#Jimmy x Derek

[redlenai]

"Asleep, you're the cutest little angel"

Just wanted an excuse to draw Derek's body~

(Uncropped at: X | Bluesky | Cafecito )

[moonagedaydreamsofrhiannon]

het ships so good they feel like queerbaiting

[romancemedia]

Cartoon Romances + First Meeting

[peetas-nose]

SQUEALING. CRYING. SCREAMING. THROWING UP. THE SHOES?? NO HE LOOKS SO FUCKING GOOD FUCK YOU

[profwonderbearthementalista]

The whole Lisbon clan in Where In The World Is Carmine O'Brien 4x06 and Little Yellow House 7x07!

Collage made by me!

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@feministjane

[johnnycakeeeeie]

what I will and won’t write!! and character list too!

american horror story

tate langdon

kit walker

kyle spencer

jimmy darling

james patrick march

marvel

quicksilver

the outsiders

every character!! :)

also send me requests! I’ll write a lot of stuff, especially hcs. just ask! please follow my yes’s and no’s! if you ask and I know of the character (from any series or person) I’ll write only if ik who they are! 🖤

YES

any gender reader, in a rq please specify which

suggestive material is all cool with me!

comfort and fluff ofc, it’s my fav to write

HCS HCS HCS HCS HCS‼️

sad stuff, just not reader and character arguing or being mad at eachother, for some reason I just can’t write/read it without feeling so sad💀

comfort! i love writing it, like where you the character is comforted or reader is!

NO

nsfw, I’m in a way half way with it. I’ll write stuff with nsfw undertones and maybe dirty talk or dirty jokes, stuff like that. but i won’t write full smut

nothing dead dove related. that’s not my cup of tea.

nothing with any slurs, or really heavy language. i cuss a lot irl and online, but i never know what series or words is triggering for someone, so it’s better to play it safe. :)

THATS IT THANK YOU!‼️

[djkerr]

Shrinking 02x01 Jimmying

SHRINKING 🧠 (2023-) #02.01 | "Jimmying"

[shellbilee]

Hey There Darlin' - Chapter 7

A Glen Powell RPF series

Can't believe how much this is growing. I'm so thankful for every like, reblog and comment. Sending all of my apologies for the delay, I've forgotten how hard smut is to write and I'm embarrassed to admit how many times I wrote and re-wrote this trying to make it perfect. Hope you enjoy! x

Thankyou to @zacksnydered for the gifs!

Warning - Smut heavy in this chapter.

Billie

“105! Dani, you did it girl!” Billie beams, grinning from ear to ear as she helps her patient re-rack the loaded barbell on the squat rack.

Dani’s grin matches Billie’s when she turns around and jumps into Billie to hug her, the two having a celebratory embrace at the new squat personal best. Dani was a sophomore who had torn a major ligament in her knee playing high-level basketball, and after close to six months of rehabilitation, she was back to squatting even more than she was pre-injury.

“I told you you could do it, I’m so proud of you!” Billie announces as they part, holding Dani’s shoulders and grinning back at her teenage patient.

Dani’s smile takes up her whole face. “Thank you so much Billie, honestly I couldn’t have done it without you”

Billie scoffs, “Don’t be silly. This was all you!”

“What’s 105 in pounds?” Dani asks, picking up her water bottle and looking back at Billie, “Also, when are you ever going to stop using kilograms?”

“About 240 pounds” Billie replies with a laugh, “And never. I can’t help it that my brain thinks in kilos. That’s what I learnt in school way back when, and that’s what I’m sticking with”.

Dani laughs, sitting down on the floor and stretching out her legs, Billie perching on a nearby plyometric box and looking down at Dani.

“So, same time next week?” Billie asks, pulling out her iPad and checking her patient diary for next week, “Two-thirty?”

Dani nods and Billie inputs the appointment, running through the plan for their next session before saying goodbye.

“Well done again Dani” Billie says, squeezing her shoulder as they walk out of the gym area, “We’re going to have you back on the court in no time at this rate”.

Dani grins and Billie nods, waving goodbye as Dani goes to get her things and Billie retreats into her office.

Almost immediately she picks up her phone, her stomach flip-flopping when she sees a text message notification from Glen. They’d transitioned to text messaging, having exchanged phone numbers on Sunday night, and despite it being two whole days, Billie wasn’t sure she would ever get used to seeing Glen Powell’s name pop up on her phone.

There’d been no shortage of interaction between the two of them, Glen and Billie texting back and forth - talking, flirting and sharing pictures of their day. Of Brisket and Nugget, of Billie out on a run, of Glen at the gym, a playful selfie here and there. Their texts had become increasingly flirtatious, and Billie was seriously struggling to keep her thoughts in check. 

She was trying to focus on work - on Chelsea's niggling shoulder, on Derek’s hip that was catching every time he reached top speed on his sprint, on the brace that she had to order for Jimmy’s knee, but thoughts of Glen somehow kept inching their way in.

Billie felt like she was back in high school and with a teenage crush. Except this time, she was a grown up, and her teenage crush was a Hollywood celebrity.

She swipes across the screen to open his text message, nearly audibly groaning at what appears on her screen next. Glen was at a photo shoot today, and he’d sent her a little sneak preview. 

How was it physically possible for anyone to be that good looking? 

Honestly. 

The man was literally sex on fucking legs.

The photo shows Glen dressed in a light blue shirt and jacket leaning against a door frame, his shirt unbuttoned and leaving very little of his chest to the imagination. Billie isn’t sure where to look first, torn between the delicious planes of his chest covered in a dark mess of hair, or his intense, intimate expression that makes Billie need to catch her breath. His jaw is covered in more stubble than when she’d seen him last, and suddenly she can’t help but wonder how it would feel when she kissed him.

Her fingers hover over the screen, her brain at a momentary loss of what to say.

How am I supposed to focus on the rest of work when you're looking like that 😍

Typing bubbles appear almost instantly, and Billie realises she’s smiling.

You’re not the only one having trouble focusing. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about seeing you tonight

Billie’s smile grows then, her whole body instantly flushing with warmth. She types back, knowing her thoughts have undoubtedly been very similar to his.

Surely that ‘lost in thought’ look is what works for photo shoots though?

She can almost hear Glen chuckling as he reads her words.

Except that they kept asking me why I seemed so distracted all through the shoot

Billie feels herself grin stupidly.

And what did you tell them?

I said that I had something I was looking forward to doing tonight 

Billie nearly drops her phone at that, her breathing instantly ragged. Fuck.

And what might that be?

Seeing you, of course

Billie lets out a laugh then, loving their flirty back and forth. 

She's already decided she’s going to sleep with Glen tonight. Not only because she was dying to, but because she knew there was no way she was going to be able to stop herself. How she'd done so on Sunday at his house she had no idea - she could still feel his lips on hers if she thought about it, tender and heated as he held her on the kitchen bench.

Billie grins and bites her bottom lip, fingers tapping on the screen.

See you at 8 darlin x

You’re trouble mister 🙈 I'm looking forward to you seeing you too.

“Am I allowed to know about whatever it is that's making you look at your phone like that?” 

Billie's head snaps up when she hears her colleague Lisa's voice, seeing her standing in her office doorway with a curious look on her face.

“Nope” Billie says, sending a kiss face emoji back to Glen before locking her phone and quickly shoving it back into her pocket.

