omg where is the fic

anonymous asked:

previous Anon about the theme park and vampires might be looking for "to make a vampire blush" on AFF!! where Chanyeol is a worker dressed as a vampire and they have sex on a stage

thanks anon! here’s the link to the fic (to make a vampire blush) and here’s a quick copy of the original ask sent in

hiiii!!! omg its finally open! im looking for this fic where chanyeol is a theme park worker???? then he and baekhyun kinda hv sex in the open??????? somehow theres a mention of vampire idk its vague but help me find it!!!! :(

 thanks again anon!!

- admin paws

a thing i’m thinking about today:

harry potter, aged 23, visiting teddy and andromeda for his normal weekly cup of tea and w/e, and andromeda is in the kitchen and teddy’s run upstairs to fetch harry the latest game he’s obsessed with, and harry notices a leatherbound photo album half-sticking out of the bookshelf in the living room that he’s never seen before, and sort of idly takes it down, and it’s full of photos of the malfoys

photos of narcissa: standing stiffly next to andromeda, the two of them not touching, looking very dubious, and teddy’s ruffled head in the bottom left corner of the picture as he tries uselessly to leap up and wave; sitting very still in a high-backed armchair looking quietly pleased and possessive with teddy six months old and asleep in the crook of her arm; frowning intensely as she pushes rune cards towards a blithely chattering 3 year old teddy.

but most of the photos are of draco. draco asleep on the sofa with teddy curled up and asleep on his chest – there are deep grey circles under draco’s eyes and he’s waxy pale with exhaustion even in sleep, and teddy can’t be more than a couple of months old. draco looking horrified and holding a squirming pudgy teddy at arms length as teddy gleefully spits up what looks like some of his first solids on draco’s crisp white shirt. draco reading a copy of the daily prophet with a 2001 date while teddy crawls up over his back and hangs off around draco’s neck and blows spitballs in his ear. draco and teddy posed solemnly in andromeda’s back garden, draco straddling a broom, teddy next to him and almost beside himself with excitement on the toy broom harry got him for his fourth birthday. draco and teddy playing exploding snap. draco walking in a park next to andromeda with a fast asleep four year old teddy scooped up easily in his arms, snoring on his shoulder. draco in dark jeans and a soft, worn thin looking t-shirt laughing up at the camera while teddy advances on him with hands covered in brightly coloured paint.

harry had no idea narcissa and andromeda were in touch, let alone draco. when he hears teddy thundering back downstairs, he quietly closes the book and replaces it in the cupboard. it doesn’t have to mean anything. he testified at both of the malfoys’ trials. he doesn’t care about them anymore. he’s not even angry.

only that monday at the ministry, when he’s heading for auror hq, draco malfoy wanders past in his buttoned up formal robes clasped tight around his neck, frowning and haughty as ever over a file, shooting harry a swift venomous look as is his habit, and harry’s heart suddenly kicks into high gear.


“I was getting fucking better!” Graves wipes his eye with the back of his hand furiously, refusing to let the tears fall. “I was never going to be fine, not after what happened, but I was getting closer to it and I hoped - I hoped that you’d see it too and that - a-after today - “ The tears roll down his cheeks without his permission and Graves draws in a few ragged breaths, trying to calm himself. “I was ready,” Graves says, voice breaking. “Ready to - to mend this. I don’t want to lose you, Newt.”

anonymous asked:

hiiii!!! omg its finally open! im looking for this fic where chanyeol is a theme park worker???? then he and baekhyun kinda hv sex in the open??????? somehow theres a mention of vampire idk its vague but help me find it!!!! :(

there’s no mention of vampires in this fic, but I’m nearly certain you’re talking about orion’s belt!

- admin paws

anonymous asked:

tucker finding old photos of wash absolutely covered in flour and powdered sugar and such and he slams the album on the table questioning it and wash casually takes a sip of his coffee, while reading the newspaper, "my mom liked to bake with me" and nothing else. tucker then proceeds to ask tons of questions until "if i make you a pie will you STOP?" (its the best god dang pie tucker has ever had)

Agent ‘giveaway  just enough of my past to make people curious but nothing more’ Washington

Lavernius ‘fed up with your mysterious bullshit’ Tucker

The Bin, the creep, and the dryer

A/N: 3.1K of Sin Bin logistics, guys being dudes, and dudes being gross. I couldn’t stop laughing writing parts of this. It’s ridiculous. I’m sorry.

