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basketonthedoorstepofthefbi · 24 days

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Spencer Reid x Read fic. Reid and Reader are friends, like best friends. Reader is always offering Reid donuts and listening to his fun facts and info dumps. It's one of those, they both like each other, but also are convinced the other doesn't like them.

Spencer is taking care of a slightly drunk reader whose grandmother called and asked why they're not engaged when they're younger sibling is married and expecting a child. At some point Spencer makes his ever classic comment about how it's safer to kiss and drunk reader, before being able to think, kisses Spencer. I hope that made sense.

OOPS I DID EXACTLY THAT

Safer to Kiss (Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader

Word Count: 2899

Warnings: Mentions of food, drinking alcohol, mild cursing, outdated expectations of women, and lots of pining

A/N: Hi I wrote this in 2 hours and was extremely entertained, please enjoy and if you send me a fic request I'll probably do it bc this is my hyperfixation hobby right now and very much keeping the demons at bay xD @bxm-1012 thank you for dropping by my inbox! I am VERY tempted to make a part 2 of this, I hope you enjoy! c:

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The whole expiration date thing that women faced was, in your humble opinion, complete and utter bullshit. Here you were, slowly approaching thirty (definitely still told people you were twenty-five, when, in fact, you were actually twenty-eight), and the biological clock was ticking. No, you didn’t want kids. Not right now, anyway. Not when you were only two years into your career as a profiler for the FBI’s prestigious Behavioral Analysis Unit. Not when you still had tons of things to check off your bucket list - go to Europe, visit an independent bookstore in every state, pilot a helicopter.

And you didn’t buy into that whole ‘once a woman hits thirty, her stock plummets’ crap. Not usually, anyway.

But Nan’s phone calls always left you questioning your existence.

Back home in Ohio, your little sister, Kendra, had just announced her pregnancy. Three years younger than you (ironically, the age you told everyone you were), and married to a power plant manager, Kendra was living the dream of a woman from the 1950s. You tried your best not to look down on it, to wish for more for her - but Kendra was happy. She’d always wanted to be a mother, and you couldn’t imagine anyone better suited for the role. There was nothing wrong with wanting to be a wife and a mother, to devoting one’s life to it. You reminded yourself of that every time you spoke to Kendra. You especially reminded yourself of it every time you spoke to Nan.

That sympathetic tone your grandmother used when she said, “Oh, Button, you’ll find someone eventually, and you’ll be just as happy as Kenny” was like nails on a chalkboard. You resisted the urge to gag into your speakerphone and simultaneously rip your grandmother a new one. You wanted so badly to explain to her that you were perfectly fulfilled with your life.

You helped lock up bad guys on a weekly basis, you wanted to remind Nan. Your brain was one of few that had been chosen for a task force that caught criminals based on their behavior. It was amazing, working for the BAU, bouncing ideas off of your colleagues, finding a family within this small group of people that spent more than forty hours a week together.

Nan didn’t see it that way. She wanted you to be just like Kendra. She wanted you to have that white picket fence in the suburbs, with a broad-shouldered husband and two little tykes running at your feet. Domestic bliss just wasn’t in the cards for you, you’d decided. And that was okay.

You were still reeling from your conversation with Nan the night before when you walked in to work on Monday morning. It was Derek who caught the raging RBF first. “Woah, pretty girl. Pump. Your. Brakes.” He said, halting you just as you entered the BAU’s bullpen, holding a hand up to stop you.

“Good morning to you, too, Derek,” You flashed him a phony grin, and he rolled his eyes.

“And you’re grumpy this morning… why, exactly?” Derek asked, turning to walk beside you, essentially escorting you to your desk.

“Because I’m allowed to be?” You proffered, shrugging your shoulders, not really wanting to talk about it with him. You loved Derek - hell, you loved all your coworkers - but he was not the person you wanted to go to with these thoughts. You didn’t really want to talk to anyone about it, actually. You just wanted to ride the cranky train until it came to a complete stop.

Emily was returning from the kitchenette with a fresh mug of coffee and decided that the conversation concerned her as well. “What’s going on?” she asked.

“Y/L/N’s wearing her cranky pants this morning,” Derek filled her in.

“Oh, those so don’t match your blouse, Y/N,” Emily teased, winking at you with a smirk before looking at Derek. “Cut her some slack. No one likes Mondays.” Derek held up his palms defensively. “Alright, alright. Forgive me for being a concerned citizen.”

“It’s appreciated,” You told Derek genuinely before setting your bag down at your desk. “But unnecessary.”

It wasn’t until later in the morning, around ten, that anyone bothered you about your obvious bad mood again. This time it was Spencer, the one person you couldn’t possibly be annoyed with. He rolled on his desk chair around the partition that separated your workspaces, holding his hand out expectantly, like he usually did this time of day.

Without speaking, you opened the bottom drawer of your desk and pulled out the white bag of mini powdered donuts that you always kept in stock. They were your guilty pleasure snack, and one of the first things you and Spencer bonded over when you started at the BAU two years ago. That, and the fact that you were the closest agents in age, was how you got along so well so quickly. Over several cases, varying in degrees of intensity, you and Spencer became really great friends. Best friends, actually.

There wasn’t anyone else in your life that you trusted more than Spencer Reid.

You opened the bag of powdered donuts and shook one haphazardly into Spencer’s palm, then grabbed one for yourself. Silently, you cheers-ed your donuts together, and ate them simultaneously, making weird-but-comfortable eye contact as you did.

“Derek says you’re in a bad mood today,” Spencer pointed out with a teasing smirk on his face. A smirk, and white sugar blanketing his upper lip.

“Derek’s full of shit,” you grinned after swallowing your snack, the smile on your face totally facetious. “I’m extremely happy.”

“I can tell,” Spencer snickered as you set the powdered donuts back in your snack drawer, closing it with a clank. You watched as he brought both of his legs up into his desk chair, crossing them like a kindergartner.

The action made your stomach flutter. You’d felt strongly about Spencer for a really long time, probably a year and half, if you had to try and pinpoint it. But there was no use in going down that road with him. For one thing, he was your best friend, and you didn’t want to risk flushing the best relationship in your life down the toilet. For another thing, you knew it was one hundred percent impossible that he could feel the same way.

“What’d you do this weekend?” Spencer asked, and you could tell by the question that he was trying to discover the source of your poor attitude.

“Stayed home, caught up on chores,” You said, crossing your knees and leaning back in your seat, your expression telling him that you knew exactly what he was doing. As much fun as playing mind games with Spencer was, you decided to throw him a bone. “Spoke to my grandmother on the phone last night.”

Spencer nodded understandingly. “Say no more,” he said with a chuckle. “She gave you the whole ‘when are you going to get married’ spiel again?”

You nodded. “Unfortunately. I usually don’t let it bother me, but for some reason it’s just, like, lurking in the back of my mind today.” You shrugged your shoulders and exhaled through your nose. “What about you?” You asked.

“What about me?” Spencer arched a brow, and you rolled your eyes playfully.

“What’d you do this weekend?”

“Oh,” Spencer began, pursing his lips for a moment, like he was hesitant to tell you. “I actually went on a date.”