“Cmon B, we've worked together long enough for me to know that that” she says pointing at Billie's pocket, “Is absolutely something to do with a guy. So come on, spill”.

Billie grins, picking her water bottle up from her desk and bending to check her computer screen to see who her next client is. 

“Need to know basis at this point, Lisa”

“Oh yeah? I don't even get a little hint?”

Billie laughs at her friend's insistence.

“Alright, here's one. He's fucking gorgeous”

Lisa rolls her eyes. “That's hardly a hint Bil”.

Billie shrugs, smiling sweetly and walking over to the doorway beside Lisa.

“That's all you need to know for now”.

“Need to know, or get to know?”

“Both”

“Did you meet him at Rufus on Friday?”

Billie shrugs again innocently. “Maybe”.

Lisa raises one eyebrow, running her fingers through her platinum blonde, spikey pixie cut. 

“You know I'm going to keep asking you, yeah?”

Billie laughs, the two walking down the hallway and stopping at Lisa's office.

“And you know I’m going to keep deflecting your questions yeah?”.

Lisa punches her arm playfully and Billie grins, nodding at her friend before walking off to the waiting room.

“Billie!”

Billie stops short as she passes Ross’ office, her boss sitting at his desk and waving to her. 

“Hey bossman”

“Just checking you’re still okay for the Monterey trip in August?”

Billie nods. “Sure am”.

Due to the clinic’s work with high school and college athletes, they often got asked to accompany teams to tournaments and competitions around the country. Billie had been on a few trips in her years at Evolution Sports Rehab, using them as a convenient excuse to see more of the US. So far she’d been to Florida, Atlanta and Boston, and several places in the greater California area.

A few weeks ago Ross had been contacted about a four day college football tournament in Monterey, California. He'd pitched the opportunity to her and the rest of the physical therapists at a clinic meeting last month and Billie had put her hand up to go. Namely, because Bec and Ben had a gorgeous beach house down in Monterey that Billie had spent countless girls' weekends at. Knowing that Bec wouldn't batter an eyelid if she asked to borrow it for a few days, she'd jumped at the idea of a mini getaway at the beach - even if she had to work for a little while she was there.

“Can you make sure you've done your stock order by the end of the week please? Whatever sports tapes and creams you think you'll need for it”

Billie exhales and leans her hip against the door frame, shaking her head at her boss.

“Why on earth do you think I haven't already done that Ross?” Billie asks, grinning when Ross rolls his eyes and laughs, “I mean we've only worked together for how long? It's like you don't know me at all”.

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry” he says, waving her off.

Billie laughs and turns to exit his office, Ross’ voice making her stop.

“You seem like you’re in a good mood today?”

Billie turns to look at Ross curiously. “Am I not usually?”

Ross laughs. “You’re always happy and bubbly Billie, but it just feels like you have an extra spring in your step today”

Billie shrugs innocently, knowing full well that it's the evening activities she has planned that's making her seem giddy. But her boss certainly doesn't need those extra details.

Billie opens her mouth to respond but is cut off by Ross’ phone ringing, the two sharing a look that says ‘talk later’ without words. Ross nods at her before he picks up his phone, Billie waving him off and walking out to collect her next patient.

---

Billie is lighting her favourite coffee scented candle on the table when she hears the knock at the door, Nugget jumping from his bed and barrelling down the hallway like a rhino in a stampede. She puts the box of matches down and makes her way to the front door, pausing to quickly look over her reflection in the oversized hallway mirror. 

She exhales heavily, looking back at her face.

Glen Powell is about to be in her house.

It's words she never thought she'd say in a million years, yet here she is, about to invite him in on a third date. 

A third date, that she's very much hoping ends in the stereotypical way it's said that third dates do.

Billie is acutely aware of the way her heart is doing backflips in her chest, her insides feeling giddy as she pulls open the door.

“Hey there peach”

Billie's cheeks instantly flush at his nickname, never mind the utterly sexy smile on his face that makes her temporarily forget her own name. He’s dressed in a tight tan t-shirt that Billie can’t help but notice is nearly strangling his thick biceps, his hair fluffy and brushed back like it was in the photo he'd sent her earlier.

It takes everything she has not to jump him right there and then. 

“Peach?” she questions with a grin at Glen, tilting her head and leaning her temple against the door edge.

He grins, shrugging his broad shoulders adorably. “I dunno, it just came to me”.

Billie laughs then, opening the door all the way and gesturing for Glen to come in. He’s holding a wriggling Brisket in one arm, the tiny dog desperate to get to Nugget who is similarly wriggling with excitement at Billie’s feet. Billie manages a quick hello pat before Glen bends and lets Brisket run off into the house, the two dogs galloping away already in play mode.

Glen steps inside and stands beside Billie, the heady scent of his delicious cologne instantly clouding her. She barely has time to close the door behind her before Glen's hands are on her, his lips finding hers in a heated kiss that leaves her breathless and wanting.

“I've been thinking about doing that all day” he whispers when they eventually part, his lips still only an inch from hers, one of his hands reaching up to tuck one side of her loose hair behind her ear.

It's the smallest gesture, but in an instant it has Billie melting.

“That makes two of us” Billie replies, her eyes never leaving his full lips, reaching for his jaw and pulling him back in for another tender kiss that he immediately deepens with his tongue.

God, if she didn't stop now they'd end up fucking in her hallway.

She forces herself away from him knowing that she’ll lose control if she lets their kiss continue for even a second longer, feeling her stomach squeeze in the best way when he keeps hold of her hand and lets her lead him down the hallway.

“Can I get you a drink?” Billie asks, gesturing for Glen to take a seat and walking over to open the back door for Nugget and Brisket to go outside, “I’ve got beer, wine, soda or water”.

“I’ll take a beer please” he says, pulling out a stool and sitting down, resting his elbows on the bench.

Billie can’t help but smile at the sight of him sitting in her kitchen. It all seems so domestically normal, but really, it’s anything but that. It’s like she has to actively work to keep her eyes from staring at him - at his thick, tanned forearms, his full, plump lips, or his gorgeous green eyes that are currently following her around her kitchen. The kitchen of which, she’d happily let him take her on every single surface of. 

She exhales silently through her nose. 

Fuck.

“I realise that I should have asked this earlier” Billie asks suddenly, turning and opening the fridge to retrieve a beer and an already opened bottle of pinot grigio, “But please tell me you eat sushi? Because I definitely don’t have an option B prepared”

Glen laughs, his deep chuckle echoing in the kitchen. “I do. Did you order in?”

Bille shakes her head, popping the cap off the beer and handing him the bottle. “No, we’re making it”

Glen eyes her curiously, one eyebrow raised. “I’ve never made sushi before”.

“It's easy, I promise”, Billie says as she pours herself a glass of white wine, lifting the glass to her lips and taking a sip, “I’ve got it all ready to go”.

“How was work today?” Glen asks when Billie starts taking her already chopped and prepared ingredients out of the fridge and laying them on the bench in front of Glen.

She tells him about Dani, her patient that pulled a new personal best, and about the Monterey trip in August. 

“Do you go on trips like that often?” 

Billie shrugs as she peels two sheets of dried seaweed from the packet, laying them on the bamboo mats in front of her and Glen. 