“Dex. Dex.”

Dex cracked an eye open. He’d been asleep on the green monstrosity, post-kegster. The light coming through the window was thin and gray, and he could hear Bitty in the kitchen, humming softly as he washed dishes. Ransom and Holster were not yet acting as cleanup crew, so they were presumably still asleep. Nursey was across the room, curled in an armchair. They’d rock-paper-scissored for the couch. The victor had surprised no one.

Standing over Dex was Chowder, his brows pinched and his hands fidgeting at his sides. “Dex,” he whispered fiercely.

“Huh?” Dex asked, tucking a yawn into his elbow.

“Dex, the dryer’s broken again.”

Dex sighed and sat up. He ran a hand over his face, wiping sleep away. “Sorry, Chow. It’s the best I can do.”

“It’s making… noises.”

“Yeah. It’ll work as long as you don’t put too much in it.”

“Dex, it sounds like it’s going to catch fire.”

“I know. We’re only $700 away from a new one. $400, probably, after last night.” After much debate, it had been the first kegster where they’d charged an entrance fee.

“This is the third day I’ve worn this pair of boxers.”

Yeah, they really needed that cash.

Dex blinked slowly, shook his head, breathed through his nose. “Ok. First, gross. Second, I – gross. Third, the washer still works. Hang up your laundry. I have a drying rack in my dorm. I don’t really need it, so I’ll bring it over.”

Chowder looked about to cry. “Thank you, Dex.” He grabbed the back of Dex’s head and rushed forward to kiss both his cheeks. By the time Dex could protest, he was already bounding up the stairs, hopefully to get his dirty laundry and fucking wash it. Dex personally hoped the others followed his example. There’d been a certain ambiance around the haus the past week.

Dex would bring over the drying rack, but a single drying rack could not handle the laundry of a haus full of hockey players. It would be a temporary solution, a bandaid over a bullet wound. He’d have to find a way to get the money soon.

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To Read List Updated

Life has kept me away from reading any fic over the last month-ish, and there have been SO many exciting fics published. I just did a massive update to my to read page, and I can’t wait to DIVE IN!!!

These are all the fics I added:

I Know You’re So Pretty

Summary: Blind!Dan and Phil go out to a bar and Dan gets horny when he’s drunk.

TW: alchohol, violence (a girl slaps dan), food mention

Word Count: 3k

Genre: fluff and smut

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chasing clouds

pairing: jimin x jungkook | drabble | words: 1.7 k

The serene waves of the lake rippled under the breeze of the wind. It was enough that the trees remained leafless and bare, but not quite enough to make him shiver. The scent of imminent downpour lingered in the air, as the world seemed draped in a gray filter, the thick clouds casting their shadow over the barren scenery.

It was a landscape that evoked emptiness and loneliness.

However, he was anything but. 

“Jungkook, follow me.” 

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i have this hc that after barry and iris get married, barry will superspeed them up to the balcony of cc jitters and barry will recite some private wedding vows to her…. im emotional

if i read one more fic that’s tagged “lumiere/plumette” and then a) doesn’t mention them at all or b) has them so barely involved they might as well be 2 sexy lamps in the corner, i’m going to FLING SOMETHING

New Life - Part 2

Based off of this post from @plumettesfeathers, @gastt, and @forr-everrmorre. I had to write them. They were too perfect.

The maestro’s hands are shaking.  

She shoots him a look of encouragement, but in truth, she’s just as worried as he is, if not more.  Even Froufrou knows that something is wrong; the little dog can hardly sit still.

She’s so close to breaking, so close.  It was only minutes ago that Plumette’s cries ceased—she dare not relive the pain she felt upon hearing them, they were only a room away, she felt such a strong urge to run inside and comfort her—and yet, her heart is pounding in her chest so much that she’s surprised her husband, mere inches away, cannot hear it.

Amore,” he whispers, and she takes both of his hands in hers, stilling them, fighting to remain calm.

“She has always been strong,” she assures him, and herself.  “We shouldn’t worry.”

And then there is a knock at the door and the majordomo is telling them to come quickly.  The musicians obey with fervor; they are out of the room just as the old man is turning to leave.