Your stomach flipped. “Oh yeah?” You choked out, forcing a smile. “Who with?”

“That girl, Lisa, from the coffee shop, the one you told me wouldn’t stop ‘ogling my boy band hair’,” Spencer held up air quotes when he repeated your words from memory.

You recalled the cute barista from the coffee shop just down the highway from Quantico, a popular morning stop for agents on their way to work. You tried to stop the jealousy from turning your blood into fire. “How was it?” You asked, trying to resist the urge to sit on the edge of your seat, trying not to hang on his every word.

Spencer shrugged his shoulders. “It was okay. She was very nice, but there just wasn’t…” he trailed off, gesticulating as the words failed to come to that supercomputer brain of his.

“It was like a donut without powdered sugar on it?” You suggested with a small chuckle.

“Yeah,” Spencer agreed, nodding, meeting your eyes and smiling, mildly amused. “Exactly.”

Spencer went back to his desk a few minutes later, and the rest of the day went on. It was quiet, especially for a day at the BAU. There were, weirdly enough, no open cases right now, so you spent the day catching up on paperwork, which there was always plenty of.

You caught the elevator about ten minutes after five with Spencer in tow, and you held the door open for him. It was just the two of you as you made the descent from the sixth floor, and Spencer leaned against the back wall. “Plans tonight?” He asked.

“Not really, no,” You said, shaking your head. “Why, you want to do something?” You asked.

Spencer nodded. “There’s this landscape and nature photography exhibit at one of the galleries downtown,” he said. “Might be fun. There’s this artist, Milton Harvell, who takes photos of renowned locations around the world but zooms in on an obscure detail and gives the framed photograph to the person who correctly guesses the location.”

You smiled slowly at that. You loved it when Spencer went off on one of his tangents. You found it completely adorable. “It’s actually quite fascinating,” Spencer went on, an amused tone lining his voice, making it sound lighter. “Kind of like a Where’s Waldo, but in reverse. There was this one photograph he took of the Louvre in Paris, but he zoomed in really tightly on a young boy enjoying an ice cream cone. He even went so far as to edit the photograph to make it look like it was a different time of day. The four thousand and eighth person to view the photograph was the person who guessed the correct location.” Spencer’s head bobbed and he was smiling like an idiot.

God, you were down bad.

“Was the four thousand and eighth person… you?” You asked, narrowing your eyes at him scrupulously and allowing a teasing grin to cross your face.

“The photo’s hanging in my living room,” he confirmed.

You laughed softly. “Will there be alcohol at this function?” You asked him, and he nodded.

That was all you needed to hear.

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You and Spencer went straight to the art gallery from work, sharing a cab rather than bothering with your cars. You immediately bought a glass of red wine, and began to follow him around the gallery. You weren’t an art aficionado, not by any means, but you enjoyed looking at beautiful things, and you especially enjoyed spending time with Spencer that wasn’t hunched over a dead body or trying to map out a killer’s comfort zone. It was a rare occurrence, so you tried to soak it all up as much as possible.

Plus, your Nan’s words were still lingering in the back of your head. It’ll happen for you someday, Button. Men just don’t find you strong, career types attractive. Maybe you should soften up your look a little.

You downed your first glass of wine within ten minutes, and caught one of the catering staff passing out champagne almost instantaneously after. The champagne fizzled down your throat as you strolled with Spencer through the art gallery, listening intently as he went on about each piece, rattling off whatever contextual knowledge he had. But you were a little bit biased; you could listen to him list different types of soil and find it interesting.

After the glass of champagne came another glass of champagne, and by the time you made it to the main exhibit Spencer wanted to see, your cheeks were flushed. It wasn’t that you couldn’t hold your alcohol; rather, it just made you a little bit silly. Your inhibitions were lowered, just like it would affect anyone. But with your arm looped through Spencer’s and your Nan’s nagging message still in the back of your mind, you were perhaps a little more loose than usual.

As Spencer examined the exhibit, you tapped your foot, unable to keep still, and scanned the open space. Your eyes landed on another patron of the gallery, a conventionally handsome man about your age, and you found yourself unlooping your arm from Spencer’s, subconsciously not wanting to appear taken.

“Are you gonna go talk to that guy?” Spencer asked, and you snapped your eyes back to his. “Because you can, if you want to. Don’t let me stop you.”

It was almost like he was daring you to. Spencer’s jaw seemed tense as you examined his expression, the way his gorgeous brown eyes darted from the man and back to you. “You don’t mind?” You asked, arching a brow, almost like a challenge.

Spencer shook his head, his lips pursed. “Not at all. I’ll wait here for you?”

You nodded, and turned towards the man. There wasn’t any harm in getting a guy’s number, right? Your feelings for Spencer were a lost cause, anyway. Plus, as Nan liked to point out, you weren’t getting any younger.

The man’s eyes locked on yours and he seemed to understand that you were about to speak with him. He met you halfway, and you shook his hand. “Malcolm Greene,” he introduced himself, and you spouted off your own name in return. “You’re not here with that guy?” He asked, jerking his chin over to Spencer. Your eyes followed Malcolm’s, and you saw Spencer with his body turned towards the photography exhibit, but his head turned to the side, as if he were keeping an eye on you with his peripheral vision.

“Yeah, I am,” you said, and Malcolm’s head inclined to the side. “I am. I’m here with that guy,” you panicked, suddenly realizing in that moment that you weren’t interested in speaking with Malcolm. No, you had absolutely no interest in spending your time with any other man but Spencer Reid. “I just, uh…” Your cheeks flushed, and you stifled an awkward laugh, anxiously trying to come up with some excuse. “I came over here to tell you that your shoe was united.”

Your eyes followed Malcolm’s down to his shoes, which were loafers. Laceless loafers. Malcolm’s mouth opened as if to point this out to you, but you managed to stammer words out first. “Ok, well, have a great night, goodbye!” You turned on your heel and marched back over to Spencer, your cheeks red as you reached out for his arm.

Spencer furrowed his brows down at you as your arm gripped his. “I need another glass of wine,” you confessed.

Twenty minutes later, after two more glasses of wine and a very watchful eye out for Malcolm, you and Spencer left the art gallery. You were awfully giggly on the cab ride back to your place, cracking puns and humming along to the radio intermittently. Spencer seemed to be amused, but more so concerned with getting you home in one piece.

As he walked you up the stairs to the door of your apartment building, he was teasing you about your conversation with Malcolm, which you still hadn’t told him completely about. “I still can’t believe you didn’t get his number. You were talking with him for exactly two minutes and twelve seconds. What, in that short of an amount of time, could have turned you off to him so quickly?” He pondered aloud, a playfully mocking tone lining his voice.

“Listen, I shook his hand! I had my fun!” You exclaimed, bursting into laughter as you leaned against the handrail of the stairs that led up to the door. “Good, clean fun!”

“You know, the number of pathogens that are passed during a handshake is staggering. It’s actually safer to kiss someone,” Spencer rattled off, and your eyes snapped to meet his.

You don’t know what took you over. Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it was the way the street lamps reflected in the irises of his eyes, or how you stood just a few inches away from him. Maybe it was his stupid tweed blazer, how he looked like a tenured art history professor despite barely being thirty years old. Maybe it was the way he smelled like pine and printer ink, a combination you wouldn’t have ever thought was attractive.