“I've been on a few actually. The last one was a baseball tournament in Boston last October” she explains as she pulls the bowl of now cooled sushi rice from the stove onto the bench, “I went with Shanya, one of my younger colleagues and honestly it felt more like a holiday than work. We had the best time. Got to see Fenway too, which was definitely a highlight”.

Glen listens intently as she talks, Billie feeling his eyes on her as she leans against the bench and takes another sip of her wine. She loves the way each part of her body feels as he looks at her, her mind soon wandering and imagining how his hands would feel instead.

For a second she seriously considers completely ditching dinner and moving straight to the part of tonight she’s been thinking about all day.

“Okay so do you have any idea how to do this?”

Glen shakes his head no, the adorable expression on his face making Billie laugh.

“The hardest part is making sure you don't put too much rice, and then the rolling of course” Billie explains, using a spoon to flatten a layer of rice onto the seaweed sheet, “Then you just add your fillings long ways like this” she adds, arranging salmon, avocado and Japanese mayonnaise horizontally across the rice.

She wets her fingers and carefully rolls up the seaweed, looking up at Glen when she's produced a perfect looking sushi roll.

“See, easy right?”

Glen laughs, clearly not convinced.

They spend the next fifteen minutes making sushi, Billie offering her best constructive criticism and chuckling when Glen's first attempt immediately unrolls on the plate. The second one is a little better albeit has filling falling out the sides, Glen clapping his hands in triumph when it stays put on the plate and making Billie laugh harder.

If her life were a movie, this scene would be shown as a video montage in the kitchen with a fun pop song in the background, cutting between snippets of Billie and Glen laughing and grinning at one other. 

She can’t help but smile stupidly at the thought.

“Wow, you can't half tell which ones are mine” Glen comments when they’ve finished, taking a sip of his beer as Billie clears the empty prep plates into the sink, “Mine look terrible”.

Billie scoffs. “For someone that’s never made sushi before, I think they’re a pretty good first attempt”

Glen flashes her a grateful smile that Billie returns with her own, asking him to refill their drinks as she sets about slicing the sushi rolls and bringing them over to the table.

“How old are you in this photo?”

Billie looks up at Glen to find him pointing at one of the many photos on her fridge door, walking closer to see that it’s the one of her and Sloane at Camp America.

It's one of her favourite photos, her and Sloane standing with their arms wrapped around each other, faces plastered with enormous happy smiles as they balance precariously on stand up paddleboards. 

A split second after the photo was taken, they'd lost their balance and splashed into the freezing but stunning turquoise blue waters of Lake Tahoe.

To this day, Billie wasn't sure if it was the happiness on their faces or the memory of them falling and laughing that made her love the photo so much.

“That would have been seven years ago now, so twenty three, twenty four?” Billie replies, coming to stand next to Glen and looking back at the photo nostalgically, “God that was an incredible Summer”.

“You know what’s incredible?” Glen asks, tilting his head as he looks down at Billie beside him, “You in that bikini’. Fuckin’ hell darlin’’” 

“Oh stop it” Billie replies, punching Glen’s shoulder playfully. 

“I'm serious, peach. You'd have driven all of the teenage boys crazy looking like that” Glen adds, clicking his tongue as he looks back at the photo, “I can just imagine them all lining up to have you as their camp counsellor”.

Billie laughs. “Actually, I was mostly in charge of teaching water sports and leading hikes”.

“And they were the most popular activities?”

Billie grins. “They were pretty popular, yes”.

Glen's face splits into an even bigger grin, Billie shaking her head and walking back over to the table.

“So what about you?” Billie asks when they’re both seated minutes later, taking a sip of her now full wine glass and looking across at Glen, “How was your day? The photoshoot?”.

Glen’s eyes are narrowed as he momentarily focuses on dipping a slice of sushi roll into the bowl of soy sauce without dropping it, Billie glancing over at Nugget and Brisket and smiling when she sees them both squeezed onto the dog bed in the living room. 

“It went well, as good as photoshoots can go I suppose” he reasons, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly, “After a while, they sort of all blend together. But sometimes they’re fun”

“Do you at least get to keep the clothes?”

Glen laughs. “Sometimes. But also, some of the shit they get you to wear, I don’t know what they’re thinking sometimes”

Billie laughs then, covering her mouth as she chews.

They soon settle into a quiet comfort, eating, talking and laughing. 

Billie isn't sure she’s ever met a man who could make her laugh as much as Glen did, and certainly not one that she could have such a rich conversation with at the same time. Not only that, the way Glen looked at her as she spoke - like she’s the most stunning, intriguing, sexy thing that he’s ever laid his eyes on. 

It was hard not to feel fucking incredible when he looked at her like that.

Billie smiles to herself and lets out a silent breath as she settles back into her chair, her mind quietly wondering about all the other ways that Glen could make her feel.

Fuck.

---

Glen

Glen relaxes back into the couch, cold beer in hand as he watches Billie standing at the back door waiting for the dogs to come back inside after their dinner. For the millionth time in the hour and a bit that he’s been here, he pushes away the sinful thoughts of Billie that have all but plagued his mind for the last three days. 

She looks somehow even better than he remembered from Sunday, today dressed in a pair of slouchy denim cut offs that end high on her toned, tanned thighs, and a loose white knit sweater that seems to keep slipping down to reveal one smooth, bare shoulder. The top half of her hair is pulled back from her face with a tortoiseshell coloured clip, a few loose bits falling around her face as the rest tumbles down her back in soft, chocolate waves.

He wonders idly if she has any idea how god damn sexy she is, Glen forcing himself to look away from her bare legs when she whistles for Nugget and Brisket to hurry up. 

He looks around the living room, loving the homey details that are so uniquely Billie, his eyes falling on a photo book on the coffee table in front of him. He reaches for the book and starts to flip through it, smiling at each new page of the lovingly snapped and collated photos that display all of the people and things that Billie loves.

There’s multiple snaps and pictures of Nugget - from when he was an adorable tiny puppy all the way through the giant golden bear that he is now. Of him and Billie at the beach - Billie kneeling and smiling happily at the camera while Nugget stands saturated and panting beneath her arm, of Billie laughing as she holds Nugget like a baby - his head flopped upside down and tongue lolling out to the side, a selfie of the two of them with their faces side by side. 

Next is photos of Sloane, Bec and Billie at various times - the three of them posing and dressed to the nines at a formal event, another of them each holding a fruity cocktail, sun-kissed and smiling as they stand on beach somewhere tropical, and another of the three of them standing together arms intertwined with their heads thrown back in laughter.

Glen looks up when Billie comes over to the couch, shifting to give her more room when she sits down beside him. Her sweet, peachy perfume fills his nose as she leans into him, her knees bent and folded beneath her. He smiles down at her for a moment, Billie oblivious to his gaze as she picks up her phone and navigates to Spotify, a soft Luke Combs song suddenly playing from the living room speaker.

Glen looks back at the book as Billie sips her wine, flipping the page and looking down at a picture of Billie standing arm in arm with a guy. It takes him a second to realise that he has the same honey-green eyes as Billie, the shape of their smiles similarly wide and happy. 

“Is this Bradley?” Glen asks, noting more similarities between the two of them the more he looks at the picture.

Billie nods.

“And that” she adds, leaning over and pointing to two pictures on the page next to it, “Is Harrison and Kiara”.

