit i post on here is enough but if you know know me like i’m not exaggerating. he is me i am him. we talk shit and we talk some more shit and i will throw hands bestie. like. yeah. so taking away my ride or die bestie boo queen ting bitch is like ripping off every limb of my body plus my fucking lung like. FUCK THAT.

i’ve been in denial since off season. i always knew the possibility of him not coming back was bigger than i was making it seem. and kyle leaving just kinda deepened the knife on my hopes and dreams. now i still don’t know how i feel about brad but i know for sure i would beat the fuck outta him for not even talking to bunts. like he ghosted him af. like i’m sorry but you don’t fucking know half of the shit that man provided this team and me (and the fanbase). like call him a liability all you want he gave us the fucking passion and the real ones know that was OUR GUY.

now with everybody’s teams’ starting their respective season, it’s time to let go. or something like that cause i could never.

seeing him in the red and black is gonna be something for sure. but i’m rooting for him all the way. i love him too much to not be proud of any and all accomplishments he does even if it’s for some shite team <3 i’ve never felt closer to someone ever. like if i’m being honest i normally stop thinking about someone once they leave us (GO LEAFS GO BABEYYYYYY) cause you kinda see like a diff side of him (don’t @ me but idk i lose the vibez). but i could never MICHAEL I LOVE YOU SO MUCH KING YOU ALWAYS MY BOY MY BABY OKAY? OKAY???!:!?3&2)31@)2@22

yeah. my body aches for him so much. like not being able to see his rattyness or defend him anymore is worse than anything but i’m gonna try and hang on.

michael come back to me i need you bunts come and stay in my pocket so i can take you everywhere with me bb please

yeah. i think that’s it. you’ll def see me throwing fits about him for the rest of time but i figured id make a post so it doesn’t seems like it hasn’t effected me at all. cause HA. ya right.

— G <33333

[jotaroslooseeyebrowhair]

Bad news yall, applying to medical school is going to hinder my fanfiction writing abilities ✊😔

[reasonablerodents]

Just in case it breaks your writing dry spell, there's been a terrible lack of NYE hotchreid fics, and I'm here to humbly request that you fix this with a short nye bau party/night out and everyone paired up for their nye kiss except hotch and spencer…

This is very true!!!! And somehow this DID break my writing dry spell bc I’m somehow actually happy with how this turned out???? (And okay….It’s not short)

Thank you!!!

Good Fortune (G)

Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Fluff, New Year’s Kisses

They’re all partnered up these days. Penelope has Kevin, Emily and JJ have been together for God knows how long, Derek’s in the early days with a woman named Savannah, and Dave? Well, he may not be officially dating anyone, but he met a woman at the bar a few hours earlier, and the two seem to be getting on very well.

That just leaves him and Spencer.

If Aaron was a braver man, he would have asked Spencer out years ago. But his head is too full of regulations and boss/employee power dynamics and- okay, the main reason he hasn’t done anything after all this time is because he’s scared. Rejection always hurt, but being rejected by Spencer would surely feel far worse than if it was from anyone else. Besides, they already had a perfectly good- albeit platonic- relationship; there was no reason to ruin it by acting inappropriately.

Aaron sneaks a glance to the left, where Spencer is stood next to him and staring into the crowded bar, one hand idly gripping a half-finished drink. He seems to be people-watching, and Aaron can’t get over how beautiful he is like this; unknowingly poised like a painting, the dim light softly illuminating the curve of his lips and angular planes of his face. Spencer’s eyes are wide and glittering, drinking in the revelry instead of his cocktail.

“Not long until midnight, pretty boy,” Derek laughs as he and Savannah pass by on their way back to the bar, playfully tapping Spencer on the shoulder to get his attention. “You’ll have to be quick if you wanna sort out a New Year’s kiss!”

Spencer makes a move as if to splutter an indignant reply, but Derek’s already turning to Aaron with a trademark smile. “You too, man. Even you’ve got to let loose a little on New Years. I’d offer my services to you both, but I’m really hoping Savannah will give me the honour tonight.”

Savannah giggles, wrapping an arm around Derek’s waist. “Well, we’ll just have to see what happens come midnight- your chances might be better if you get me the drink you promised me, though.”

“Anything for you,” Derek replies, gently lifting her free hand and pressing a chaste kiss to it like a Victorian gentleman. “Forget a glass of wine, I’ll get you the whole bottle.”

“I’m holding you to that.”