But when Spencer said that, you stood up on your toes and kissed him. It was slow and innocent at first, until it passed the border into lingering, and Spencer’s hands found your hips, pulling your body closer to his. There was a cool night breeze that filtered through the space between your bodies, and by the time you pulled your lips away from Spencer’s, and slowly opened your eyes, you were completely red in the face and breathless.

No, that certainly wasn’t the safest choice you could have made.

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read part 2 here

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ultram0th · 7 months

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31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 16: Himbo

Info │ 01 │ 02 │ 03 │ 04 │ 05 │ 06 │ 07 │ 08 │ 09 │ 10 │ 11 │ 12 │ 13 │ 14 │ 15 │ 16

Derek Hale sat in the corner of the bar, brooding over life in general. The sourwolf had a deep frown set onto his face, scowling at nothing specifically— his foul mood creating a dark aura about him.

He finished his whiskey on the rocks and was about to ask for another one, when the bartender (some peppy guy with dyed blue hair) set down a large glass of beer in front of him. The golden drink must’ve been extra-carbonated because tons of tiny bubbles floated around like crazy in it.

Derek cocked his eyebrow up at the bartender. “I didn’t—”

“It’s on the house,” the bartender interrupted him. “It’s a new brand called ‘Bubbly Beer’.”

“‘Bubbly Beer’?” Derek repeated incredulously, almost scoffing at the stupid sounding name. The tough alpha wouldn’t be caught dead drinking such a ridiculous drink.

Still, free was free.

Shrugging his shoulders, Derek brought the glass to his lips and took a tentative sip of the bubble-filled beer. It was sickeningly sweet and the carbonation made the drink more akin to soda than actual beer.

Derek grimaced at the drink, nearly gagging. He hated sweets.

However, the alcohol content must’ve been high, because after that singular sip of beer, Derek could already feel a slight buzz. His brain felt a little foggy and it actually seemed to dull his angst.

“Meh,” he hummed. “Does the trick, I guess.”

Derek took another sip.

The fog settled in deeper, and a dazed grin formed on Derek’s face. He leaned back further into his chair, unaware of the knowing smirk from the bartender. He struggled to think back to what was bothering him in the first place.

He happily brought the glass back up to his lips, but this time he took a couple gulps of the beer.

Derek’s smile grew a little larger, but it almost subsided when he started to feel a little warm. Like a sudden total wave of heat crashing upon him, Derek suddenly felt incredibly uncomfortable. His white button down shirt was suddenly a bit too thick for his liking, and having it buttoned up all the way made him feel awkward, almost like he was wearing a large tent.

In an attempt to gain some sort of ease, Derek reached up and undid the top four buttons of his shirt.

“That’s soooooo much better,” he sighed, his goofy grin coming back full force once he wasn’t completely covered. His toned pecs were slightly exposed to the cool air of the bar.

Derek took a few more gulps of the beer.

The legs of the chair groaned loudly as Derek squirmed around. His chest felt heavier and his arms kept colliding with his sides in a way that they hadn’t before… right?

Derek’s heart raced in his beefy chest for a moment, but he quickly shrugged his anxiety away as he glanced down at his meaty muscletits. His massive pecs were barely covered by the button down shirt that they strained against, his nubby nipples poking teasingly against the fabric. His large biceps bulged out of his straining sleeves, constantly bumping against pecs and lats, hindering each one of Derek’s movements. And lastly, the werewolf rocked back and forth on his humongous bubblebutt that strained his jeans to bursting, the big ass making it look like Derek was sitting on a bunch of cushions.

Derek caught a nerdy guy sneak a peek at him from across the bar, and he couldn’t resist lifting one of his big arms to flex a powerful bicep.

The nerd’s jaw dropped, yet he quickly recomposed himself and stood up, slowly heading over towards Derek.

Derek finished off the last of the bubbly beer, setting the empty glass onto the bar.

“Um, h-hey,” the small nerdy guy smiled at Derek. “What brings you here all alone?”

Derek smiled back full force at the other guy, his cock rocketing to life. The ten inch monster snaked down his pant leg noticeably, looking like he was stuffing a summer sausage down his pants.

“Oh y’know,” Derek chirped back, “I’m just, like, totally out here looking for cute guys!” He giggled at the end of his statement, biting down on his lower lip as he ran his eyes up and down hungrily over the nerd’s body.

The nerd smiled back nervously, nearly drooling over Derek’s bulbous muscletits. “Well,” he said, “I’m about to ditch this place, if you wanna come with?”

“Sure!” Derek quickly said, practically hopping out of his chair. He snatched a tight hold of the smaller guy’s hand and began to walk towards the exit.

Derek paused for a brief second, feeling as if something was wrong. His gait was thrown off by the constant jiggling of his bubblebutt behind him, and he had to arch his back slightly to account for his huge pecs. Plus, his head felt so slow.

And he was so painfully horny!

Despite himself, all he seemed to be able to focus on was cock and getting his big butt stuffed full with the nerd’s. His lust took over and that foggy sensation clouded over his brain again, effectively silencing that alarm bell.

“Like, this is totally gonna be the best night ever!” Derek cheered as he wiggled his hips, causing his big butt to bounce wildly, loving the lustful look in the nerd’s eyes.

#31 days of derek hale #derek hale #tyler hoechlin #Muscle #musclegrowth #pecs #straight-to-gay #butt #butt growth #big pecs #Himbo #Himboification #Himbo TF #Femme #Ditzy

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 1 year

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hello there

can you recommend ABO sterek fics woth omega stiles where Omegas are “rare” and precious and not inferior or a shame?

thanks

Hey anon! @midnightwinterhawk found these for you. They threw in a steter just to round it out cause there aren't a lot. Enjoy!

First Choice by infiniteeight

(1/1 I 4,482 I Explicit I Steter)

Stiles has been looking forward to his Choosing, when he gets to pick out his first alpha mate, for years. Somehow, it goes even better than he hoped for.

We Grew A Little And Knew A Lot by attackofthezee (noxlunate), noxlunate

(1/1 I 15,851 I Explicit I Sterek)

“So, you do like me though?”

“No, I hate you and I’ve spent a ton of time and money trying to make you happy for no reason at all.” Derek deadpans and Stiles can’t help it, he smiles blindingly at Derek and leans in, smashing their mouths together.

A Royal Christmas Engagement by skoosiepants

(1/1 I 25,866 I Explicit I Sterek)

Young omega Warden Lord Mieczysław Stilinski, given the royal request of marrying Crown Prince Derek Hale of Triskelion, predictably messes the whole entire thing up.

Or –

An arranged marriage, mistaken identity, a/b/o, accidental heat fic

Feral Formalities by Aleandri

(3/3 I 27,589 I Mature I Sterek)

"There was silence as no one seemed to breath at the table.

Derek had just gifted Stiles, an unmated Omega, with food.

Right in front of another Alpha.

Who he was on a date with.

To discuss being heat partners...."

AND

@anowlnamedpig suggested this one!