“Kiara looks like you” Glen comments looking down at the adorable brunette girl in the picture, Billie leaning her head on Glen’s shoulder and smiling almost nostalgically. 

“Bradley and Jordyn say that all the time”.

Glen looks down at Billie and smiles softly. 

“You miss them”

“Everyday” she replies, letting out a quiet exhale, “You know what it’s like with nieces and nephews”.

Glen smiles gently but doesn’t say anything, closing the book after a few more pages and turning to look at Billie. 

“So you said you don’t start until late tomorrow?”

Billie nods, turning so that her body is facing Glen, leaning one elbow on the back of the couch and resting her cheek in her hand.  “Yep. I’m going to that gymnastics meet. So I don’t have to be in until 12”

“So you can sleep in then?”

A grin slowly grows on Billie's face then, a playful look in her bright hazel eyes.

“I can, yes”.

Glen can’t help the expression that takes over his face.

“I like sleeping in”.

Billie raises one eyebrow, her head tilting as she looks back at him.

“Is that right?”

His lips stretch into a mischievous grin and he nods, Billie grinning as she taps her fingers against the wine glass in her free hand. 

“You know what I like even more?” he breathes, reaching out to tuck stray hairs behind Billie’s ear as his eyes fall to her plush lips.

“Tell me”

“Kissing you”

Glen’s hand cups her smooth cheek and he leans in and kisses her, pressing his lips to hers in a soft, tender embrace. He can taste the wine on her tongue, her mouth moving against his in a way that makes his stomach flip, Glen moving his hand into her hair and deepening their intimate kiss.

Billie lets out a soft moan that he swallows with his lips, the sound making Glen’s whole body stir in the best way. He can feel his arousal growing, his heart starting to race, his grip tightening in Billie’s hair as he explores her mouth with his tongue. 

He wants more, needs more, suddenly desperate to feel more of Billie beneath his fingertips.

Glen pulls away for a second, lungs starting to burn, reaching down to take the wine glass from her hands and deposit it on the coffee table. Billie understands the action immediately, barely waiting for Glen to sit back before she’s climbing into his lap, straddling his legs and wrapping her arms around his neck.

Her lips are back on his in an instant, their kiss immediately deepening, Glen kissing her hungrily as his hands fall to her waist and grip at the thickest part of her hips. The feel of her curves in his hands makes him dizzy, even more so when Billie threads her fingers into his hair and drags her nails against his scalp. 

He groans then, the sound clearly having an effect on Billie, her hips grounding down into him in response. He’s hard now, painfully hard, and he knows Billie can feel it as she starts to rock her hips into him. 

Fuck he wants her, every single part of her, all over him and everywhere. 

Glen finds the hem of her sweater, sliding his fingers underneath the thin cotton and onto her buttery-soft skin, pressing his fingers into her warm flesh and pulling her flush against his chest. The action makes Billie break their kiss, dropping her head back as a breathy moan escapes her, Glen not missing a beat and dragging his lips along her jaw. 

He’s overwhelmed by her scent - sweet and heady and driving every one of his senses mad, completely lost in her as he kisses her ear, her neck, her collarbone. 

“Fuck, Glen” Billie sighs, her voice barely louder than a whisper, a wanting, almost pained moan following when Glen sucks at the thin skin near the base of her throat.

He’s just about to move lower, all of a sudden desperate to have his lips on her chest, Billie suddenly somehow reading his mind and reaching for the bottom of her sweater. He pulls back for just a moment, hands helping to peel the soft material from her body, a groan he can’t control falling from him at the sight that’s now in front of him. 

He doesn’t know where to look first, painfully aware of the way his length is straining in his jeans beneath Billie, eyes glued to her breasts held in only just by a small, black bralette. They’re not big but they’re certainly not small, round and perky and threatening to fall out of the thin cotton material with the smallest of movements. He can see her nipples straining against the fabric, his tongue reflexively wetting his lips at the sight, his breathing turning ragged when he reaches out and cups her soft flesh.

Billie drops her head back again, sounding nothing short of perfect when she sighs his name, every single one of Glen’s muscles clenching as she arches her back into his hands and all but begs for his touch. He kneads her tits in his hands, thumbs swiping roughly over her covered nipples, looking up when Billie lifts her head back up and gazes down at him with seductive, hooded eyes.

“Fuckin’ hell peach, you’re gorgeous” Glen breathes, words trailing off into another strangled groan when Billie rolls her hips against his. 

She cups his face with both hands and pulls him back in for a kiss, this time hungry and feverish, like she can’t get enough of him fast enough. Glen responds eagerly, licking into her mouth and matching her desperation, his hands palming her harder as his thumbs drag the thin cotton down so that her breasts fall free.

The sound she lets out when he plays with her nipples is absolutely sinful, the way her breathing becomes instantly shaky making Glen want to growl. He breaks their kiss by biting down on her bottom lip, leaving her mouth and licking his way down to her chest. 

In that moment he swears he could stay there forever, drunk on Billie’s scent, her taste and feel beneath his lips, kissing and mouthing her smooth, silky skin. She cries out when his lips close around her left nipple, her back arching into his chest and his free hand moving to hold her there. He suckles at her, loving the way she all but shudders in his arms, her hips increasing their pressure with each new roll against him.

“Glen” she breathes, her voice soft and erotic, her hands threading once again into his hair and tugging gently, “Bedroom. Let’s go to the bedroom”

Reluctantly he releases her nipple - though not before savouring her for one more delicious moment, his grip on her waist tightening when she moves to stand up from his lap. He’s having none of that, instead moving both of his arms to her thighs, Billie letting out a surprised chuckle when he stands up from the couch with her wrapped firmly in his arms.

“Direct me, darlin’”

Billie laughs and bends and kisses him, Glen loving the plush, swollen feel of her lips, the two grinning back at one another as she instructs him to head down the hall to the last room on the left. 

He’s instantly distracted by Billie’s breasts in his face, unable to stop himself from immediately returning his lips to her sensitive flesh, navigating around the couch blindly as Billie tries to concentrate on guiding him.

Bumping into a side table and the wall of the hallway, several giggles fall from the both of them as they eventually make it to the bedroom. Glen bends and sits Billie down on the edge of the bed, her eyes never leaving his as she peels off her bralette and pulls the clip from her hair, Glen simultaneously shedding his t-shirt.

He loves the way she looks back at him then, her eyes sultry and wanting as they roam over his now shirtless torso, Glen’s own gaze dragging between her swollen lips and naked chest. Just when he thinks Billie couldn’t possibly look any sexier - a seductive, wanton goddess, all flushed cheeks and tousled hair, he sees her hands move to her shorts and watches as her fingers make quick work of the button and zip. 

Glen feels like he’s frozen then, unable to do anything but watch, his breath coming short and heavy as Billie slowly, torturously, shimmies the denim material down her legs. She slides them down to her ankles and lifts both feet in the air towards Glen, daring him to take them from her as the new position of her legs teases an explicit view of between her thighs.

A groan falls from Glen, low and rumbling from somewhere deep within him, Billie grinning seductively when he grabs the shorts from her ankles and tosses them onto the floor behind him. She moves to scoot backwards but is stopped by Glen’s hand on her calf, Glen instead pulling her closer to the edge of bed as he lowers himself to the floor in front of her.

