#Casper Reid

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Let's Get Physical!

What: Tickle fluff with a dash of mild hurt/comfort.

Word count: ~2.3k

Universe: Sea & Sky AU

Who: Avery, Casper, Finnegan.

Description: Avery gives Finnegan a physical. Emotional bonding and cuddling between the three of them. Just a little oneshot with a bit of tickling for everyone!

Friday afternoon couldn't have come soon enough.

As I made the short trek home from the bank, my eyes trained on the lighthouse as it stood tall against the afternoon sky. After glaring at my computer screen and paperwork for eight hours, it was a relief to stare at something beautiful and distant. I rolled my tired shoulders, wincing in pain as I did. Maybe I could talk Avery into giving me one of his expert massages… Not that I deserved it, I thought, after how neglectful I’d been him and Finn all week. I frowned, remembering how many times I'd fallen asleep watching TV with them -- I definitely needed to make up for lost time this weekend. I shuffled up the stone steps and turned the lighthouse’s antique doorknob, wiping my feet on the strawberry-print mat as I entered.

“Caspeheher! Hehehehelp!”

No sooner had I walked through the door – key still in-hand – than my arms were full of triton as Finn crashed into me, nearly knocking us both over. He squeezed me as if he hadn't seen me in weeks, giggling as he nuzzled his face into my neck. With some effort, I deposited my keys and wallet into the plastic tray and shuffled out of my shoes, just in time to watch Avery appear in the foyer. He was grinning in that characteristic, long-suffering way of his as he shook his head.

“What are you doing to this fish?” I asked, chuckling as Finn scrambled out of my arms and hid behind me.

“Well, I was just trying to give him a routine physical,” Avery replied, “but as you can see, it isn't going well.”

“He’s lying!” Finn protested, laughter riding beneath his words. “He was tickling me!”

I quirked an eyebrow at Avery, who rolled his eyes upward, offering a sheepish grin-and-shrug combo that told me everything I needed to know. For the first time that day, I giggled.

“Do you need an assistant to help with this patient, Dr. Nimbus?” I asked playfully, reaching back to pinch Finn's side without taking my eyes off the cloudman, eliciting a ticklish squeal.

“Why, yes! Thank you for offering, I believe that would be quite helpful!”

“What?! You traitor!” Before I could snatch him, Finnegan darted past me and was scampering back up the stairs with a gleeful laugh. I wondered why Avery didn't stop him… until the elemental floated gracefully over to me, pulling me into a deep and comprehensive embrace. I sighed with relief, my eyes automatically closing as I laid my head on his chest, listening to the quiet storm inside his body. Bergamot and old paper wrapped around my olfactory nerve like a warm blanket – I was finally home.

“Hi, dewdrop.”

“Hey, peach.”

“How was your day?”

“Tiring… This audit is wearing me out. I'm really sorry I haven't been much fun to be around this week… I promise I'll make it up to you and Finny.”

“You know you don't have to apologize for that, sweetheart. We're both so proud of how hard you work, and we understand when you're tired.” Avery's large, soft hand stroked my upper back. As it did, I felt his fingers get curious around my shoulders, pressing and palpating my achy muscles. I flinched through a cocktail of ticklishness and pain. “Oh, oh… Sorry, did that hurt? My goodness, you are tense. You've been hunching over your desk again, haven't you?”

I blushed a little. No matter how many times Avery tried to correct my posture, I always fell back into old habits as soon as work got too stressful.

“Aheh… Maybe a little… Sorry.”

“Oh, Casper… Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he chided, his touch turning softer and playing around my shoulders and neck, making me laugh and squirm.

“Ehehe~! Okay, I'll- ahaha! I'll w-work on ihihhihit!”

“You'd better, or you'll be in for a much more serious tickling than this!” Avery teased, continuing to tickle a bit more before stopping, his eyes tender as he looked at me. “Really, though… I'll give you a nice massage later, okay? I don't want you to be in pain.”

I felt my ears flush as I turned my attention to the foyer wall, my mind wandering to Avery's cool, pillowy doctor's hands coated in massage oil, squeezing and kneading my bare shoulders…

I cleared my throat, meeting his eyes only briefly, as if staring too long would allow him to read my mind.

“Don't we have a fish to torment?”

“Ah, yes! I'm sure he's up there getting impatient… which makes me worry for the state of our home. Shall we?”

He gestured to the stairwell. I took a step forward, then halted, eyeing him warily.

“... After you.”

Avery grinned. “No, really. I insist.”

“You’re a doctor; such a title affords you the right to go first, don't you think? Please permit me to offer this token of my respect.”

I watched him try not to laugh. So was I, but I was better at it.

“...You flatter me. Very well, I'll lead on.”

I let Avery believe I wasn't going to do anything. I was certain that by the time we’d passed the halfway point, I'd convinced him of my innocence. Surely if I'd planned on doing something, I would've by then. Right?

Right…?

Wrong. With about ten steps in the winding staircase to go, I reached up and gave the elemental a quick scribbling along both of his sides. Avery gasped in surprise, followed by a flurry of defeated, yet joyful laughter.

“Oh, you cheeky little-”

Just like Finnegan had done to me earlier, I ducked under Avery's hands as he reached back to snatch me, clambering to pass him on the staircase. Unlike Finn, though… dodging Avery's hands didn't guarantee my safety, as a forceful gust of wind knocked me backwards and right into his arms. I screeched with laughter as he lifted and tossed me like a sack of potatoes over his soft shoulder, my legs kicking as he easily carried me the rest of the way.

“Oh, no you don't,” he admonished, reaching up to tweak the crease at the top of my thigh with his thumb and forefinger. Panicked laughter filled the living room we now stood in as I thrashed, but none of my wriggling did any good; he was simply too strong. Avery chuckled as he gently pinched, forcing a torrent of squealing, frantic laughter from me, until he deposited me carefully on the couch.