Untouchable by Hedwig221b

(1/1 I 17,107 I Explicit)

The day Stiles Stilinski entered the Berkeley campus was the day all the alphas went absolutely fucking nuts.

See, omegas were rare, even more than redheads. Got to be extremely fucking lucky to even see one in a lifetime. They were supposed to be these ethereal creatures of beauty and elegance, irresistible and blinding.

And Stiles Stilinski was exactly that.

#teen wolf #sterek #steter #stiles stilinski #derek hale #peter hale #alpha/beta/omega #omega!stiles

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redheadjustin · 2 years

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Hello! Can I request a criminal minds x male reader where the reader is a little younger than the rest of the team (like maybe a few years younger than Reid)? Maybe the reader gets hurt and the whole team are super protective? Thanks! :))

So, you were painfully shy when you started working. For one thing you were younger than Ried by four years. but , you are just as smart and even more hard working as Reid. But you were also given your own office, not just a desk in the bullpen. You were a profiler but you were also a media lesasion.

You were heavily distrusted at first as you were brought in by Struass. The last time this happened it was with Emily and that caused tons of issues. You kept your head down and worked hard and tried to stay out of everyone’s way.

Penelope snooped through your personal file and the second she saw your military record she softened to you. After all, you fit the “youngest child profile”.

You were the youngest of four boys. And always overshadowed by your older brothers. When you had gotten the best grades in your class? Oh there was your oldest brother joining the military. When you were the best on your soccer team? Your second oldest brother was the star quarterback. When you were made captain of your debate team? Your third brother was writing songs and sending them to record labels. So you spent most of your life compared to your brothers.

Penelope is the one to get you addicted to mugs. You also make sure to get some from your favorite movies. You make sure to give her a chocolate bar every morning so she can stay sweet.

Emily always makes sure you leave the office by ten PM or If you’re on a case, the field office or police station. She’s also the one in charge of making sure you don’t do something stupid. You confide in her a lot of the time as you feel that she’s the sister you never had. When the whole Doyle thing went down she responded the most to the threat on your life. When you thought she was dead you visited her grave every friday after work no matter how late. You ghosted her for about seven weeks after she returned. You were the most affected besides Spencer. You forgave her eventually but you never had the relationship you did before her fake death.

You met JJ just as she left the BAU. You were a bit intimidated to be taking her place but you also felt happy that you could take the burden off of JJ. Whenever you get confused or conflicted about the media, she's the one who helped you and you couldn’t have learned from a better teacher. You trusted her a bit less when Emily returned but you eventually forgave her. You quickly became Henry's second favorite uncle and you loved talking comics with him. Will thought you were a good kid. You and JJ are very close and after everytime you kill an unsub it’s her that checks on you.

Spencer and you are like twins. Despite being four years younger than the brainiac, you shared a lot of his struggles growing up. You and Spencer share a lot of your theories during cases to each other. You honestly think Spencer is smarter than Bill Gates. Every year on your birthday Spencer surprises you with an autographed item and you always try to object but he shrugs it off.

Dereck Morgan. The missing fourth older brother. You honestly think he’d fit in with your family. But, unlike your real brothers, Derek lets you shine and always gives you credit. You also love to play soccer with him. You also watch tons of sports with him.

Hotch considers you his son and you consider him your father. He’s strict with you but you can tell there’s no malice behind it. He is the one to profile you and makes it clear that while you’re the youngest you wouldn’t be swept under the rug. The fact Hotch told you this to your face told you that Hotch could be trusted. And that trust never wavered even after Emily’s fake death. You trusted him more than your real family. You’re also the one to help Jack with soccer practice and the little boy is in awe of your skill. You even gave Jack your first pair of cleats.

Ah papa Rossi. Dave is like your grandfather and you have one of the most intimate relationships with him. He teaches you how to cook and you are all the better for it. He also is the one to escort you to the morgue during cases. You’ve seen death, how could you not have been in the military? He thinks you’ve seen enough death and worries about you having PTSD so he’s there with you to help. He also gets you tons of Chicago Cubs merch.

You’re part of the BAU family and though it’s crazy it’s where you belong and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#x male! reader #x male reader #male reader #male reader insert #headcanons #aaron hotchner x male reader #aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds x male reader

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aphverse-confessions · 3 months

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"Everything after mystreet season 3 sucks"

Completely fails to acknowledge just how much better Garroth gets after season 3. In Season 4 it's still wobbly, but after that while mystreet 5 is a bad season. Garroth's characterization in mystreet season 5 (and the other seasons after mystreet season 4) are way better than in any mystreet season before.

He is shown to feel guilty and blame himself for things outside of his control that season.

He is incredibly nice and caring to Kim and looks out for her.

He shows depth and remorse; he voices who he still has nightmares after the lodge.

He is a better brother to Zane after season 4.

And while he spends most of his time being silly. In the season 5 finale, after he looks in the ultima eyes, he doesn’t blame him(unlike Derek and his dad), understands Aaron didn't mean to, and was in distress. And on top of that goes out of his way to say that it was his own fault and he should’ve looked out better.

And while he was in tons of pain, he smiled through it and wanted the rest to enjoy themselves while he was on the brink of dying.

And in mystreet season 6, after they discussed people turning into relics as a plan to defeat Michael. And the fear that they may never return. Garroth was the first person to say that he could do it, ready to sacrifice himself before any of the others.

And again Garroth is a way better brother to Zane after season 4 and the forever potion scene was gut wrenching and made so many people cry.

Not saying you have to like everything post mystreet season 3, or add it to your rewrite. But I see so many people write off everything after mystreet season 3 as bad. Meanwhile mystreet Garroth after season 4 is just far greater than before.

#aphmau #aphblr #aphverse #aphmau confessions #aphmau mystreet #mystreet

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sterekchub · 3 months

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Derek works as a trainer at an aquatic amusement park. The whales are rubbing off on him.

I’m picturing a park stuck in the 80s. The local aquatic park that should have been closed 10 years ago, and back in its glory days was overflowing with guests. And now it sits luckily to see 100 guests a day, with 80s lighting and fake plastic plants around the walkways, with the dolphin tanks empty.

Stiles is an environmental activist who comes by on weekends- their busiest days, to protest. The staff all know him by name.

Including Derek, nephew of the owner and reluctant whale “trainer”. He has no experience or education on animals other than having worked in the park since he was young. They do the best they can, but failing attendance means falling revenue, and they cut corners where they can. It also means their one orca whale left in captivity isn’t going to have a tank mate anytime soon.

But the whale shows are still one of their few draws. So three times a day on weekends, Derek pulls on his 80s wetsuit and stands by the tank throwing fish into the water for the orca to catch, and lecturing the crowd about whale facts that he could recite in his sleep.

Stiles was at his latest show, which was usual: he had always protested from outside their gates and Peter had made it pretty clear not to allow him further in.

“I thought you didn’t want to support this place?”

Stiles grins. “Who said I bought a ticket?”

“I could have you arrested. You better not be here to vandalize anything.”

“Maybe I just had questions about whales.”

Derek snorted. If not wasn’t on his prewritten script, he didn’t know it.

“You know they do better in packs, right?”

“She was a rescue and her 2 packmates died.”