One room over, Lumiere and Plumette are crying together, their daughter nestled safely in Plumette’s arms, asleep and still.  Plumette looks up with delight as her parents rush to her side, and back at the baby.  Lumiere moves to the other side of the bed to make room for them, but his gaze never wavers, his blue eyes are filled with unshed tears, when he looks at Plumette and the baby there is so much love there.  Still, he has a lot to learn.

“Look at her,” Plumette says, her voice thick with exhaustion.  “She’s so beautiful.”

Garderobe has only seen one other baby as beautiful as this one.  “She looks just like her mother,” she whispers, smiling at Plumette.  She grins back, and Garderobe has never seen her so happy in all her life.

Babbo,” Plumette whispers, and Cadenza tears his gaze from the child to look up at her, his expression filled with an emotion so deep it cannot be named.  “Will you hold her?”

His hands have composed the most beautiful symphonies, made the most wonderful sounds with string and key, and now they take the child with the utmost care.  He knows exactly how to hold her, and Garderobe remembers how he held Plumette, when she was brought into the world.  He holds his granddaughter the same way.

The baby, awakened by the switch, laughes and grabs at his mustache, and he laughs, before noticing something.  He looks up at Garderobe, and oh, there is so much there.

Cara,” he whispers, “she has your eyes.”  And then he’s crying too much to say anything more.

Garderobe takes their granddaughter from him, and the little girl stares up at her with the biggest, most beautiful brown eyes any of them have ever seen.  Looking back on it later, Garderobe will insist that they are Plumette’s eyes, but Cadenza will be firm in his assumption.

“Hello,” she says, and her heart swells as the baby smiles up at her and squeaks.  She can feel her own tears forming; it’s been so long since she has held a child like this.  “Angela piccola.”

Life is made of moments, all of them varying in feeling, and this one is one that Garderobe will not forget easily.  While they were cursed, she would have never thought this moment possible, and here it is, unfolding in front of them.  Garderobe passes the baby back to Plumette and she and Cadenza embrace, both of them unable to hold back their tears.  After all of this, they will sit down together and write their granddaughter a lullaby.  

And as time stretches on, he will play and she will sing of the new life that was created in this one moment.

Snippet of the unrequited Shizaya fic

Warning: Angst. 

A/N: I need to share this cause my heart hurts no Shizu-chan. Also implication of Izaya being in a relationship with someone who’s not Shizuo (because it’s unrequited Shizaya)

We’re adults.

It hit him like a sudden epiphany.

…I never really realized it until now.

It’s normal for a man to be in a relationship.

Even if it’s not with a woman…

It’s Izaya, so if he’s seriously in a relationship, he has his own reasons.

…Reasons I don’t even know.

The rain continued to fall onto him as Shizuo dissolved his emotions away in his thoughts.

Izaya was still disliked by the city.

But the people he and Shizuo knew still supported him when he had told them he was in a relationship.

Humans were supportive of other humans in matters of romance.

There were people who would condemn Izaya for being in a relationship with a man, but it was nothing to the man.

He had already been condemned by the city for being who he was.

It was nothing new to him, only now he had an angel by his side.

Nothing had changed.

It felt like everything around him remained the same.

He still saw Celty going around as the Black Bike, with Shinra sometimes behind her. He saw the Raira kid whom he had told he was quitting the Dollars, and the girl he couldn’t remember the name of. He saw the blond boy who had apologized to him for the Yellow Scarves incident, and a girl who was probably his girlfriend.

He saw the guy whom had honestly approached him for a fight, Rokujou Chikage, around with his girlfriends. He saw Izaya’s sisters exploring the city together. He saw Kasuka with Ruri in their disguises.

He himself still went around with Tom and his kouhai Vorona in their debt collecting job.

Vorona would eventually return to Russia, but he would still be going around collecting debts with Tom.

Tom would eventually retire if he found a better job with his qualifications, and Shizuo would be moving onto the next job to earn his keep.

Nothing would change.

It was a realization that would have made him shed tears –

But Shizuo didn’t care about himself enough to cry.

 …I see.

Izaya is normal.

He’s abnormal as a human, but he’s not a monster like me.

Izaya is human.

And humans move on.

anonymous asked:

Omg, please do a fic where Harry's drunk and accidentally confesses to Draco while arguing. Love your writing❤❤😘

((omg you do?! thank you so much!!  And in honor of the topic of the prompt, alcohol was involved in my creative process :D))

“What do you mean Muggle alcohol is garbage?! We have so many options, you’ve got like 5. Total!” Seamus screamed with a bottle of Irish whiskey in his hands.