He doesn’t miss the soft whimper that falls from Billie when he pulls her legs apart and rests her thighs on his shoulders, the sight of her naked save for a skimpy, black cotton thong stirring something primal in him. He swears he could look at her all day like this, feeling dizzy from the sight of her, the smell of her arousal, the sound of her increasing breathing. He swallows thickly, his throat suddenly dry, his own arousal throbbing painfully inside his jeans as he thinks about what he’s about to do.

Glen’s been thinking about doing this since the moment he first kissed Billie, wondering what she’d taste like, what she’d feel like and what she’d sound like coming undone on his tongue. It’s his favourite thing to do - something he enjoys arguably more than sex, unsure if it’s the way he can tease and bring them right to the edge, the sight of them when they eventually fall apart above him, or the way they feel when they spasm against his mouth that he loves so much. 

He inhales heavily, hands sliding beneath Billie’s ass and grabbing at the thick part of her thighs, holding her steady and bending to press a kiss to her hip. He grins to himself when she lets out the softest whimper, looking up to see her eyes trained on him, her lips pressed together as her chest rises and falls quickly. 

He loves the desperate look in her eyes, he’s mad for it, feeling the electric tension in the air as she silently begs him to kiss her lower.

He kisses along the waistband of her thong, moving slowly as he holds her steady, tongue drawing delicate circles along her sensitive skin. He knows he’s driving her mad, watching as her jaw clenches and her fingers flex into the sheets below her, her eyes following his every movement. He grins as he moves lower, kissing over the cotton now, feeling her heat beneath the material as his fingers dig into her harder. He holds her gaze for a moment longer, electricity and an unspoken communication between them, finally tearing his eyes away and looking down as he hooks his finger and pulls her panties to the side.

And god if it’s not the most gorgeous sight he’s ever seen, his deep muscles clenching in the most delicious, desperate way.

He groans.

“Fuck peach, look at you”.

His eyes run over her syrupy folds, pink and glistening and begging to be tasted, his tongue wetting his lips before he bends and kisses her sex. The second his mouth is on her Billie tosses her head back into the sheets, a beautiful, breathy moan falling from her that makes Glen grip her harder.

He doesn’t waste any time, burying his tongue into her velvet flesh, his nose brushing her clit as he kisses her open-mouthed like he would her lips. The moans he teases from Billie are nothing short of erotic, an intimate melody Glen would happily listen to for hours. He brings his fingers to her sex and uses his thumbs to spread her open, licking and sucking at her sensitive flesh until he feels her muscles starting to tremble. 

His name falls from her lips between a myriad of expletives, her voice slowly getting louder as her body starts to writhe on the bed. Glen knows he’s got her then, knowing he’s close to teasing out her first release, determined to give her as many as she can take as he quickens the pace with his tongue. 

“Oh Glen fuck” she moans when his lips find her clit, circling and sucking as her hips start to ground into his mouth.

He groans into her folds, loving how she’s practically fucking his face, moving one hand to her pubic bone and flattening down to hold her steady. She sucks in a long, shuddering breath and Glen knows she’s almost there, increasing his pace with his tongue and watching as she tries to buck her hips against his hold.

“I’m close Glen, I’m close” she breathes, moans punctuating her words, her eyes squeezed shut as her hands fist into the sheets.

“That’s it darlin’, let me hear you” Glen whispers against her, sucking one of her luscious folds into his mouth and loving the way she cries his name, “I wanna hear you, peach”.

Keeping one hand flat on her pelvis, he drags two fingers through her folds and coats them with her slick, easing them inside her and looking up when she cries out in pleasure. Glen groans out loud, his eyes not knowing where to focus first, torn between the way his fingers look knuckles deep within her, the sight of her wet, syrupy folds practically dripping onto his hand, and her gorgeous, near naked form trembling on the bed.

Glen can’t get enough.

And neither can Billie.

He curls his fingers in the way that he knows will drive her mad, bending and kissing her slick flesh before lavishing it with his tongue. He quickens his pace, fucking her with his fingers and sucking at her clit, Billie’s cries becoming gorgeously desperate as her body soon starts to shake.

In that moment he knows he has her, letting out a heavy breath and coaxing her over the edge.

“Just like that Bil’, that’s it” he breathes against her slit, just loud enough for her to hear over her breathy moans, “Come on darlin’, give it to me. Come for me, sweets”.

His words are her undoing and in an instant he feels her entire body tense and release, Billie’s back arching away from the bed as her head tosses back in ecstasy. His name falls from her lips like a desperate prayer and her hips buck beneath his hold, the sight and sound of Billie’s orgasm taking over her so fucking beautiful that Glen can’t help but stare enamoured. He coaches her through her release, still fucking her slowly with his fingers, eventually stilling within her when she grabs his wrist silently telling him to stop.

He bends and kisses her velvety folds gently, withdrawing his fingers and watching in awe when her body spasms with tiny aftershocks, looking up to see Billie’s chest heaving as she lays back painting on the bed before him. 

He crawls his way up her body, leaving kisses on her heated skin - her hip, her breast, her collarbone, hovering above her and grinning down at her adorable post-orgasm bliss smile.

“You’re an absolute sight when you come darlin’” Glen whispers, bending and kissing her parted lips gently, “Never seen anything more fuckin’ sexy”.

Billie’s eyes flutter open, taking a second to focus on Glen above her, her swollen lips stretching into a soft, playful smile.

“I have” she whispers after a moment, lifting her hands to cup his jaw and pull him down for a kiss, “Your face looking up at me from between my thighs is something I won’t be forgetting anytime soon”.

Glen lets out a deep chuckle, lowering himself onto her and rolling his hips so that his painfully evident arousal presses into Billie’s belly. The action teases a soft, sexy moan from her throat, and suddenly he can’t help but think of another half a dozen things he’d like to do and make her not forget about.

He bends to kiss her then, capturing her lips in a heated, sensual kiss, her hands reaching out and roaming his naked back as his length presses against her, thick, hard and wanting. All at once the tension between them is building again, a growing desire licking at Glen’s insides like a raring, burning fire.

In an instant he can’t think of anything except for how much he wants Billie, how much he wants to make her come again, to bury himself inside her and fuck her over and over into the sheets beneath them - to watch her, hear her, feel her come undone around his cock.

His thoughts make Glen groan into her mouth, forcing himself away and quickly jumping from the bed, Billie propping herself up on her elbows to watch as he reaches for his belt buckle and makes quick work of his belt, jeans and underwear. He stands stark naked then, loving the seductive, hooded gaze that's returned to Billie's face, reaching down to stroke himself as her eyes run over his body and back again.

He's hard, painfully hard, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, looking over her parted lips and down to the tiny black thong that's still pushed to the side and affording him the most sinful view of her still slick folds. She’s like a siren, a vixen, a goddess if ever he's seen one.

And fuck he just can't get enough of her.

Especially not when she reaches over to her nightstand and pulls a condom from the top drawer, scooting backwards into the pillows and winking one gorgeous eye at him. He grins back devilishly, needing no instruction after that, crawling back onto the bed and cupping her jaw, kissing her hungrily as he takes the condom from her fingers.

“You ready darlin’?” he asks when he’s rolled it down his length seconds later, parting Billie’s legs and resting one of her ankles on his shoulder.