“Did you know I was going to do that?” I asked, still giggling.

“I had a suspicion… but I will concede that you lulled me into a false sense of security.”

“Yessss!” I cheered, earning another lighthearted glare as he reached down with both hands, quickly wiggling his fingers along my sides and belly. I curled into a ball on the couch, filling the room with my hysterical squawking as he tickled any spot he could reach.

“You might be a systems admin, but you moonlight as a troublemaker, don't you?”

“NOHOHOHOOO!”

“I think you doooo~” He lilted, worming his fingers under my arms, between my neck and shoulder, and any other ticklish creases I created with my defensive posture. I was still screeching as Finn appeared in the doorway.

“Don't worry, Casper, I'll save you!” His bare, webbed feet made a sound like a duck running as he charged Avery, who whirled on him before Finnegan had a chance to try anything, easily scooping the triton into his arms and nuzzling into him.

“EEEEEHEhehehee!” Finn laughed, his fingers squishing Avery’s soft head as the cloudman kissed his neck.

“And they say chivalry is dead,” Avery tittered, taking a seat on the sofa beside me, Finn still in his arms. “Will you please let me finish your physical, brave warrior? I'm almost done, I promise... I just need to check your belly, now.”

Finn sighed dramatically, then sprawled across Avery's lap, adjusting his body such that his head rested on my thigh. I grinned down at him.

“Hi, Finny-Finn-Finn.” I swept his hair back and leaned down to kiss his forehead. The warmth of his scales was always a bit of a surprise, especially compared to Avery's chilly skin.

I was expecting Avery to go in for the kill, but as I watched him methodically inspect Finn's abdomen, I realized he was conducting a legitimate physical. He gently pressed and palpated the softer scales of his belly as he used his free arm to keep the merman’s squirmy legs still. Finn giggled, and I couldn't blame him; I'd been on the receiving end of plenty of physicals from Avery, too, and I knew those fingers tickled no matter how professional he tried to be. In the back of my mind, I knew it was likely a conflict of interest for Avery to treat us… but since he was the only doctor in Port Oleander – and more importantly, one of the few on land who could treat merfolk – I supposed an exception had been permitted.

“Does any of this hurt, Finn? Has your belly been hurting at all, lately?”

“N-no, it's not hurting. Uhm… my belly hurt last night, after dinner, though…” He admitted.

I frowned, unable to recall him saying anything about a stomach ache. Last night had been my turn to cook. I wasn't a great cook to begin with, and admittedly… it was difficult to prepare meals that both Finnegan and Avery could eat; the elemental couldn't digest any food that was too dry, and Finn’s rainbow trout biology was primarily carnivorous. Soups, stews, and curries were common in our house – dinner last night had been red curry with chicken.

“What kind of hurt? Was it stabbing, dull, hot, achy…?” Avery asked, concerned.

“Hot, especially when I was laying down in bed.” Finn looked away from me. Avery and I exchanged a glance.

“I'm sorry, Finn… I probably made it too spicy. I won't make that again. Why didn't you say anything? I would've gotten you some medicine to help you feel better.” I stroked Finn's hair back again, my face etched with guilt. Now that I was thinking back to the previous night, he had seemed more quiet than usual… but I had been too tired to comment on it, chalking it up to him being tired, too. I kicked myself; Finn was never tired. The only time the triton lacked energy was in the five – maybe ten – minutes wherein he would go from bouncing off the walls to being dead asleep. Had I been more observant, I would've realized that.

Finnegan's eyes were serious as he looked back at me, an expression that seemed foreign on his gamine face. He looked away again, though, as he started to speak.

“It's just… you've been working so hard this week, Caspy, and I didn't want to hurt your feelings or make you worry about me.”

I couldn't bring myself to meet Avery's eyes again as an arrow of regret pierced my heart. I really had been disconnected from them all week.

“Finn… nothing is more important to me than you and Avery, okay? I’m sorry I've been so busy this week, I should've paid more attention to how you were feeling. Please don't suffer in silence again, okay? If your tummy hurts – or anything hurts – please promise you'll tell us from now on.”

Finn's tail swished uncomfortably… but he managed a smile, looking up at me again.

“Okay, I'll tell you from now on… I promise.” He shifted his gaze to Avery, whose hands were still resting on his scaly belly. “Am I done, now?”

It occured to me then that the part of the physical Finnegan disliked wasn't the tickling, it was staying still. Avery's concerned expression relaxed; a rainbow after a storm.

“Yes! You're a very healthy fish, Finn. Just keep remembering to soak in the tub at least once a day when you can't go swimming, so your gills stay healthy and your scales don't dry out.”

“Okay!” He was already off the couch, stretching his arms over his head and swishing his tail, as if laying across our laps for ten minutes had made him stiff. I shook my head, grinning. “I'll go for a swim right now, actually! Love you, Caspy! Love you, Avery! Bye, bye, bye, bye!” Each ‘bye’ grew progressively quieter as he descended the stairs, tail thumping clumsily the whole way down.

Once he was out of earshot, I looked down at my hands.

“I feel so bad… he got sick because of me, and he didn't even say anything.”

Avery shifted, pulling me into his arms again. I rested against his soft, cool body.

“He got a bit of a tummy ache from eating something too spicy, not an incurable disease, hehe. You won't make that dish again, and he'll tell you next time something doesn't agree with him. No need to worry yourself sick, okay? Life is unpredictable and stressful, sometimes… but we're your family, Casper. We understand.”

I snuggled against Avery's side as he held me, my throat constricting as he said the last few words. He looked down at me, and then I felt my favorite little tickle under my chin, coaxing me to look at him.