“What do you mean we have options?  You’re a wizard, too.  And if you do it right you don’t need that many options,” Theodore argued.

“You expect me to think Giggle Water is better than tequila?  No, I mean, it’s just noisy champagne?” Hermione said.

“Where did you get good limes this time of year?” Neville asked.

The noise and arguments over booze were overtaking the party.  The Eighth Year parties were the worst kept secret at Hogwarts, but since they technically were adults, most of the professors turned a blind eye as long as it stayed among the eighth-years.  

Ron’s voice grabbed Harry’s attention, “Blaise is about to do a Jägerbomb.”

“No, Seamus! Not that kind of bomb!” Dean shouted.

Harry shambled over to the crowd forming around Blaise, “Never thought I’d see one of them do something as Muggle as chugging a Jägerbomb.”

“One of them?” a voice drawled behind him.  

Harry realized he had spoken aloud.  Turning to see Draco standing behind him he tried his best not to eat his words, “Well, yeah.  You all look so, er, I don’t know.  Professional?  That isn’t the word I’m looking for.”

“You mean they always look like they have a stick up their arse,” Seamus slurred.

Draco glared daggers at Seamus.  As he opened his mouth to undoubtedly say something equally cutting to Harry, he was interrupted.

“One pass,” Harry said, raising an empty shot glass to Draco’s line of sight. “I’m in no state to be speaking.  I’m just asking for one pass.”  Without waiting for a response, Harry stumbled away.  

Harry made his way to Hermione and her bottle of tequila.  

“Not enough liquid courage to talk to him yet?” Hermione asked.  Thankfully, Blaise was still the center of attention because she’d lost her ability to keep her voice down.

“Fat lot of good it would do me.  I’m not trying to get hexed in the face,” Harry said.

“He’s been flirting with you all week,” Hermione pointed out.

“Telling me I’m not the flier I was two years ago, that my hair would look better if I’d let Hagrid brush it, and bloody weird questions like ‘why do you smell like trees?’ isn’t flirting,” Harry said, taking another shot.

“You’d think you never met him before.  Of course he’s flirting with you.  And may I point out, he’s been on your arse all night,” Hermione said.

“But not in the way you want, hey Harry?” Seamus shouted, already laughing at his own joke.


“From behind usually,” Seamus said.  He was now howling with laughter.

Harry’s already drink-blushed face reddened, “What th- fuck. Nope.” He turned to escape the conversation but stepped right into Draco, sloshing tequila on the both of them.

Draco shoved Harry. “Is talking to me such a horrible concept that you’d rather spend the evening trying to insult, trample, and drown me?  Too drunk to fake being nice to me?  I don’t understand-”

Draco kept talking but Harry couldn’t focus on his words.  He was too busy staring at Draco’s lips.  Harry always thought they were thin, but when Draco didn’t have his signature sneer in place, his lips actually looked full and soft. They were a bit more pink than usual and he smelled of cinnamon.  Harry laughed.

“What the hell is so funny?” Draco demanded.

“Of course you found the Goldschläger,” Harry said.

Whatever Draco was read to say was lost when Seamus ran past Harry singing “Gold up in my teeth-” and bumped hard into him shoving Harry into Draco.

Draco was livid. “Are you kidding me?  I just wanted to have a good time, but I’m feeling so attacked-”

Harry raised his hand to Draco’s mouth.  He felt Draco gasp sharply as his fingers pressed against his lips, “Shh. Can you just stop?  You’re fucking gorgeous but you can’t stop being a poncy git.” Harry stepped closer and dropped his gaze to his fingers on Draco’s mouth. “Now I’m going to move my hand, but I don’t want to hear a thing from you.  Nod for me.”

Draco stood frozen, eyes wide and blushing thoroughly but after a tense second nodded.

“Fuck, mate, if Dean talked to me like that I’d already be on my knees,” Seamus said.  

Harry and Draco both looked over to him in shock. 

“Didn’t you just leave?” Harry asked.

“Can’t be wing man if I can’t show up when you need me,” Seamus raised the bottle to them before walking away.

“Don’t play with me like that.  If you lot must have a laugh at my expense,  I would appreciate it if you could limit it to times when I’m not around,” Draco said.  His words holding more venom than Harry expected.