“So why keep her here?”

“We are a business,” Derek sighed. “We have to make money and whale shows are the only thing that bring people in. No money, no animal care or rescue. All our animals get the best medical care and treatment.”

“That you can afford.”

Derek walked away. Stiles didn’t follow him. That night, he dreamed he was in the middle of the ocean, alone with no one around. Tired of swimming, he decided to open his mouth, but instead of drowning he found himself filling up with water like an expanding water balloon.

***

Stiles started making a habit of coming to each of his shows. And every night after, Derek would have strange dream.

“Did you know male orcas weigh about 5 tons?”

“Rosie is a female.”

A disconcerting grin. “I know.”

That night Derek dreams his wet suit is stuck during one of his shows. He tugs and pulls and when it does finally come lose, waves of blubber come spilling out. It takes him a few minutes to realize that it’s all *him*- a belly that hangs to his knees, moobs sagging down on top it, and love handles and side rolls that seem to stack on top of each other endlessly….

***

“Some orcas eat 500lbs a day.”

“She only eats 200-300 pounds.”

“Maybe you don’t feed her enough.”

“Maybe you should work here,” Derek shot back, “since you seem to know everything.”

That night he was walking up to Rosie’s tank…except instead of seeing her, or seeing any water at all, the tank enclosure was filled with nothing but comically large foods . Derek found himself climbing up the ladder and throwing himself in, landing on top of a burger bun, which cushioned his fall….

***

“Orcas have been known to eat seals or even penguins.”

“We don’t feed her penguins. Or seals.”

“Why not?”

“Go home, Stiles.”

He can’t seem to get out of his dream. He’s in bed, and when he goes to move he finds he just…can’t. Feels heavy and weighed down and even his arms don’t seem to want to move. He opens his eyes and all he sees is a flesh colored mountain obscuring his view, pushing up against his chins, making it hard to breathe..::he wakes up gasping for air and is late to work in the morning.

****

Two weeks after Stiles first visits into the park, Derek comes into work to see a crane over the orca tank.

Peter looks less upset than Derek thought he would be losing the star of their park.

“Could try and get dolphins back.”

Peter shakes his head. “I’ve been having some words with that activist and….I must say he has some compelling ideas.”

“An animal free aquarium doesn’t bring in customers!”

“Don’t worry, nephew. This is a first of its kind idea….”

****

Derek wakes up that night to a bag over his head and someone binding his hands and dragging him out of bed.

***

A year later, a brand new sign is added to entrance to the whale stadium and tank. “Opening Next Month: Hale the Human Whale!”

Stiles sits in Derek’s old wetsuit by the feeding pen, where Derek is sitting in shallow water, no more than six feet, cheeks swollen and mouth closed around a feeding pump. Stiles checks the tank, remarking “good job, Der! Only 50,000 calories left” before jumping into the water and starting to massage and oil Derek’s mounds of blubber to try and reduce the new collection of stretchmarks that seemed to appear overnight.

After months and months of being pumped full of high-calorie slop, Derek stopped protesting. He was just a ideal whale. It had been so long since he had been able to move let alone walk, and now he could roll over and float around in this shallow tank.

When the feeding tank was finally empty, Derek rolled over and let his food swollen belly hang down, the sheer weight and pressure of the nearly half ton ball of lard take off his back. Belly rumbling, he opened his mouth and let out a long, deep belch.

Stiles laughed. “Sorry, I don’t speak whale…and now you’re fed, time to train!”

Derek was too full to care about how humiliating it was to roll over and do tricks command. He liked food. He needed more food to keep him pleasurably full and aching and increasingly heavier and heavier.

Stiles held a bucket of shrimp and said “roll!” Derek obliged, the movement causing his stuffed gut to protest and another rumbling burp escaped.

“Speak!”

“Want….more.” Derek grunted. Stiles tossed him the entire bucket and he finished it in a matter of seconds. After a few more minutes of lazily bobbing around in the water, Stiles pushed him back towards his feeding tube.

“Eat up. Show opens in a month and you need to be at least a ton by then… can’t have people thinking we don’t feed our animals!”

Derek was too busy eating to hear him.

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cookinguptales · 8 months

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I guess what's so frustrating is that it was almost everything I've ever wanted. I've always wanted Guillermo to not be content being a vampire or a human but some third unique thing. I've always wanted Guillermo to realize that he was pinning all of his hopes of change on being a vampire when really he had to learn to love himself as-is. I loved that Nandor was the only one who saw that Guillermo really wouldn't make a good vampire, and that's why he didn't change him. I just about died when Nandor pointed that stake at himself.

But christ, the details. I hate that Laszlo spent an entire season working on a cure when he should have known about the blood thing from Jenna and it was apparently also common knowledge that killing Derek would fix things. I hate that Nandor believed in s3 that killing the sire would kill all vampires (with no exclusion being made for young ones) and now he suddenly has this knowledge that killing a sire won't hurt Guillermo. They didn't even know if any of that stuff was real or a myth, but suddenly they know the nitty-gritty details?

(Why did he even summon the djinn if he'd already exhausted all of his wishes offscreen and had a way to return Guillermo to being a human? It's not like he minded killing Derek, who humiliated him. Was it just to remind us that they hadn't forgotten him?)

If we'd seen Nandor learning all this. Like if it had come out that the books he was reading were about Van Helsing blood or alternative turnings or what happens when you kill a sire or something. If we'd seen Laszlo learning this, so the rest of his actions this season would make any sense at all. If it had been more than "Guillermo didn't want to drink blood", which again, doesn't make a ton of sense. How would the doctors, The Baron, and Laszlo not think of that when Nadja talks about it like it's common knowledge in s1?

And to have Guillermo, instead of finding some power that's all his, going back to being not just a human, but one who takes orders. I always wanted Guillermo's arc to be about learning he didn't need vampiric powers to be who he really is. He has his own power. In this, he didn't gain power or true understanding of himself; the implication is just that he was too squeamish to have power and now he's... going back to cleaning up corpses when Nandor tells him to. He's going back to who he was before, not growing into someone new.

I'm frustrated because this could have been (and should have been, imo) an arc about Guillermo coming to accept himself and his power as-is. Realizing what he truly wants, and that being a vampire won't fix things. Realizing when crucifixes burned him that he was giving up his true power rather than trading it in for something better.

But instead it became less about claiming your power than it was about giving it up. They spent an entire season treating Guillermo better only to revert back to treating him poorly in the end. He spent an entire season gaining interesting powers only to give them up in the end and replace them with nothing new. He's... back on corpse duty.

So much of this series has been about Guillermo finding out that he had powers that were different from the ones he'd always wanted, but strong nevertheless. It's always been about him being just as powerful in the vampires, in his own way. This season... we don't really see that. And that's frustrating.

idk man, I'm just. Frustrated, I guess. It's so much more frustrating when you can see kernels of something great. I can't even feel satisfied with the parts I did like, not yet. I'm just disappointed, I guess.