“Now… I believe I need to tend to my other patient, hm? Why don't we start your weekend with a little physical therapy on those shoulders? I swear, you're wound up tighter than an eight day clock.” He brought me up with him as he stood, strong arms carrying me bridal-style in the direction of the bedroom, giving me no room to protest.

Not that I would have. My fingertips fiddled with the collar of his shirt, the ghost of a coy smile dancing across my lips.

“Alright, doctor… but you'll have to let me return the favor, afterwards. After all, I've got a whole week's worth of lost time to make up for. Think you can handle that much…?”

The shade of cerulean that rose in his cheeks told me he caught my meaning, and I watched his wisp of surprise turn into a bashful giggle.

“Can't wait, dewdrop.”

[nikki-tine]

Some quick fanart of @fluffyhare's guys cause yes C:

In all seriousness though lol I love these two, they melt my heart seeing 'em together and doing cute couple things!

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Smiffina Episodes: Episodes 486 and 487

Not strictly Smiffina episodes, however it does affect both and both have been shown to be very worried about it - and Gina is involved in how it comes out too.

Episode 486

It's June's last week and she's partnered with Roger to police the final evictions of the Aldbourne Estate that has been bought by a developer, Frank Butcher Brian Stevens. Yet again the trope happens - they get coffee and donuts... and a call arrives. During a council meeting, one of the final remaining tenants, Harris, handcuffs himself to a seat. When the police arrive and uncuff him, Harris assaults Stevens and all hell breaks loose. Stevens presents as a friendly open and above board man of the people who has been harassed by Harris and June gently manipulates the situation to make him not press charges so that Harris can go free.

June speaks to Harris and tells him that he can go free but he must accept that he's being evicted. Harris insists it's corrupt and thats why he's still fighting. Before the developer and councillor talked, the councils plan was to sell the flats to the tenants. Now a fake plan had been produced that says the idea had been to redevelop the estate and that that had been the plan all along. That's what has got Harris' back up and is why he refuses to leave his home of 40 years. He has no physical evidence himself but he does know of someone in Stevens' employ that is feeding him the information. June asks him to make a meeting with the man because she needs to see the details to take it further.

Heaton has rekindled his affair with Georgia, the DAC. His wife sends him a message telling him to get the rest of his things whilst she's out that night.

Harris' contact agrees to a meeting in the next hour. He backs up what Harris told June and shows her proof but insists he won't do anything official. June takes it to Gina and Heaton who agree that further investigation is warranted and advise June to speak to the council members and to do a financial check as well as an email trail between Davis - the council member who appears to have been bribed - and Stevens. June gets a telephone call before she can complete her checks - their informant from within Steven's company - has been assaulted. There's no CCTV and the only witness is an old man who saw someone in a balaclava running away. The victim claims it was just a mugging and Stevens turns up at the hospital to ask how he is.

John tells them it seems that - if they're willing to go this level - it could be that they already know about their investigation and are could be burning evidence - they'll have to be arrested. The councillor has a bank account over in Spain that he has been putting in 3000 euros in weekly for a few months until the total was the equivalent of £50K. It started a week after Stevens approached the council and it just so happens that they started days after Stevens removed £50K from his own bank account! The Super is going to interview Davis with June and wants Gina to take Stevens.

Davis claims there's nothing to tell and their relationship is simply business after he bought a flat from his company. It's simply a coincidence, according to him, that he was on the planning committee. He claims however that there's nothing untoward.

Steven's isn't so cool under Gina's questioning, claiming that he can't remember what his emails are relating to. There's allegedly nothing dodgy behind the 10K donation to a day center that one of the other councillors daughter attends, it's simply a repayment of a favour for getting him a table at her husbands exclusive table. He claims the 50K that he removed in cash last May was simply to pay for things as a builder/developer as cash is handier than cheques and the like.

Davis reckons the 50K is money that he's saved up over the last 30 years in a box in the house and that his wife told him to start paying it into an account as they're about to buy a Spanish property.

Finally Roger finds a date in the two mens diaries that match up to show they attended lunch at the same restaurant at the same time 2 weeks before Stevens approached the council and they'll be able to get the CCTV for it, CCTV that shows that they are sitting together at the same table. As an aside, it's called Enstone's Bar. (The dodgy finance company involved in the Larson cover up was also called Enstone Finance...)

June is acting a little suspicious however... she's noticed a familiar name amongst Stevens' files... Georgia Hicks - the DAC. She tells Rod she's on to something and can't chat after collecting the CCTV - however her car is run off the road and the CCTV tape stolen before she can return to Sun Hill. She's physically fine and manages to stumble out of the car and contact Sun Hill

Georgia goes to speak to John as she's had Councillor Davis ringing her about being arrested, claiming that there was no evidence about it and that if he's going to arrest council officials then he should approach her first. She also tells him that they're going to find out the next morning which station is to close - Barton St or Sun Hill. She insists she has no idea which way it will go. Then she invites John to come and stay with her rather than in a hotel.

Gina and June catch up back at the station where June shows Gina the emails she's found between Stevens and Georgia that detail that a development plan is being prepared for his company to purchase Sun Hill and redevelop the land that the station is on and that Georgia had agreed and told him that they will be able to offer the land.

The women take the proof upstairs to the Superintendent, however he's already left the office. Outside however, June spots him with Georgia - kissing her before getting in the same car.

Episode 487

It's the day of the final evictions and Heaton is on the ground and tells Harris that they have not found hard evidence of corruption. He then has to return for a meeting with the DAC. Diane and Roger find a young man with a petrol can who claims he's the registered owner and he's simply filling it up.