She only nods, her chest rising and falling with desperate anticipation, the look in her eyes telling him everything he needs to hear without words. He strokes himself roughly, cursing at the sight of his length dragging through her slick, lining himself up with her velvety folds and exhaling loudly as he meets her eyes once more.

Glen wets his lips and grins, loving the way Billie looks back at him then.

“Hold on, peach. Gonna show you somethin’ else you won’t wanna forget any time soon”.

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Star's Kinkvember list!!

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Day 1: Oral sex; pairing (Jimmy Uso x reader) Day 2:bondage; pairing (Tama Tonga x reader)

Day 3: Spanking; pairing (Jey Uso x reader)

Day 4: Hair pulling; pairing (Damian Priest x reader)

day 5: Dirty talk; Pairing (Jey Uso x reader)

day 6: Blindfolds; pairing (Tyler Lockwood x reader)

day 7: toys; pairing (Jey uso x reader)

day 8:Lingerie; Pairing (Drew McIntyre x reader)

day 9: breast/ Nipple play; Pairing (Ludwig Kaiser x reader)

day 10:Handcuffs; pairing (Roman reigns x reader)

day 11: Biting; Pairing (Solo Sikoa x reader)

day 12: Discipline; pairing (Baron Corbin x reader)

day 13: Sex in public; pairing (Paul lahote x reader)

day 14:Mutual masturbation; pairing (unknown)

day 15: collar and Lead; pairing (unknown)

day 16:Masturbation;pairing (unknown)

day 17: Candle wax; pairing (Tama tonga x reader)

day 18:Rough sex; pairing (Emmett Cullen x reader)

Day 19: threesome; pairing (Jey Uso x reader x Damian Priest)

Day 20: face fucking; pairing (Rafe Cameron x reader)

Day 21: Domination; pairing (Tonga loa x reader)

Day 22: Vibrators; pairing (tama tonga x reader)

Day 23: Strap on; pairing (Rhea Ripley x reader)

day 24: Voyuerism; pairing (Damian Priest x reader)

Day 25: High heels; pairing (Roman reigns x reader)

Day 26: Cunnilingus; pairing (Tonga Loa x reader) Day 27: Squirting;pairing (Tama tonga x reader)

Day 28: Praising;Pairing (Simon Basset x reader)

day 29:Aftercare;pairing (Tonga Loa x reader)

Day 30: Choking; Pairing (Baron Corbin x reader)

Extra: Choking and mutual masturbation (Montgomery de la Cruz x reader)

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Wrestling:Jey Uso, Jimmy Uso, Damian Priest, Rhea Ripley, Drew McIntyre, Roman Reigns, Tama Tonga, Solo Sikoa, Andrade, Baron Corbin, Jacob Fatu, Randy Orton, Logan Paul, Ludwig Kaiser, Santos Escobar, and Tonga Loa.

Shameless: Kevin Ball, Mickey Milkovich.

Twilight: Jacob Black, Paul Lahote, Sam Uley, Edward Cullen, Emmett Cullen, Rosalie Cullen.

Outer Banks: Rafe Cameron, JJ Maybank, John B. Routledge, Sarah Cameron, Barry.

Bridgerton: Simon basset, Anthony Bridgerton.

Good Girls:Rio

The walking dead: Daryl Dixon, Glenn Rhee

Supernatural: Dean Winchester, Sam winchester, Castiel, Crowley.

Vampire Diaries: Damon Salvatore, Stefan Salvatore (I'm a Stefan girlie) Tyler Lockwoof.

Fast and Furious: Dominic Toretto, Brion O'connor.

Heartstopper: Nick Nelson.

hamilton: Alexander Hamilton, Aaron Burr, Thomas Jefferson.

Criminal Minds: Aaron hotchner, Derek Morgan. 13 reasons why: Montgomery De La Cruz, Justin Foley, Zach Dempsey, Tony Padilla

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THE COUNTDOWN MASTERLIST

The above image does not indicate the reader's physical appearance.

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Female Reader

Synopsis: When Derek is forced to go undercover for a case, he doesn't expect to encounter the past that has haunted him for years.

Status: On-Going

Warning(s): 18+ NSFW MATERIALS (minors be advised, dni), alternating timeline, non-linear plot, implied age gap (undefined), canon typical violence, past trauma/abuse, child abuse, undercover life, organized crime, use of narcotics, illegal arms trade, human trafficking, mentions/talks of serial killers, physical violence, physical torture, violence against children, cursing and other foul language, use of firearms, use of explosives, talks of reproducing, etc. (please see each individual part for the complete list of warnings)

Criminal Minds Masterlist

Author's Note: I'm literally SO EXCITED for this one, you have no idea (I even made a special banner and divider for the story, look!!!). It's gonna be a short one, only four parts, but I hope you'd still like it. There's a snippet of the first part below to keep yourself on your toes 👀 (special thanks to @avis-writeshq for being the best and most supportive beta ever). Your support means tons to me, so plsss don't forget to LIKE+COMMENT+REBLOG

♤ One || I'm in It for the Money ♤

When Derek is forced to go undercover for a case, he doesn't expect to encounter the past that has haunted him for years.

♡ Two || Let's Put On a Show ♡

As his undercover life begins, Derek finds that the biggest enemies he has to battle are past memories and resurfaced feelings.

◇ Three || You Need to Get Ready ◇

To be added.

♧ Four || It's Time to Go ♧

To be added.

The scene below is a sneak peek from the first part of The Countdown.

You waited until Temples was out of earshot before addressing Derek, "Fancy seeing you here."

"Yeah. I wish I could say the same."

You smiled somewhat sadly at the taste of venom in Derek's voice. The damp and moldy air in the forgotten factory stood no chance against the sting of Derek's cold glare. It was easy for your body to ignore the chill, pretending that Derek's indifference didn't bite through your skin. Your heart, though, was a different story.

"I didn't know it was gonna be you," was what you ended up saying after a full minute of silence. "When Jimmy told me that someone would be coming in, he didn't tell me anything else. I wasn't expecting you."

It was the most sincere string of words you had uttered since showing up in front of him. For a moment, something twitched in his chest, and Derek loathed the fact that you still had that effect on him even after years had passed. But as frustrating as it was, Derek didn't think petty would suit him well as a middle name, so he swallowed the bitter lump and forced his shoulders to relax.

"So, this is where you've been all this time? Living as a ghost?"

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JJ: Part Two

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.9k

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

Summary: It's up to you and your team to find a woman who has been missing for three days. The police already have the suspects in custody, but they're not talking. You trust your instincts to get the job done but you can't seem to feel like there is something... bad... waiting for you.

Season Six 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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"My name's Derek Morgan. I'm with the FBI's behavioral analysis unit." Syd's left wrist is in a cast and Derek notices it immediately. "What did you do?"

"Oh, I had this before Friday night."

"That's not what I asked you."

"But I know what you're thinking."

"I highly doubt that." He opens the file on Syd and whistles lowly. "Wow. Division one lacrosse player. Obviously left-handed."

"I broke it in three pieces."

"That sucks. I bet you're a force. Too bad you didn't dominate the way they hoped, though. Why not? I mean, what happened? Were you still hung up on the Chapel Hill rejection? Especially after you told everybody that you were gonna go. I mean, damn, that's gotta sting a little bit. What's the deal?"

"Isn't it all in your little file?"