#wwdits spoilers #wwdits tag #maybe tagging it this way won't get me any more shitty anons lmao

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christinesficrecs · 1 year

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Screamed when I realized you were still an active blogger! Just starting to get back into Sterek. Do you know many fics like The Mating Privilege? So they are dating but have to pretend not to and Derek basically ends up neglecting Stiles and their relationship? A lot of older stories don’t have a ton of tags so thought I’d give it a try:) thanks lovely!

Welcome back! ❤️ Well not very many, but here are a few.

The Mating Privilege by Kikileduc | 35.3K | Mature

Stiles and Derek have been happily mated. The pack is doing well, but in hopes of creating alliances for it to do better, Derek accepts a neighboring pack's request to allow two wolves to join the Hale-McCall pack for a full moon cycle. They hope to form a blood-tie, or at least a long term friendship between the two packs. The issue is Kohona, the tribal leader's daughter, has her eyes set on an unavailable alpha wolf. This could have drastic consequences for their young emissary, however...

I don't like the way she's looking at you (I'm starting to think you want her too) by May_Belle | 13.7K | Mature

It has to look like you and Derek haven't fucked on every flat surface of this house this week alone so that Tessa sees Derek as a strong, totally available alpha that she can possibly make several babies with one day."

Or the one where Stiles and Derek pretend they aren't completely in love with each other for the sake of a possible pack alliance.

Taught by Experts by unpossible | 29K

“Let me get this straight,” Stiles says. “You’re going to be publicly dating someone else.”

How I Long For Yesterday by sweetbutterbliss | 6K | Mature

Stiles blinks, his throat going dry, and he moves his thumb without thinking - liking the post. He feels a surge of petty satisfaction. At least the fucker will know he knows now. He stands up, his body feeling too heavy, and he blows out the already guttering candles. He lets out a sob of frustration when the last one won't fucking blow out. But he sucks it back in and bites down on his tongue, using his thumb and forefinger instead.

He throws himself into their empty bed without undressing. He lies there repeating the words 'Derek blew me off for Isaac' over and over. He tells himself to shut up while rearranging his pillow violently, but he goes to sleep with the refrain continuing its painful loop.

Viridian by betp | 5.9K

Dude, forget Stiles."

#asks #sterek fics #ficrecs #derek neglects stiles #pretending not to date #derek hale is bad at feelings #oh the angst

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cove-simp · 2 years

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Spicy Derek Headcanons

18 + !!! All the stuff mentioned below is when Derek and player are in Step 4

Given that he’s been in love with you since you were 13 and he’s always been too busy for a relationship, you’re likely his first for everything

What he lacks in skill in the beginning, he makes up for in effort

He's very coachable

Overall, pretty vanilla

Kinda into delayed gratification for himself

Likes to see how long he can put off his release while pleasuring you

Usually tops, but is open to bottoming also if you really wanted to

Switch for sure; he's a team player and very adaptable

Probably would have a breeding kink 😳

Isn’t above sneaking away at parties for a quick tryst

I don’t think he’d go all the way, but definitely finds a little heavy petting thrilling

Very confident in the bedroom

Likes to show off his strength a little bit

Like playfully throwing you on the mattress, maneuvering you into different positions with ease, etc

Wouldn’t think of something like using his strength to fuck you against the wall himself, but he’s very open to suggestions

But, he’d have a hard time being rough with you; his default is loving caresses

With a little encouragement from you, he could be coaxed to give it a try

Has a ton of stamina from working out so much

Absolutely would incorporate exercises into his workout routine that would help him be a better lover in the bedroom after you get together

Very into body worship

He puts a lot of time into his form; it’s only right to acknowledge his hard work and dedication ;)

If he knows you’re a bit insecure about part of your body, he’ll make sure to give that area little extra attention

Very communicative, and curses like a sailor when he feels good

Unsurprisingly, he's a romantic lover

Would be the type to arrange a bubble bath, candles and rose petals included

Literally the king of aftercare

While GB patch has mentioned he’d be a butt man, I do think your chest could probably persuade him otherwise

Seeing your open back also really gets him going

Other turn-ons include:

Smelling like him/ using his products

Seeing you interact with little kids

the wording is so weird on this one 🙃 but basically thinks you'd be a great parent and thinking of you having his kids gets him going

Complimenting him a ton

Affectionate touches

Doesn't even have to be sexual, just innocent loving touches

Very open to shower sex (once he has a big enough bathroom lol)

#spicy content #derek suarez #our life derek #Derek Suarez dlc #Derek our life dlc #derek x reader #derek suarez x reader #derek suarez x jamie last #derek x jamie last #derek suarez headcanon #my writing

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2023 art review!

Even if this year wasn't the biggest on art, due to my physical condition (especially in last couple of months), it would still be nice to look back on what i did as an artist throughout it!

This is gonna be a fun ride...

So, let's dive straight into it, shall we?

Continuation under the cut

January

2023 started on a high note, with me just having finished the King piece, and moving on to the next big thing, being an AvA3/5 double piece.

Sadly, during the process i messed up big time which led to me being unable to finish the piece the way i wanted to, rendering this project an eternal WIP. However, i still cherish the idea and do wish to either redraw, or complete it.

February

Doing 2 big projects one after another did end up affecting my overall drive, so i spent majority of that month just making sketches.

First one is a little redraw/redesign of my old character - Derek, whom i used for a roleplay with my friends like 3 or 4 years ago, and second one is Deach, a character from my fantasy setting.

Also, back then i joined a new fandom, people in which have reminded me of my admiration for SCP, after which me and my friends proceeded to make OCs for it. Was a fun time! (Also this access card was sold by me as a YCH, sadly i couldn't really find buyers, so yikes)

March

By march is slowly started recovering from january's disappointement and was a bit more productive already. One of my friends really helped with it too.

A musician friend of mine reached out to me, asking to develop a design for a villain character in the plot he was working on. After listening to the theme song i couldn't resist. This ended up being one of my favorite designs so far, and i adore its look in neon.

In the meantime, i kept working on my fantasy setting, refining more minor details of designs and stories, yet having to reserve only to making sketches as i was too busy with college and other projects. Characters you see on screen are Ian and Lanfor respectfully. One is a strong yet troubled mage and other is a great Emperor, and even better person.

April

I'd say april was one of the most productive months of this year, mostly because i managed to snatch some time for myself and my setting, which allowed me to complete two full pieces and achieve some extreme progress with my story.

This piece is an illustration to a scene i wrote for two of the characters, Lanfor and Emile, called "Night Visitor". This was a scene of a reunion of two old friends. A bittersweet, yet a lovely work. Love both the written one as well as the illustration.

This one was more of a... Proof of concept. Needed to test out the expresiveness of the design for one or a relatively new characters - Covlar. Was originally a simple sketch on paper, but i couldn't resist the urge of making it into a complete illustration. I then proceeded to make a few notes for this scene. Both want to write it properly and avoid it at all cost... Best to avoid it, for my own sanity.

May

May was a bit of trainwreck, because i got a brand new laptop, which took me quite some time to get used to and even more time to reassure myself that it is in fact alright for me to draw on this suspicioiusly thin piece of tech.

Ironically enough, the only vomplete piece i drew that month was drawn on my old laptop. This screenshot redraw was to made to honour the premiere of AvA6 ep.1. Sadly, i did it a bit late because fo technical issues, but i still had a ton of fun doing it.