June confesses what she saw last night between the Superintendent and the DAC. She worries that he might be helping Georgia with Stevens' plan and they leave the office, only to find him stood with Georgia. John asks if they know who ran her off the road yet and she says Mickey is working the case. Georgia noticeably hesitates at the bottom of the stairs, listening in.

John asks for the answer about the police station closure and she bulls him up saying that it's too late for an appeal and that she'll find him another station when they merge. He says he won't roll over and let them do it and she says the plans have already been approved.

June has been digging and she finds that Georgia doesn't just own one of the flats that Stevens has been building - but it's a Docklands penthouse. Gina sighs and says they need to take it up to John and get the DPS involved. John locks away the file of June's evidence and tells them he doesn't want it to get out and that Mickey will continue the investigation but he mustn't be told about the DAC. He insists he'll continue the investigation into the DAC and Brian Stevens. June is fuming, insisting he's going to cover it up. Gina tells her that any Super would have to play it carefully and they have to give him a chance. June refuses - she's not going to let him bring down Sun Hill.

On the estate, Reg mutters the immortal line: "I can't imagine anything is going to happen!" right as a car explodes into flames! It's the same car Diane and Roger saw earlier being filled. Diane arrests the boy and Harris is arrested at the same time, telling Roger he tried to stop him.The young boy fakes a fit and Diane gets taken hostage inside the van whilst the outside of it is attacked by the remaining residents. Thankfully it doesn't escalate that far but it does mean that the evictions are further delayed. Harris apologises to the officers for what happened with Diane getting taken hostage - he was approached by the young lad who said he could help, but he had no idea that he'd go so far or act so dangerously. The other residents feel the same, Harris says and that the lad is now on his own - with his little posse of hooligans as the real residents are now too frightened to leave their flats. Harris has to accept that it's over and that he'll lose his flat as he's arrested again. Nikki tells him it's ok, she'll ensure one of her officers keep a close eye on the bailiffs and makes sure nothing gets broken.

Brian insists his son was with him at the snooker hall at the time of June's accident when it's claimed his son's car was used to run her panda car off the road. Mickey, unaware of the background information, is frustrated by June's attempt to press him to do things he doesn't think the evidence backs up. He also even says: "If it was me June, I'd be at home with me feet up." No you wouldn't Mickey! You'd be even worse than June at having to investigate it yourself and get in everyone else's faces! Thankfully a little while later, Mickey finds some CCTV that proves that it was a lie. June is about to let Mickey into what's been going on with Georgia , Heaton and the station but Heaton appears in Custody and she gets distracted, simply following Mickey to interview Stevens.

Stevens insists he's not going to answer their questions when shown the CCTV proof. June slips up by saying the DAC can't save him there and he plays the innocent. She tells him she's seen the emails but Mickey ends the interview to talk to June, asking what she's talking about. Mickey bitches her out about keeping information from him. She has to let it all out but Mickey insists she's acting nuts and it's nothing important. Really Mickey... remember your digging into Chandler with Jack? It's not that dissimilar! She tells him the DAC is corrupt. Mickey: "So you're saying the Superintendent is bent too?" He scoffs, telling her he doesn't want her on the investigation anymore. Funny how he's so quick to forget all the hunches he's had when the evidence is pointing another way - and the Chandler et al stuff... and the Delaney stuff... and all the others! He tells her to take it up with the Superintendent - and then goes to speak to him himself, telling him what has happened!

John's only response is 'is it on tape? Did Sgt Ackland name the DAC on tape?" Mickey says yes - then John says he wants the tape and the files and that he's removing Mickey from the job... surely that should ring some jingle bells, Mickey?

Mickey snaps that he's been removed off the case by the Super to June and hands everything over to him in front of her. "What are you doing?!" June asks incredulously, forced into an office by Heaton who gives her a dressing down about bringing up the DAC and bringing Stevens' in. "I don't think you're in any position to threaten me, Sir." June glares. "I saw you with the DAC last night, you're protecting her!""Be careful what you say." Heaton growls back. "You may regret it."

On the estate, the sun has now set and the relief are facing attacks on the stairwell by the hooligans from earlier. It's wrong to laugh but in the riot suits with their shields the men could literally make two of poor Diane.

Georgia and John meet at the side of the river to talk. He asks her how he knows Stevens' and she says she doesn't other than his case. He lets on that he now knows about her flat and why she's being named in an email by a councillor about the sale of Sun Hill. He's been doing some research - it appears that she also owns a place in Spain sold by Stevens too. He tries to tell her he'll deal with it if she tells him everything. She admits she had a fling with him when she was newly qualified. He sold her both places at a special rate and falsified financial figures to get them. She admits telling him a year ago that Sun Hill might be merging with Barton St and he threatened he'd go to the press about her if she didn't get him the plot secured. She also admits changing the report about Sun Hill and also that councillors were bribed to get him the estate. Her only upset is that John was hurt and she asks him to help her.

Steven's growls at Nikki for not letting his men start work and she snaps back that it's a crime scene and noone gets anywhere without his say so. Heaton appears and Steven's smirks thinking he's about to get his own way... only for Heaton to arrest him. He thinks he's about to go once they're at the station and he's about to be booked in when John says there's been a new development. The smile is wiped off his face when Heaton tells him that his son has just admitted to driving June off the road.

John goes to address the relief at the end of the day, telling them he wants to confirm a rumour. Sun Hill is not going to close. June still worries they're going to bury the DAC's involvement in the corruption. She marches into John's office and insists she'll call the DPS herself if she has to. John tries to stop her, Georgia tries to get her thrown out the room.... and the DPS arrive to arrest Georgia. Heaton had already called them and he hands over a recording of their conversation to them.