“No one is laughing at you.  They’re laughing at me,” Harry said.

“And why would they be laughing at their precious Golden Boy?  Don’t lie to me, you’re not up to the challenge.“ 

“Well, I guess they think it’s funny that I fancy you even though I can’t talk to you,” Harry said.

From somewhere across the room, Seamus yelled, “You’re talking now, yeah.”

“See, not everything is about yo–oh Merlin, what the fuck.” Harry stopped talking, struck by his own words and Draco’s smile.

“Words getting ahead of your brain?” Draco asked.

Harry turned to leave, “I need another shot.”

anonymous asked:

OMG i need a part 2 to the lost fic really badlyyy omg One where alex and maggie further discuss the fact that they were enegaged in alex's perfect world (only if you have the time mom) xxx

Prompt referencing this fic:

Maggie’s eyes are bloodshot – and she imagines hers are, too – as she lets herself be poked, be prodded, be scanned.

Be checked over by every medic the DEO’s got, because she’s just come out of a Black Mercy attack, and hell, at least Maggie and Kara are being subjected to similar tests, to similar invasions, to make sure they’re okay from linking their brains with hers to come and rescue her.

At least they’re going through the same tests, because god, god, god, she doesn’t know how she’d be able to stand being alone right now.

J’onn knows. He stays particularly close to her all the while, his eyes constantly searching her face, her body, like the intensity of his gaze can protect her from everything she’s reeling from.

From everything she’s lost.

James and Winn know. Winn stays close to Maggie, and James stays close to Kara, but whenever they shift so the medics can get by, they touch her thigh, her shoulder, her hand. They let her know she’s not alone.

Because god, god, god, they love her, and whatever she saw, whatever she lost, however long she was in her paradise only to be ripped back into a world where her sister’s life is always at risk, all their lives are always at risk, Cadmus has her father, her mother doesn’t know how to love her right…

They need her to know she’s not alone.

And Alex tries to know. She does.

She goes home with Kara that night – of course she goes home with Kara that night, to watch old musicals and eat all the chunks out of the ice cream and let Kara wrap her arms around her and kiss her forehead and tuck her in and hold her while she cries, her words incoherent, her words unnecessary, because Kara’s fallen to the Black Mercy too, and Kara loves her, and Kara knows.

James and Winn gladly take Maggie duty, take her to Winn’s apartment to blow stuff up on his latest game console, because Maggie isn’t the talking type, but they know she needs to eat, they know she needs to drink, and they know she won’t want to be alone, either.

Because whatever she saw Alex seeing, her perfect life, her Black Mercy life? It probably kills Maggie on the inside, too.

Maggie texts before she falls asleep, sprawled on the pullout couch between Winn and James, empty pizza boxes and beer bottles problems for the morning.

Hey babe. I’m glad you’re home safe. I know you’re with Kara, but I’m here if you need anything. I’m here.

Alex doesn’t respond – she doesn’t know what to say – but Kara sees the text, and Kara slips into the bathroom and texts Maggie herself.

She smiled when she read it, Maggie, and then she started crying again. I think she’s embarrassed? She’s not mad at you or anything, don’t worry. She’s okay. She’ll be okay. I’ll take care of her. I hope the boys are taking good care of you.

She wipes away her own tears when Maggie texts her back.

And who’s taking care of you, Little Danvers? You almost lost your sister today. You alright? You need anything?

She sniffles and yells to Alex that she’s fine, she’ll be right out, don’t start My Fair Lady without her.

Alex is taking care of me, too. Just by being here. We got her back, Maggie. She’ll heal. And so will we.

What’s that your family’s crest means, Kara? Stronger together? Seems applicable, huh?

Kara’s heart warms and she hopes, suddenly, that Alex wants to marry Maggie in this life, too.

That the Black Mercy – that what Maggie saw – won’t terrify Alex into running away.

Maggie hopes for the same, and the next night, when Alex finally responded and asked if Maggie wanted to come over, she fidgets and she gulps and she takes a series of deep, calming breaths before she raps on the door.

Alex answers almost immediately, like she’d been standing there, waiting.

She probably had been.

“Hi,” Maggie says, her voice soft, her voice open, her voice vulnerable.

“Hey,” Alex returns, her voice exactly the same. “Come in,” she follows, sweeping her hand in, and Maggie is reminded of the night she was shot by Cyborg Superman, and her heart constricts, because in Alex’s fantasy, Cyborg Superman was only the stuff of distant nightmares.