June

June was... Chaotic, to say the least. Mostly because i finally got comfortable with the new laptop and could now draw a lot more freely due to it being a lot more compact than the original one, which worked almost like a PC. Besides, i got a ton more free time because semester finals ended up being a breeze.

Ended up making a ton sketches and doodles, that i didn't actually plan to finish, but still enjoyed a ton. Here are some of them

Then, ofc, the memes and the gand redesign, because AvA6 just had to break all of my portrayals. But, i mean, after AvM s3 my original designs did become a bit dated.

The biggest pride and saddest of failures was this picnic piece, however. I still plan on finishing it, but it is hard doing so, when i have changed quite a bit of my artstyle by now.

July

July was quite lazy. Semester ended and i spent that entire month out of the city. It was a great time, very peaceul indeed.

And again, that musician friend from before came into clutch, asking me to develop another design for his other project. And again a villain. He said he really liked how i draw bastard type of characters.

August

Well this is where fun began. End of summer break means i have just this much time to actually draw something i would never have time to draw normally.

For me to draw something to commemorate a new episode is almost like a tradition at this point. And, given how long it's been since i made anything that would require effort, no wonder i have chosen arguably the most complex piece to pull off energy-wise. Yet i did and now i simply adore this piece, even if it did render me disabled. (I crunched through all of this piece, pulling off 40+ hours of work in just 4 days, so naturaly it ended up worsening my condition by a lot)

Then i also proceeded to do all of these tiny side projects, like Victim ask, which i couldn't last long at due to my condition, and working on a design for my favourite streamer. (Which i cannot show as the work is not complete an it's best if i avoid spoilers)

September and October

These two months i spent being unable to draw at all via a doctor's advice. Arguably, these two were the hardest months for me to handle.

I assume you can imagine how hard it is to suddenly stop being able to do what you love, regardless of how much you wish to do it.

Novemer

*Nervous laughter* I... actually still wasn't allowed to use my hand, but that didn't stop me and i ended up making an entire series of sketches to celebrate AvA6 ep2.

"Small in big quantity will sure be less exhausting than a single big thing" - (C) Me, proably

I will admit, i still adore all of these sketches and each of them deserves to become a fully fledged piece in it's own right, but i really better keep them as they are. For my own safety.

December

As you way have expected, this month will stay without a single thing from me. It's not because i don't want to, but because i can't. And, given the circumstance, it better stay that way.

Afterword

I finally got my diagnosis and soon enough i will start active treatment for my condition. It would be a shame to make this worse than it already is with impulses like those that happened in november, so i am making this post as a way to draw a line for myself.

It is still kinda crazy to realize that there are quite a few people interested in what i make, so i will make sure to take my recovery as responcible as possible, and then come back to you with even more art in the upcoming year! Let's be positive about it.

#alan becker #animation vs animator #ava #illustration #ava fanart #animation vs minecraft #avm #artists on tumblr #2023 art #yearly art summary #oc art #original character #digital art #No character tags because there are too many of them

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lucky-bishop · 9 months

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It's that day again! Tagged by @dear-massacre; here's a snippet I wrote today from my Feral Peter S1 AU for this year's @steter-bang! I'm getting close to the end on this fic now, and I'm going to miss writing it! It's honestly been a ton of fun.

He tries to think about the positive side of things - it’s clearly not a fluke that Peter wants him. With the seriousness that Derek described mating, and the two amazing kisses that they’ve shared so far, Stiles can surmise that Peter is just as into this as he is. And that - that’s everything that Stiles has ever wanted. Someone who wants him just as much. His dad clearly thinks of him as a burden. Scott was quick to ditch him for Allison, and now even for Derek and his werewolf training. Lydia never gave him the time of day until she needed him to make a point at the dance, and even then it was obvious she didn’t care about him the way he used to care about her. Peter’s his match. There’s no doubt about it. They go toe-to-toe. Peter values a lot of the same things that Stiles does, and supports him even on things that he doesn’t understand, like his taste in movies (the comparison to Peter’s favorites had not worked out, though Peter sat through all the current Marvel movies anyway). And Stiles wants to support him just as much. He’s never hunted deer before, never been interested, but last night just felt right, the way everything has with Peter. He doesn’t have to put up pretenses around him. He can be more vulnerable with Peter than with anyone else, and who better to protect him than an alpha werewolf? Everything else just seems short-sighted. What does school, or lacrosse, or hanging out with Scott matter in the face of having a perfect match? Some people go their entire lives without finding something like what Stiles has with Peter. He’s not going to throw that away. In time, they’ll understand. Or they’ll lose him, like Stiles told his dad earlier. It would hurt, Stiles thinks, to walk away from the life that he’s had so far in Beacon Hills. But not as much as losing Peter would hurt. He knows that for sure, because his chest aches just at the thought of it. Funny enough, his first instinct at feeling that pain in his chest is to howl.

#steter #wip wednesday #my writing #steter bang 2023 #stiles is losing it and that's an L for him but a W for me #tee hee

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storiesofsvu · 1 year

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Start of Something New

Derek Morgan x reader (kinda…it’ll make sense i promise) Warnings: language, mentions of loss of a parent, comfort all the way through otherwise. Covers the "holiday movies" for my bingo and the "neighbors" square of @resanoona 3k bingo!

You were slumped on your couch, doom scrolling through your phone in a feeble attempt to distract yourself when you heard a festive playlist burst to life on the other side of the wall. It wasn’t that the walls were paper thin but your living room shared a wall with Derek’s living room and you could often hear anything over certain volume going either way. It was one of the way the two of you had become friends. You’d exchanged phone numbers pretty early on after moving in, just to make sure if there ever were problems you could shoot off a text instead of having to climb off the sofa and wander down the hall to knock on the door. Then there was one night of TV binging where the same theme song could be heard through the wall at the same time, after hour three your phone buzzed with a text, Derek teasing you about your obsession and you shot back that he was doing the exact same. The next text that came through was him inviting you over for a few episodes and a beer and your friendship was born.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the sound of the Christmas music flowing through the air, you used to love the holiday, but it was really all a sham that you could finally see through. You figured Derek was setting up for some stupid Christmas date night, which made you grumble, pulling the blanket tighter around your body as you turned up the volume on your phone. About twenty minutes later you heard the tell tale knock on the wall separating your apartments and you let out an audible groan.

“What?!” You called from your spot on the couch and the knock just repeated itself, louder this time.

Letting out a huff you got off the couch, leaving the blanket wrapped around you, phone clutched in hand you scooped up your keys and wandered out of your apartment, locking the door behind you. Derek’s door was unlocked, but you still knocked before letting yourself in.

“Jesus, someone’s feeling festive.” You greeted as your eyes swept through the space. His tree was up the last time you were over but it had still been bare. Today it was covered in glittering lights, sparkling garland and a ton of ornaments, there were Christmas lights illuminating over the balcony doors.

“Figured it might help brighten up the place, make the mood a little better, ya know?”

“Hmm.” You replied, tugging the blanket tighter around your shoulders.

“What’s going on with you?” He asked with a small laugh and you huffed.

“I’m sad and I demand cuddles.” You pouted and he chuckled.