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@vanishinq sent: ❛  distraction .   to  rile  my  muse  up  during  a  film- accepting

i knew that we weren’t going to make it to the end of the movie the second casper shifted positions.

we had gotten into the habit of spending tuesday nights together, in my apartment. it had started when cas had needed somewhere quiet to recover from a weekend of being alex, and it had grown from there into a habit - just us, no work, no aliases. i wasn’t even sure what we were watching, it was some random movie on a random channel that i’d stopped on, and if i was being completely honest i had barely been paying attention to it anyway, but i had thought that cas had fallen asleep, his head rested on my shoulder, body curled against mine on the couch, and i had been so focused on not fidgeting, so as not to disturb him, that i hadn’t seen his eyes open, and flick towards my face.

i noticed his hand move, though.

it started innocently enough, moving his arm so that his hand stopped resting on the cushion between us, and rested, ever so lightly on my knee. i took a breath, and glanced at him, seeing that familiar glint in his eye, underneath his oh-so-innocent expression. “ i thought you were sleeping. ”       i murmured, and fixed my eyes on the television once more as cas shrugged, his lips curving into a dangerously sharp smirk. i swallowed, and managed to last three whole seconds before my gaze flicked back to the hand that was trailing devilishly slowly along my leg.

which was the exact moment i knew i was never going to see how the movie ended.

casper moved next to me, turning to give himself a little more dexterity; the shift also had the added effect of bringing his lips closer to my ear, and i swallowed again, flush already teasing my cheeks pink as i remained as still as possible. i blinked at the screen, blood already rushing south as his fingers danced along my inner thigh,        “ cas - ”       i whispered, but i had nothing to follow it up with, i didn’t want him to stop, if anything, i wanted him to hurry up and stop teasing me – but there was little chance of that as his lips gazed the side of my neck and i felt a shiver travel down my thigh.

it was my own fault, really, that i never found out what happened in that film - because that shiver triggered something in casper that i should have seen coming. within minutes my eyes were squeezed closed, head thrown back as i tried, so desperately, not to give in to him completely - it was always more fun when i could actually bite back, but he’d caught me unaware, and that gave him a huge advantage. the worst of it was, despite the whispers that he was carefully streaming into my ear, his hand never quite lingered long enough to give me the kind of relief i wanted so badly. he would brush against me enough that i thought he would finally do something, and then his fingers would skitter to my thigh, or my lower belly, or anywhere that wasn’t what i really wanted him to focus on. i knew what he wanted, he wanted me to give in to him and beg – we both knew i would get there, eventually, i always did; but for some reason, his playful taunts sparked a defiance in me, and i took a deep breath, fixing my gaze on the screen once more, although my vision was blurring at the edges with how hard i was concentrating, and my breath was ragged and uneven.

“ you know, i think this won a golden gl- ”       he cut me off expertly by finally stroking what was, at that point, an aching erection, ripping the words right out of my mouth as my eyes squeezed shut once more. “ what’s wrong, baby? ”   however innocent his voice was, his actions were far from it.     “ you wanna ask me something? ”      once again, his hand drifted away, but this time i couldn’t bear it. i could feel his grin against my neck when i finally lost enough control to whine as his touch left me trembling. i gave in. it had taken him perhaps ten minutes to completely unravel me – i considered that my personal best. “ please casper - ”        i whispered, turning towards him and attempting to catch his lips with mine, he pulled back just enough to stay out of reach, one eyebrow raised, and i wanted to scream.       “ please can you touch me? ”        his smirk was torturous and heated as he leaned in and pressed a lingering kiss to the sensitive spot just under my ear.

“ but babe, ”        my eyes shot open, his fingers digging into my thigh,        “ i am touching you. ”

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♡ 👉🏻👈🏻

send ♡ if ur muse has crush on beau

that's sooooo cute they should date so that they can realise they're soulmates trapped in a doomed cycle of consuming love and heartwrenching betrayal until one of them can't take it anymore 🥰🥰🥰

beau has a crush on cas too

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me thinking that kit could benefit from a normal relationship vs me knowing they could never have a normal relationship JFKDKSKA

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Risky Business: Part Two

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.2k

Summary: The repercussions of being in prison finally take a toll on you. You're yelling at everyone, short and curt, and you're in a constant state of wanting to cry. Will this bitter cycle ever end?

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Season Five Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them.

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Spencer and Derek went to check out Ryan Krouse's house to get a feel of who he was before he died. He was the one who died in the hospital after being treated. Like with Trish, there were no secret hiding places or drug paraphernalia. There are pictures of Ryan and his girlfriend, Shaunna in his room that give off a look of happiness. According to his parents, Ryan never dated Trish or even knew of her. The only time they met was at the hospital.

Ryan got good grades and he got a recommendation letter from the football coach to play varsity next year. Derek wanted to take his laptop for evidence but Ryan didn't have one. His father didn't want him to be online without supervision, so Derek will settle for the network IP address instead. Penelope can get into it from where she is.

You get back to the station and meet up with everyone else. You hand Trish's laptop to Penelope who immediately goes through it. You stand off to the side and watch as everyone engages in the case. You'll help if needed but you don't have the energy to be as involved as they are. You're so lucky to have someone like Hotch. Anyone else would have suspended you.

"Hey, you ready to delve into Trish's online world?"

"If by ready you mean extremely capable and even more reluctant, then yes." she hacks into the computer. "That's weird. There's nothing here."

"Nothing useful?"

"Nothing at all. There's no root directory or operating system. The registry appears to be blank."

"Why would she have an empty computer set up?"

"I did not say empty, I said appears to be blank. I'm gonna need a little while." She does something different and immediately unlocks what is hidden. "I got it! It was just a basic Trojan Horse. It just hid the directories and didn't erase them. Oh, God."

"What is it?"