“How you holding up, Danvers?” Maggie asks, looking Alex up and down as she steps past her into the apartment, like a quick once-over of her pajama pants and henley and bare feet can tell her everything she needs to know.

“Fine. It’s nothing like what Kara went through – her planet, her family, were dead, then alive, then dead again. You know?”

Maggie leans against the counter with narrowed eyes, radiating pain. “Alex, just because Kara’s planet’s gone doesn’t make your pain any less.”

“What pain?” Alex tosses her hands behind her, and she might not hear the tremble in her own voice, but Maggie does.

“We can rescue my dad and head to Midvale, and everything would be the same as it was! It’s not a big deal, it wasn’t – ”

“Except we haven’t rescued your dad, and we don’t know what kind of damage Cadmus has done to him, and your mother isn’t unconditionally proud of you. Hell, Alex, she’s been pretty abusive to you your entire life. And Kara isn’t safe, and you’re not safe, and none of the people you love are ever safe, because we’re all soldiers of one type or another, and in that world, the biggest threat was the sand getting too hot under your feet, so yeah, Danvers, you can be sad. It can be a big deal. You’re allowed to be in pain, Alex.”

She reaches hesitantly for Alex’s face, and Alex leans in with a soft sigh, her eyes closed, and the tension uncoils from both of their bodies as their skin connects.

Silence. Only breathing. Only reveling in the fact that she’s alive, she’s alive, she came home to us, she’s home, she’s safe, she’s safe. Until Alex breaks the silence.

“Not everything.”


“You didn’t list everything that was different about that… fantasy.”

Maggie’s stomach twists, and Maggie braces herself not to run, not to flee, but what if Alex remembers that they were engaged, and what if Alex doesn’t want that in real life, what if Alex would only want that if the world were different, if she were different, if Maggie were different, whole, if –

“We were engaged,” she forces out of her lips before her legs can run.

She hears Alex’s breath hitch, and she braces herself for the goodbye, for the it was fun while it lasted, for the why would I want to marry my coming out affair in real life, for the in a fantasy world, you weren’t quite so damaged, but in this world, why would I ever want to put a ring on your finger?

“Yeah. Yeah, we were,” is Alex’s shaky reply, and Maggie looks up at her eyes, because there’s fear in Alex’s voice, and good god, Alex is terrified.

“Hey. Hey, it’s okay. Look at me. Look at me, Alex.”

She tilts her head so she can meet Alex’s downcast eyes, and Alex’s lips tremble.

“Are you… are you scared that I… Alex, what are you scared of?”

“We’ve only been together a few months, it’s too much, I’m too much, it’s stupid, I’m stupid, it – ”

“Whoa, whoa, slow down, Danvers. Alex. It’s not stupid, and you’re not stupid. And yeah, okay, it might be a little early, but Alex, I… Lemme put it to you this way, Danvers. Put one of those crab bug things on my chest tomorrow – ”

“Don’t say something like that!”

“ – and I would have a pretty damn similar fantasy. Except in mine, it’d be like our wedding day, every day, because I… Alex, I l – you’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met, Alex, and I love you, okay? I love you, Alex Danvers, and I – ”

Her words are wrapped up in Alex’s response, in Alex’s I love you, too, the I love you, too that she writes with her lips onto Maggie’s mouth, that she speaks with her hands on Maggie’s cheeks, in Maggie’s hair, that she promises with her tongue slipping into her mouth, her breath becoming Maggie’s breath, her soft moans and quiet tears mingling with Maggie’s until they can’t tell whose is whose, and it doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter, because god, she loves her too, she loves her too, she loves her too.

Sneaking Around ➹ Derek Morgan x Reader

request: hi! I loved shoes and your derek fics they’re so good omg could I request a derek fic with #26 but where the reader is gideon’s daughter and no one knows about them? thanks!! :-)

“You know I love you, don’t you?”

hey, thank you for the compliment!!! i tried my best, hope u like this! did a throwback w the characters as well obviously

Originally posted by criminalmindsmanic

Working the same job as your boyfriend and your dad was a bit challenging. On one hand, you felt as though you needed to prove yourself more so than the other members of the team because you didn’t want anyone to think that you’d manipulated your way in. Although you were the daughter of Jason Gideon, you didn’t cheat or have shortcuts to land this job. You’d worked extremely hard and deserved to be here just as much as the next person, to be treated like an equal and not as a child.