"Let's see. My little file says you cheated on your SATS and you had your girlfriend take them for you. That's another hard lesson, isn't it? You can't trust anybody to keep their mouth shut." Syd stays silent. "Why haven't you lawyered up?"

"I haven't done anything wrong."

Derek thinks back to your words and leans back in his chair. 

"Your statement says that you and Jimmy first met Kate on Friday night." Derek shows copies of receipts. "These are Kate's credit card receipts. She and her friends rented a jet ski from Jimmy Friday morning."

"He gets hundreds of customers a day."

"Yeah, but come on, man. I doubt they all look like Kate, do they? Hmm? Isn't that really why Jimmy texted you Friday morning? He woke you up and said, 'Hey, man, you gotta get down here and see this girl.' You liked what you saw, didn't you? You invite her to the club, and maybe that would have been alright, but the problem is, when you and Jimmy get together, it's nothing but trouble. When you add a girl to that mix, she didn't stand a chance, did she? Just like Kelley Graybeal."

"Who?"

"Last summer. She filed a complaint but lucky for you she dropped all the charges."

"Look, man, we could do this for another, I don't know, whatever you got left or I could make it real simple for you. Give me a polygraph."

"After sixty-five hours of sitting here, you want a polygraph?"

"That depends."

"On what?"

"Are you gonna ask me the questions? Because I was really hoping you'd send that pretty one back in here," Syd smirks.

You turn away from the window and walk into James' room. He barely looks at you when you enter. He's a quiet one but Kate's energy is all over him. The camera that is pointed at him is beeping every three seconds, and you know you can use that.

"That is so annoying. Do you know anything about video cameras?" you ask.

"The battery is probably dead," he mutters.

"Oh, right." You get up and open the door where two officers are standing holding some food from Tuggies. "Hey, can I get a new battery for the video camera, please?"

"Okay," an officer nods.

You close the door and sit back down across from James.

"Wow. What was that? Roast beef? Did anyone ask you if you wanted anything?"

"I'm not hungry."

"Neither was I until I smelled that." You chuckle. "So, Syd has a car. That's nice. Did he ever let you drive it?"

"No."

"Yeah, he's kind of a control freak, huh? I met him. He seems like a jerk." You look through the file in your hands and scoff slightly. "Wow, he didn't just get a car. He got a Lexus. At sixteen. Well, I guess that's what LRBs get. Little Rich Boys."

"His dad's got a dealership."

"Do you always defend Syd?"

"Defend him?"

James' eyes twitch but that's the only external reaction you're going to get from him. James bounces his leg but tries to hide it even though you can sense his nerves. Flashes of a boat and Kate come to mind so you decide to change the topic.

"I see you have a boat. Single outboard motor and a two-stroke engine. Is it fast?"

"Yeah. Twenty-five or thirty."

"So, when did your family move here?"

"I don't remember."

"Grade school? Middle school?"

"Fifth grade."

"So, you were ten? That's the year you met Syd."

"How does any of this have to do with that girl?"

You have a small earpiece in your ear that you're hiding from your hair so he doesn't see it, so you can hear everything that they're saying outside.

"He never mentions her by name," Hotch says to the detective.

"Why not?"

"He's distancing himself. Depersonalizing the victim."

"You want to talk about Kate?" you ask James.

"I didn't know her."

"You brought her up."

James cracks his neck like you're getting to him.

"You don't believe me? Give me a polygraph."

"See the way he shifted his weight and cracked his neck? His behavior was consistent until Kate was mentioned," Hotch says.

You excuse yourself and leave his room just as Derek leaves the room with Syd.

"You guys hear all of that? He just asked for a polygraph."

"You're kidding me. Him, too?" Mathias sighs.

By them both asking for a polygraph, it's what's called a countermeasure. They're trying to manage perceptions to prove they don't have anything to hide. James knows where Kate is right now even if Syd doesn't. Both boys are taken into separate rooms with the same questions by two different officers. When you know James' room is empty, you go inside and grab the clock on the wall. You set the time forward by thirty minutes and place the clock back on the wall.

"Why did you do that?" Hotch asks.

"He kept looking at the clock the entire time. I think he's waiting until the time is up. If he thinks time is up, he'll be more likely to confess."

"I got new batteries for the camera," an officer says as she pops her head in.

"I don't need them. Thank you, though." You look at Hotch. "That beeping noise coupled with the anxiety of time ticking down should work in my favor."

Spencer, Rossi, and Emily come back from the club and join everyone in the main room.

"We think Kate was comfortable with these guys."

"How? Their only other encounter was at the jet ski rental," JJ says.

"The only documented encounter. Garcia's running her friends' credit cards, too. They could have met someplace else."

"I don't know. She's a smart girl."

"Well, they're handsome, charming, and nineteen. Do you remember being nineteen? Reid and Y/N should. You two were that age not that long ago."

"Yes, we know, we're the youngest on the team," you chuckle.

"She would know better than to be outnumbered, though."

"What if Pearson promised to dump Barrett? Maybe James retaliated?"

"I can work that angle," you say.

The boys finish up quickly and head back to the interrogation rooms and Detective Mathias joins the group.

"When do we get the results?" Hotch asks.

"Any minute. So, what if they didn't do it? Then we're back to nothing?"

"One of them knows where Kate is, and I have faith that Y/N will be able to get that answer."

"Thanks, Hotch," you grin.

"How can you be sure?"

"Because an innocent person doesn't sit quietly for three days. They get angry and defensive These guys are going out of their way to appear calm and in control. They've got something to hide."

"Then why take the polygraph?"

"Because they're stalling. Serial killers are Kings of manipulation."

"Serial killers? There's only one potential victim."

"Serial killing is a qualitative characteristic. It's not just about numbers. They've assaulted at least one girl before. It was only a matter of time before they did it again. Barrett's a perfect match for Pearson. His family uprooted from the city, forcing him to adapt to his new surroundings. He's eager to fit in and quick to follow. Pearson's definitely got the dominant traits. He's loud, he's physical, he's smart, he's charismatic, and he's privileged."

"Sounds like a peach," Rossi scoffs.

"You should talk to him."

"Love to."

"I'll take you to him."

Detective Mathias leaves with Rossi to the boys' rooms.

"JJ, how are the Joyces doing?" Hotch asks.

"They lost their son three years ago. If we can't find Kate..."

"If Kate knew these boys better than we thought, you might want to dig a little."

"Dig?"

"If the family thinks it could help, they may reveal something."

"I know," she sighs. "They shouldn't have to."

She leaves and Derek crosses his arms around his chest.

"Hotch, we can't lose her."

"Strauss thinks we're all replaceable. I went over her head to try to explain that we were not."

You head over to the interrogation rooms and watch Rossi with Syd.

"Are you the bad cop?"

"I'm not a cop. Sydney Xavier Pearson. A name like that didn't come with manners? A gentleman walks a lady to the door."

"She wasn't much of a lady," he smirks.

"Watch your mouth."

"The girl was horny, man. I mean, she practically begged me for it."

Detective Mathias is presented with the results from both boys' polygraph tests, and Derek grabs the paper angrily. 

"Derek, I don't think he knows about Kate. I think he's innocent," you say, but it falls on deaf ears.

He strides into Syd's room and practically shoves the paper into Rossi's hands.

"The son of a bitch passed. How? How'd you do it?"