You look up and see Derek and Spencer walk into the police station. Penelope pulls up a website that she frequented a lot.

"She was on a choking game site the night she died. It looks like it's a game kids play where they choke themselves to get a buzz, to get high."

"They call it the good kids' high," Spencer says. "You get lightheaded and a sense of euphoria even though no actual drugs are involved. It's something kids in high school play."

"Did Ryan have a computer?"

"Not in his room."

"What about a gaming system?" Pen asks and Derek nods. "Teenagers will find a way to get online."

"I have the IP address."

Penelope uses it to get into the system where she finds the exact same website Trish went to.

"Bingo. Ryan was on the same site on the same night. I don't think it's suicide." She continues to type. "Hang on, this is a text-to-voice icon. Let's see what happens."

She clicks on it and a computer-animated voice starts to speak.

"Come on, try it. We all do it. I dare you."

"I dare you? Someone was orchestrating this, purposely getting the kids to choke themselves."

"Make sure you close the door. Tomorrow's the big night. We're all gonna play the game."

"There's a whole subculture around this game. They make up names for it and do it at parties. Someone is daring these kids in this area to play the game," Penelope says and looks into the website more. "It's a contest, and there are rules. 'Come on, Evans High, this is the big one. Garfield edged out Casper High last week. You gonna let them diss us?'"

"Diss? That sounds like a kid. Who else would pit schools against each other?"

"Reckless teenage competition," Rossi scoffs.

"The school that logs the most high times this Friday wins. Get your friends on board. Practice makes the high last longer. Gotta do it alone, video it with your webcam, and upload it to the site for it to count," Penelope reads.

"Friday? That's tomorrow."

"Doing it alone requires ligatures. He's basically encouraging them to play the deadliest form of the game with no one there to revive them."

"Garcia, shut this site down," Hotch says.

"Sir, I can totally do that but I don't think you want me to."

"Why?"

"Right now this site is our only way to track the unsub. If I cut into it, he'll know we're watching him, in which case he'll shut it down. He'll write a simple change in code and bring it back up in a more covert fashion. Plus, there's no telling how many servers it's replicated on, anyway."

"You're right," he sighs. "We're ready to give the profile."

You've been writing in your notebook just like your therapist has suggested but nothing is happening. Maybe your own fear is clinging to theirs. Maybe your fear doesn't want to be alone so it brings you down with it. How can you possibly hope to overcome this if you can't even get away from your fear?

"We believe the unsub responsible for these deaths may be a teenager," Derek begins the profile. "He's a loner and doesn't participate in team sports or group activities. He's withdrawn with very low self-esteem."

"His only form of pure interaction is online. He engages in activities that draw attention to himself yet isolate him from his peers. Parents and teachers should watch out for the warning signs--bloodshot eyes, marks on their necks, severe headaches, and disorientation."

"In real life, he considers himself a loser. In cyberspace, he can pull strings. It makes him feel powerful."

"Does this kid know that other kids are dying because of him?" an officer asks.

"Could be. He's choking himself and daring others to do it, so we're most likely looking at reckless homicides here."

"If you see anything that's unusual or suspicious, just call the sheriff's department and we will try to direct you as best we can. Thank you," JJ finishes.

The police will appeal to the public but you, Derek, and Spencer are going to a school to appeal to the kids. Hotch and Emily are at another school, and Rossi and a few officers are at another. The classroom you're in has students who look like they want to be anywhere but here. They aren't paying attention, and some of them are even on their phones and giggling.

"Two different mechanisms--strangulation and hyperventilation--create the same effect: oxygen deprivation in the brain."

A phone beeps and a student tries to hold his laughter.

"Hey, kid. Not a good idea. Let me see it." Derek snatches the phone from the kid and reads his text out loud. "What planet is this dude from? He doesn't want us to win the contest."

"I think the accurate statement would be, 'he doesn't want us to participate in the contest at all.'" He walks to the empty desk in the room and points to it. "This was Ryan's desk, right? This is where Ryan sat? You guys remember Ryan, right? He played football and took Shaunna to Prom. I'm assuming that some of you were probably even friends with Ryan.

"He wanted to win the contest, too, but the way Ryan choked himself, he cut off all the oxygen to his brain. That sent a distress signal to his heart, slowing it down. Then his brain, in an effort to preserve itself, shut off all non-essential bodily functions. His arms gave out. His legs gave out. That means he couldn't loosen the tie around his neck, at which point panic set in.

"In Ryan's case, it escalated to cardiac arrest, which means that his heart stopped. Brain damage began, and within four minutes, he was completely and totally brain-dead. He died scared and probably in a lot of pain, unable to stop what he thought he had complete control of. All because he wanted to participate in what I consider to be a pretty lame game. So, I mean, your text is actually completely accurate. I don't want you to win the contest because I don't want you to play the game."

Every single student is looking at Spencer in silence but they aren't connecting to what he's saying. He gave them technical talk they're not interested in so you have to step it up. You shouldn't be talking to these kids in your condition but you think they need someone like you to make this real for them.

"This isn't a game. This your life," you snap. "Do you want to grow up? Get out of this school? Make a life for yourself? See the world and enjoy it? Well, you won't because you'll be dead due to a dumbass decision you made."

"Okay, that's enough," Derek says.

"No, they're not listening! They're teenagers. They think they're right. They think they can do whatever they want and bad things won't happen to them. They'll play this game because they want to be cool." You turn to the students. "Do you want to know what's cool? Graduating. Getting a job you love. Making money. Starting a family. Guess what? You won't be able to do that because you will kill yourselves, and everything you've worked for will be for nothing. You will be gone and eventually forgotten."

That seems to instill fear in some of them. There are a few that don't care what you're saying but you're not sure what else you can say to get them to realize the gravity of the situation.