With that, they depart. Aaron watches them a little wistfully as they squeeze their way through the crowd, always keeping a hand on one another. He’s nothing but happy for Derek’s budding romance, of course, but he can’t help but wish that he could have something like that as well.

“I’ve never had a New Year’s kiss.”

Spencer’s soft voice from his left makes him turn back around.

“No?” Aaron says, trying and failing not to think too deeply about Spencer’s lips.

“No. Relationships haven’t historically been my strong point, so there’s never been anyone around to offer me one. I suppose I could find a random person, but if someone’s going to be orally swapping bacteria with me, even for a few seconds, I’d prefer to know them a little first.”

Aaron takes a sip of his whisky. “I haven’t in a long time, so you’re not alone.”

“I know. I’ve spent the last four New Years with you,” Spencer replies matter-of-factly, before darting off on a tangent. “Did you know, kissing at midnight is actually an old Scottish tradition? Hogmanay was introduced when the Vikings invaded, and one part of the celebrations involves welcoming friends and strangers alike, which apparently involves kissing them.”

“No, I didn’t. I guess I’ve never thought about where it came from.”

“Another tradition is First-Footing, although it’s definitely not as commonly practiced around here. The first person to enter the house should be a dark-haired man to ensure good luck. He’s supposed to bring gifts with him, such as coins, coal, or whisky, it can vary slightly regionally, I think. You’d be a good first-footer, I reckon- I mean, you’ve already got the whisky.”

“And the hair, I guess.”

“Mmm. Tall, dark, and handsome.”

Aaron’s glad he hadn’t just taken another sip of his drink, because after hearing Spencer use those words to describe him, he certainly would have spat it out in shock. He can feel his cheeks growing warm, and is incredibly glad of how dark it is in the bar. Spencer's very observant though, so it’s almost certain he’s already noticed Aaron’s flustered reaction however much he tries to hide it.

Before he can work out how to reply to that, a deafening shout ripples across the room.

“Ten!”

Spencer’s not just looking at Aaron in general any more, he’s looking into his eyes. His gaze flickers downwards as the countdown continues- oh God, is Spencer looking at his lips? Aaron finds himself setting his glass down as he unconsciously inches closer, barely daring to breathe.

“Six!”

Is this going to- surely not? But Spencer’s own lips are slightly parted now, his glass abandoned as well.

“Four!”

It’s only seconds, but each one feels like eons. The countdown fades slightly as Aaron’s heartbeat fills his ears.

“One!”

Aaron takes a deep breath, and before he can even make a move, the clock strikes midnight and Spencer leans in and kisses him.

It feels exactly like the fireworks that are going off outside.

[ghostoffuturespast]

So It Goes: Ch. 34 - RAM RAID

Her lashes stuck together as she read the caller ID on the holo. V screwed her face up, curious as to what she’d done to deserve such a prodigious wake up call. The merc considered getting up to answer but her current comfortable position robbed her of the willpower to do so. Plus, there was the added hassle of having to climb over a mountain just to get out. She double-checked to ensure the holo was on voice only before flicking the call through.

“Hello, V.”

She cleared her throat, trying to dislodge the sleep that had stuck it together.  “Jefferson? To what do I owe the pleasure?”

He caught the waver in her voice.  “Is now a good time?  If you’re in the middle of somethin’, I can call back.”

The new mayor-elect didn’t need to know that an unclothed V was tangled up in the sheets in the middle of her bed, wedged between a naked cat and a very beautiful and very naked man.

“No, it’s fine.”  V murmured into tawny skin, cool hands gliding over a muscled hip and ribs.  Her fingers traced an old thin scar.

Jefferson started.  “Alright.  Listen, I need your help again.  Matter’s… private.”

“Can I ask what this matter’s about?”

Shifting in her arms and ruffled from his slumber, River rolled over to face her while his brown organic eye squinted at her in accusation.

“Don’t want to go into too much over the holo, but we’ve had a break-in.  Circumstances are a little unusual.  Come by, I’ll lay it out, explain everything in person."

[arolesbianism]

Having Wickerbottom thoughts... She's so silly

[daisychainsandbowties]

Ava is a little shit calling bea pretty boy idk how Bea handled it cuz i melted through the floor reading that😭😭

-pretty boy anon🫣

i’m now weaponising pretty boy against everyone but especially myself

[breadmercury]

I am supposed to be writing a paper right now........ all I can think about is bg3

[sucharide]

no but I have been smacked with the most.... erotic Cardinal Copia fic idea... Stoner Copia may have to wait. This one.... This one is going to get you guys going, if I'm being entirely honest.