“Okay sweetheart, you’ll get them. I figured we could watch a couple of movies anyways?” He crossed through the space to the open kitchen, “you want some eggnog? Spiked hot chocolate?”

“The second please.” You moved to the couch, dropping down onto it and tucking your blanket in, knowing that Derek would say no to help if you asked. A few moments later he returned with two large mugs of boozy hot chocolate and a plate of pastries, sinking down onto the couch beside you, his free arm naturally coming to lay across the back of the couch.

“So, what’s first? What’s your favourite?”

“Grinch.” You replied with a sigh, sinking into his side, “but I don’t wanna watch it.” Derek could feel the melancholy wafting off you and his head tilted down to look at you instead of the TV.

“Hey…” he nudged at you gently, “what’s eating you? You were all about Christmas last year. You were the one who insisted I needed a tree.”

“I used to watch it with my mom…. It’s my first Christmas without her.”

“Oh fuck…” he muttered, “sweetheart I should’ve realized. I’m so sorry.”

“No, it’s fine.” You muttered, taking a hefty swig of your drink, “just no Grinch.”

“We could start with one of those ridiculously cheesy Hallmark movies? Take a drink every time something cringey or very stereotypical happens?”

“I’d like that.” You cast him a small smile before snuggling back into his shoulder.

Derek picked up the remote and scrolled through a couple of options until you found one that you agreed had to be absolutely terrible and clicked play. His idea to brighten your mood and help you relax into the idea of celebrating the holiday worked even better than both of you had thought, you rolled right into a second ridiculous movie and halfway through it were all laughter and smiles. You pointed out all the stupid things, the over the top tropes and couldn’t help but laugh at the cheesy, terrible writing and how real life was never anything like these.

After the second movie you protested, saying you couldn’t handle anymore of it and Derek suggested swapping to the Home Alone trilogy and you were more than okay with that. He made sure to refill your drinks, and definitely made sure to give you all the cuddles you desired. The credits were rolling on movie number two and he glanced down at you, chuckling at the sight of your eyes fluttering, fully relaxed into him.

“You asleep there princess?” He teased and you scoffed.

“No.” You let out a sigh, pushing up to sitting properly and stretched out your body. Unlike when you’d first arrived, you were full of warmth, a happy smile on your face that Derek couldn’t help but smile at. “I should get going though, your couch is comfortable, but not comfortable enough to sleep on.”

“Alright.” He squeezed at your shoulder, guiding you back through the apartment to the door. He expected just a quick goodnight, surprised at the way you suddenly turned back to him, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug as you let out a small sigh.

“Thank you.” You murmured after a moment, “for all this. Even if it’s not what you intended in the first place.”

“Hey… anytime.” He pressed a light kiss to the top of your head and you let out a happy hum before pulling away, “and I don’t want you to be alone on Christmas. You’re coming over here, okay?”

“Don’t you already have that whole found family thing to be with?”

“So?” He shrugged, “what’s one more member of that?”

“You sure?”

“Absolutely.” He flashed you a wicked grin and you couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“Alright. But only if you promise those butterscotch marshmallow squares.”

“Oh that’s a guarantee baby.” He pulled you to him for another tight hug, “now go get some beauty rest.”

“Night Derek.” You smiled once more before turning and wandering back to your apartment.

True to his word, Derek encouraged you to join in on as many festivities as you wanted, making sure not to push too hard and joining you on the couch for movie nights instead of dealing with so many people on the days you didn’t want to. You got to meet a bunch of his friends, and he got to meet a couple of yours, a Christmas that you thought was going to be miserable and lonely ended up being filled with so much joy and love you never would have noticed what was bothering you.

It was on New Year’s Eve that it finally happened, years of friendship morphing into something more when the clock struck twelve and Derek pulled you to him for a gentle kiss, his hand cupping your cheek. You relaxed instantly into it, smiling when he pulled back to murmur a quiet ‘Happy New Year’ you returned the sentiment, but rather than step away you stepped closer, kissing him once more and truly was the start of something new.

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ultram0th · 7 months

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31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 04: Hypnotized

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At Peter’s behest, Derek had begrudgingly agreed to start seeing a therapist to help him deal with some of his anger issues. At first, the werewolf was dead set against talking to some random stranger about his life, yet once he’d actually met Dr. Callahan, the therapist had somehow managed to get Derek to lower his walls. Dr. Callahan got Derek to feel extremely relaxed in his office and open up, leading to the stud to being all ears whenever the older man spoke. The therapist clearly knew his stuff, because almost overnight, Derek could feel his mood lifting and his thoughts refusing to drift towards anything that would piss him off. He would instead spend his days in an almost giddy haze, smiling happily as he went about his work and hobbies, completely unbothered.

Derek felt like his life had changed for the better, all thanks to Dr. Callahan.

Still, every now and then, Derek would feel a little confused whenever he’d be going about his day, and tons of guys would keep staring at him. It wasn’t the fact that they were staring that was so weird, it was the fact that Derek loved them staring.

When all eyes were on him, the werewolf couldn’t help but bask in the warmth that the mens’ gazes brought him, leading to him either flexing his massive arms or unbuttoning his shirt for them.

Speaking of shirts, Derek would usually have to force himself to wear one… or really anything at all. The thought of wearing clothes was so constricting to the young man, and he loathed the idea of covering his large muscles with any sort of fabric. There were numerous times when he’d be out in public, and it would take him a good deal of time to realize that he’d been wandering around town without a shirt on, letting his plump chest muscles be on full display. After a bit of shopping, Derek had eventually changed his wardrobe so that it consisted of nothing but skintight, synthetic material that hugged his massive muscles tantalizingly. His shorts never went past mid-thigh, and he refused to wear underwear, allowing his perpetually hard cock to press against the front nonstop. And all of his shirts (a total of three since he hated to wear them) were so small that they were more like crop tops, never passing his belly button and always having the collar so low that his pecs frequently spilled out of them. Whenever he went out, Derek was sure to attract loads of lustful stares from men.

And Derek took full advantage of the lustful staring, bedding man after man.

Not a night went by when Derek wasn’t bouncing on some guy’s dick or sucking a guy off— sometimes at the same time. The werewolf was nearly insatiable now, constantly thinking about dick or drooling over a guy who would wander into his line of sight. It wouldn’t be long before Derek would approach him, flex a bit and playfully flirt, before the two would go find a private location. Or sometimes it didn’t even have to be private. There were a few times at the local gay bar where Derek would get loudly fucked on the dancefloor by a line of guys, feeling incredibly turned on by the fact that many other men were watching.

All in all, Derek’s life had done a complete one-eighty for the best, and Derek had Dr. Callahan to thank for that. Every night when he’d go to bed and place his headphones on over his ears to listen to the tapes his therapist had made just for him, he’d dreamily smile and be extremely thankful that he’d listened to Peter and had attended Dr. Callahan’s hypno therapy sessions.

“You’re a dumb muscleslut,” Dr. Callahan’s quiet voice murmured underneath the soothing wave sounds of the relaxation session Derek listened to. “All you’re made for is showing off your muscles and fucking. You’re just a dumb muscleslut…"

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