"You all believe this shit?" a young goth boy in the back speaks up.

"You don't? Why don't you come up here and tell us what you think?"

"Whatever."

The boy gets up and looks like he is going to go up and talk when he takes off running out of the classroom like a guilty man.

"Hey! Hey! Come here!"

Derek immediately chases off after him followed by Spencer. You stay in the classroom and look at everyone there.

"Listen, I'm not your parent. I can't tell you what to do, but I can tell you what your life will look like if you decide to play this game. You might be fine afterward or you might be dead, but the second that you are born, you start to affect everyone around you. What if your best friend played and then died? How would you feel? How do you think they'd feel if you died? Your parents? Siblings?

"You get one life. If you make one mistake, that's it. There are no do-overs. Do you really want to be the person who died too young? Who died because of a game? Games are supposed to be fun, not deadly. You're old enough to know what death is but young enough to not have to be around it. Just something to think about the next time you wrap something around your neck."

If that doesn't get to them, you don't know what will. You leave the classroom and finally join Derek and Spencer's side who has the young goth kid pinned to the ground. Well, Derek does.

"Stop fighting. Stop it!"

"Let me go!"

They wait until he is calm to talk to him.

"Why did you run?"

"Morgan, look at his neck," Spencer says.

Derek reaches for the choker the kid has on but he freaks and struggles against him.

"Don't touch that!"

"Hey, what did I say? Relax."

The kid must realize he can't do anything against Morgan so he has no choice but to let him pull down his choker. There are ligature marks around his neck varying in different colors. 

"Different colors mean different stages of healing," you say.

"You've been doing this to yourself for a long time, haven't you? There's no telling how much his brain has suffered," Dean sighs.

Derek has no choice but to take the kid to the hospital to get checked out. Rhonda is the only one who meets you there since the rest of the team is still at the other schools.

"Dr. Reid," she says when you get there. "Do you think it's him?"

"He's a pretty likely candidate."

A man walks in and you are floored by the energy you feel. It's not a good one. There's something evil about him. You don't like him at all.

"Hi, I'm Wilson Summers. The school called and said my son was injured," he says to a nurse.

"Will," Rhonda says and waves him over.

"Do you know him?" you ask.

"Professionally. He works for the fire department."

"You don't say."

"Sheriff, hi.

You cross your arms and watch him with a careful eye.

"Is my son all right, doctor?" he asks Spencer.

"I'm not that type of doctor. We're with the FBI."

"FBI?"

You sense panic in his body language but he tries to play it off.

"Your son, Christopher, has been choking himself," you put bluntly. "Did you know the kids that have died recently?"

"You're talking about the suicides?"

"They're not suicides. It's a game that kids his age tend to play where they force themselves to pass out for the buzz that it gives them. Do you know anything about that?" He narrows his eyes at you, not liking what you're implying. "How long has Christopher been dressing in the gothic fashion?"

"A while. He's been having a rough time."

"Why's that?"

"His mother died a few years ago, and he's been wearing black ever since."

"Does Christopher spend a lot of time on the computer?" Rhonda asks.

"Just about every waking hour. Why?"

"We think your son may have created a website encouraging kids to compete in this choking contest. Let me ask you again, do you know something about that?" you ask.

"I don't like what you're implying, Agent."

"I'm not implying anything."

"Dad."

Christopher is wheeled in on a wheelchair with Derek by his side.

"Hey, buddy."

"Take him inside," Derek says to the doctor. "Your son needs to go in for some tests."

"Will, when he's done, we're gonna need to talk to him down in my office."

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laeche and...reid?

Call it self preservation, call it paranoia, or even call it agoraphobia, whatever anyone wants to call it, the fact is a simple one; Reid makes an effort to stay where he is safe and sound in Koteus’s hive.

In the five years since he found himself stuck on Alternia, he can count on just his two hands the amount of times he’s left the safety of the secluded territory. Even then, most of that was moving from the safety of one hive to the next. Which is why his current existence at the farmer’s market just outside of the House of Restoration is such a marvel.

The trolls shuffling around him don’t even know they’re dealing with a tried and true homebody.

He stands awkwardly near a stand that claims to sell some sort of berry from some distant colony planet, cultivated here on Alternian soil.

An alien fruit, the only thing he has anything in common with aside from Alli, the person who got him all disguised up and dragged him out here in the first place.

they disappeared into the crowd ages ago, in his effort to find them he found himself here with this alien fruit.

Reid stares at the berries blankly, wondering what the chances of him being allergic to these orange raspberry shaped fruits might be. He isn’t allergic to regular berries, but alien, Alternian raised berries might prove to explode human heads or something.

Suddenly the edges of his vision start to blur and it feels like his heart is about to pound its way out of his chest.

The world starts spinning.

He needs to find Alli.

He turns on his heels and starts to go in the direction he last saw them go in.

Slam!

He walks directly into the chest of a stranger that must’ve been standing too close. Or maybe he took too big a stride.

All he knows is that briefly his world is engulfed in soft gray fabric and then two steady hands grip his shoulders and hold him in place, arms length apart.

“Hey, bud. Aren’t you going to get my name before motorboating me?”

The voice belonging to the pair of hands, laced in a bit of humor, grounds him, but just enough to realize he is standing much too close to a stranger. He pulls away quite dramatically and stares up at the troll.

Sweater with a fleet emblem, purple eyes, fuck.

All that’s missing is some facepaint.

Reid takes a half step back.

His eyes are kind, hands up to show he doesn’t mean any harm, with a slouch that indicates he is trying to portray a more lax stature.

Anyone can fake those things.

Reid’s eyes dart from the troll in front of him to the rest of the crowd milling through the market.