On the other hand, Derek looked so good at work and you were tempted to grab him by the collar and kiss him every time you made eye contact. You’d only gotten together recently, perhaps a month or two ago, but there had always been something between you two. Derek had taken the bold step of asking you out and since then you’d been secretly together.

It was a pretty slow day for the BAU. So far JJ hadn’t mentioned a new case, meaning that you had time to catch up on reports, paperwork, and files that you’d put off. You were seated at your desk when Gideon passed by, giving you a tired smile and making his way up to his office.

You returned the gesture before focusing your attention back onto the file in your lap. You were quickly distracted though when you looked up, feeling eyes on you.

Sure enough, Derek was sitting at his desk, nonchalantly glancing over at you with a slight smirk playing on his lips. Looking at him was Elle, who then looked at you with a knowing raise of her eyebrows before centering her thoughts back onto her own work. You felt your face get hot at the realization and quickly looked back down.

After a few minutes you made your way to the bathroom, walking through the hallway with the wall covered in pictures of fallen agents. The corridor was vacant except for you and Derek, who’d followed you and was now approaching you with a smile. “You know I love you, don’t you?” he asked quietly.

“Well of course I know, how could I not?”

He stole a kiss, swiftly leaning close to peck your lips before pulling away all too soon. You couldn’t help but to find sneaking around sexy. It was your little secret and it made boring days like this more fun.

“Stop!” you giggled, muffling the sound with your hand. Derek shrugged, reaching up and pulling your hand from in front of your mouth before stealing another kiss. This one lasted longer and you willed yourself to pull away but you just couldn’t, not when you hadn’t felt his soft lips on yours since this morning when he picked you up for work.

You guys are gonna get caught…” You heard someone say in a sing-song voice, you immediately jumping away from your boyfriend to see JJ standing with a smug look on her face.

“Not if you don’t tell anyone,” Derek replied. JJ wouldn’t. You hoped not at least, because you certainly didn’t want her to. It was less about your team finding out and the relationship effecting your work now than the fact that sneaking about the BAU was liberating and gave you a natural high.

“I won’t..” She trailed off, smiling. Then she seemingly remembered something, because her eyes widened and she said, “We’ve got a case.” 

Your scandalous stolen kisses were put on hold. For now, at least.


Day 1/100    -     Theme: Kiss

Well of course I have to start things off with Merribela because Merribela is the essence of my very soul. Also there’s the cheesiest fluffly fic in the readmore. Explore at your own caution. It’s embarassing.

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Prompt: Omg, requests are open! May I request a Kaldur'ahm fic? Where he falls in love with the reader and get together after they help him move from Tula?

Requested by @audreythetealovingcat

AN: This actually turned out a bit different than what I imagined but I really love it!

He’s been down for days. More quiet than usual. Withdrawn. It makes you sad to see the typically quiet, but joyful man so solemn. So, you do the only thing you can do in this situation, you flop on to him. You go from standing next to the couch, to just letting gravity take over.

He’s confused, you can tell from the way he stiffens for a moment before forcing himself to relax. A moment later his hands start running through your fur.

You look up at him and let out a meow, he just smiles, “Thank you for the comfort my friend.” You meow again, and stretch so that you can place a paw against his cheek, because he isn’t okay, and you know it. Ever so gently he scoops you up and cuddles you closer, and begins scratching your ears.

“Heartbreak is a part of life little one.” You meow again, before rubbing your cheek against his. “Her name was Tula. She has been my friend since I was young. I’ve loved her for years, but she and our other friend Garth are now …”

You meow again, and snuggle closer. You do your best to be cute, to make him smile. If you were human, you would have squealed when he smiles. But you aren’t, so you can’t. So instead you purr.

“Heartbreak is a part of life little one. My heart will heal, and it will find someone new. I anxiously await meeting that person. I can’t wait for the moments I will spend with them. I hope that that person will be the only one, for I have no desire to go through this heartache again.”

You continue to purr, and then you stretch up and lick his cheek, and just like that, the magic that had bound you to this form for years, that had prevented you from communicating even with the Martians is broken, and you’re sitting completely human, in the man’s lap.

You can see the shock on his face, and you give a hesitant grin, and a little wave. And then you panic as he passes out from shock.