He must look like he is about to dart himself because the stranger sets a hand on his shoulder again.

“Hey. Stay with me kid. You don’t look so hot.”

“I need to find my friend.”

“Can’t even find your own feet.” He says with a small laugh, almost pitying in nature, as he gently guides Reid to sit at a curb. The panicked human does nothing to fight against it. His voice is actually pretty soothing. “Got a name?”

“Casper. My name is Casper.”

“Alrighty Casper. I’m Laeche. Lai’s good too. How about you take a drink of that water there and we sit here and wait for your friend together?”

Reid nods slowly, patting around for the water bottle hanging off of his backpack. When he finds and unclips it he drinks in big gulps while keeping his eye on the purple blood.

His heart thrums in his throat still.

Laeche.

He seems content to just sit there fiddling with his purchases for the day, then he takes out his phone and swipes through what must be a list, and back to fussing in his bags.

“It’s the craziest thing, Cas. I get back home for the first time in a handful of perigees, I got two brats sending me to the market for ingredients.”

“Is it laziness?”

“They love to boss me around.” He shakes his head. “Crazy, right?”

“I know the feeling.”

“Speaking of. Feeling better?”

Before Reid can answer, someone casts a shadow over the pair and Laeche adjusts himself to take a more defensive posture over him.

The figure speaks before he gets a chance to see.

“Casper!”

It’s Alli. Thank god. thank god he didn’t take off when he wanted to.

“Rorian! You disappeared.”

Just like that, the purple blood relaxes and continues to dig in his bag.

“Yeah. Sorry about that.” They rub the back of their head as they mumble their apology. Excitable nature temporarily muted to leave room for sincerity. “Did you make a new friend?!”

“This is Laeche.”

“Hola.” Laeche says with a half wave as he stands.

“Hola!” Is Alli’s enthusiastic reply. “Leaving already?”

“Yeah. I need to find some peppers. It’s been real, Casper. Rorian take good care of my buddy here, will you?”

“You got it, chief!”

As he walks by he mumbles something into Alli’s ear that Reid doesn’t quite catch. They immediately gasp and rip their backpack off to dig around for something in it.

“What’s up?” Reid asks with the tilt of his head, standing up now.

“Heh, uhm. Don’t freak out,” they request quietly, as calmly as they can, as they pull up a small jar of paint from the bag. “He said you’re sweating through on the back of your neck.”

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[lordtonic]

so kitten does reid sorry i mean casper

does casper know that you know he's a human or what

Kitten let his face fall into his hands in a big big pout!!!

“Noooo he got you and he infected you!!!

I KNOW ALL ABOUT HIM BEING ALL HUMAN AND STUFF, HES NOT THAT COOL OR SOMETHING.”

You could say he was jealous, all the good fanfics are about human guys.

“And you know the worst part about that! He NEVER lets me have a itsy bitsy nibble he’s so, so, so mean to me, Chase! DONT BELIEVE ANYTHING HE SAYS ABOUT MY BODY OR CHARACTER.”

[killyertelevision]

OKAY SO FROM.LEFT TO RIGHT ITS CASPER RIZZO REID AND MIKEY. rizzo has curly hair and he's albino he's so cute. and casper has grey ears. they're beautiful

THEYRE SO CUTE WTF!!! i love rizzo soo much i’ve never seen a rat look like him before

[guppygiggles]

Speech lesson… /////

[nikki-tine]

A comm for @fluffyhare (again?! Man you're a blessing ;//; I feel like I can't thank you and other returning commissioners enough) from recently!

(Sorry I haven't been posting here recently y'all, I've been a little low on energy,,)

[e1ght8all]

( CASPER REID ): PROMISE ME NOT TO DO ANYTHING STUPID. as a rule, julian picked the smart move. the right move. any move that would ensure they didn't end up dead by the side of the road, somewhere. but staring at casper now, jules had to question what his definition of stupid is. was keeping his partner's secret, knowing he was trying to kill hector salamanca, stupid? was being on friendly terms with gus fring, hector's enemy, stupid? was being just a little too open and honest with the ghost - master escape artist and highly wanted criminal - stupid? jules never thought of themself as unintelligent, but realizing where they had ended up and where they were going, they supposed they weren't as smart as they thought. but they were clever. and they had layers of self preservation skills. glancing at the man, julian takes a drag from their cigarette, blowing the smoke up towards the sky. ' i promise not to get caught doing anything stupid, ' they say with an almost grin. @vanishinq.

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@vanishinq sent: 42 - fast forward ; jeon s.omi

i had known, when i first met him, that loving casper reid was not going to be easy. except that most of the time it was — i understood him, he understood me, we worked well together and i had never felt as at ease as i did when we were alone… except that wasn’t how it stayed, was it?

that first big betrayal cut deeper than anything i would ever have to face again — i’d thought. maybe i just didn’t understand cas as much as i thought i did. because here i was… i’d lost count of how many times he’d tried to push me away at this point, all i knew that i was standing in the wretched kitchen, cheeks burning. again, and i reeled from yet another rant of misplaced frustration.

“ how many heartbreaks do i take just to get to you? ” i asked. because it wasn’t my fault that kit had found him again, it wasn’t my fault he had nowhere else to go, and it wasn’t my fault that he didn’t trust me. it was all i could say. i didn’t know how to tell him in new words that i wasn’t going to turn my back on him, i didn’t know how to ask him to just let me in.

he didn’t have to love me anymore, that wasn’t the point, but as i took a step towards him, and realised that he wasn’t even looking at me like he was seeing me, i realised that all i wanted was to be trusted by him once more. i could at least handle my own feelings if that was the case. “ how many? ”

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INCORRECT QUOTES ; beau & casper - for @vanishinq