"Bastard believes his lies are the truth. Takes a few deep breaths and passes," Rossi says.

"Old-timer's kind of dramatic, isn't he? You know, it's actually much simpler than that. You see, I didn't actually do anything to her."

"You didn't do anything? You gave me some pretty graphic details."

"Oh, don't get me wrong. My DNA is all over that girl, but that doesn't mean I killed her. I got pictures on my cell. Do you want to see?"

"You're giving us consent?"

Syd nods and Derek yanks open the door.

"Give me this guy's property! Now!" he shouts.

An officer brings Derek everything that Syd owns, and Derek hands the phone to Syd who immediately goes through it.

"Alright, now a gentleman never shares but see?" He shows pictures of the trio and Kate is smiling in every one. "No tears." Rossi takes the phone and leaves the room. "Now, you see how happy she was?"

You walk back into James' room and notice the beeping on the camera is still there.

"What the hell was that?"

"That's the camera."

"No, the yelling."

"That was Agent Morgan." You sit and open the file. "Barrett, it says here you were half an hour late to work on Saturday morning."

"I was hungover."

"Hungover? That's nothing new, is it, but being late is. According to your timesheets, it looks like you always clock in ten minutes early, gas up the jet skis, and get the life vests out. What happened that morning?"

"I just told you. I was hungover."

James looks at the camera that keeps beeping.

"Okay. You were hungover and slept in. What about Friday night?"

"We drove to the inlet."

"Drove to the inlet, okay. Approximately what time would you say you drove to the inlet?"

"Two or two-thirty."

"Why would you go into the water at two or two-thirty in the morning?"

"The boats start coming in."

"In the middle of the night, the boast start coming in?"

James gets a bit angrier and continues to look at the beeping camera. His eye twitches but he tries to contain his anger.

"Yeah. They fish all night, then they bring in the catch. Then, they sell it on the docks to the restaurants and all that. Syd wanted to show her, then he drove her back, dropped her off at the hotel, and the next thing I knew, it was morning."

"You slept in?"

"My alarm clock is broken."

"Broken. Your alarm clock is broken?"

"Broken," he repeats after you.

"Did it make you upset?"

James stands up and slams his hands down on the table, but you don't flinch.

"Can you fix the damn camera, please?!"

The door opens and James sits back down. Spencer hands you the results of James' polygraph test, and you frown.

"How'd you pass this test?"

He doesn't answer you. You decide to leave him alone with the beeping camera while you watch Rossi and Derek with Syd. It's almost sundown which means it's almost time to release them. You still don't have Kate's body, know where she is, or have gotten a confession out of one of them. You know James is cracking but you need more time.

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[redlenai]

NyanAU | "Good?" Route (Random snip)

Jimmy attempted to go "somewhere" late at night. However, he was confronted by Derek, who knew what he was trying to do... How? Jimmy stopped asking himself that when he began to fall for the younger nurse. The attention, the praise, the admiration, slowly and unknowingly, he began to feel dependant on Derek

His mental health, performance and behavior improved... But now his friend and the head nurse were worried about him and how fast things were moving with this nurse that seems to "click" so perfectly with him.

[i-may-be-an-emu]

hi!!! I'm curious about your favourite sfth duos? they don't have to be romantic 👀

(I THOUGHT I POSTED THIS BUT IT WAS IN MY DRAFTS 😭😭)

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HELLOO

I have SO many gosh :)

(also thank you so much for the ask this made a stressful day better)

Ok:

Scottish Batman and robin- classic and a great duo

FULLSET AND LOTS (Now. They’re a romantic one. Technically. But. Them!! Like yes. There’s that. But- it’s them!!))

Geoff and Jeff. (Wild wet and worrisome) they’re brothers and they’re grieving and they don’t know how to handle it and they can’t communicate and I love them for it

JOHNNY AND JANAE!!!!! MY BELOVEDS!!!!!

HANK AND GARETH. ALSO ROMANTIC BUT I LOVE THEM IM INSANE ABOUT THEM THEY NEEDA KISS.

THE SPIRIT OF SOMERSET AND HIS FRIEND

ALSO JUSTIN WILLOUGHBY AND HIS KIND IF FACIST FRIEND WHO KEEPS BEES SOMETIMES

Susan and Tracy are SO underrated

THE BLUEPRINT GUYS FROM EVIL MAW KID I LOVE THEM SO MUCH I SHIP THEM AND SO DOES TOM AND I LOVE THAT

SENILE SHERLOCK AND CLOWN MURDERER WATSON. THEM.

TROLL SON AND TOBIAS!!!!!!!!! I JUST!!!!!! THEM!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

you know I have to say Derek and Titch. I just have to :)

also Titch and James!!!! More as a post-canon idea of how their relationship could grow and they could understand each other a bit more and grow as people :)

THIS ONE IS A GROUP OF THREE BUT CLOOHICKY (Clancy x Doohicky) WITH JIMMY AS THEIR ADOPTED SON MAKES ME ILL (/pos)

ALEXA AND JANUSZ 😭😭😭😭😭😭 THEM OH MY GOSH THEY MAKE MR SOB (/pos)

FATHER ANDREWS AND PHANTOM BETRUVIA NEED TO KISS AND I KNOW YOU SAID NOT NECESSARILY ROMANTIC BUT I HAD TO SAY THEM :D

I also LOVE Jasper and Jimmies little friendship from the podcast!!!! It’s so sweet!!!! And I thought Andre x Snakehips was interesting too!!

any thoughts? :) <33

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FULL LIST OF WHAT WE WRITE FOR:

Shows/movies:

13 Reasons Why

Clay Jensen

Justin Foley

911 (Lonestar and the original)

Eddie Diaz

Evan Buckley

Judd Ryder

Owen Strand

Paul Strickland

TK Strand

Wyatt Harris

American Horror Story

Jimmy Darling

Kit Walker

Kyle Spencer

Michael Langdon

Tate Langdon

Xavier Plympton

Attack On Titan

Armin Arlert

Jean Kirstein

Big Time Rush

Carlos

James

Kendall

Logan

Breaking Bad

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Cobra Kai

Eli Moskowitz (Hawk)

Johnny Lawrence

Miguel Diaz

Robby Keene

Criminal Minds

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Derek Morgan

Spencer Reid

Game of Thrones

Bronn

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Jon Snow

Robb Stark

Goosebumps

James Etten

Lucas Parker

Gossip Girl

Chuck Bass

Eric Van Der Woodsen

Nate Archibald

Grey’s Anatomy

George O’Malley

Mark Sloan

IT

Bill Denbrough

Eddie Kaspbrak

Richie Tozier

Jujustu Kaisen

Megumi Fushiguro

Satoru Gojo

Toge Inumaki

Yuji Itadori

Lab Rats

Chase Davenport

Malcolm In The Middle

Francis Wilkerson

Reese Wilkerson

Malcolm Wilkerson

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

Deadpool

Druig

Loki Laufeyson

Peter Parker (Tom’s or Andrew’s)

Steve Rogers

Thor 

Wolverine

My Babysitter’s a Vampire

Benny Weir

Ethan Morgan

My Hero Academia

Denki Kaminari

Eijiro Kirishima

Hitoshi Shinsou

Izuku Midoriya

Katsuki Bakugo

Keigo Takami

Shota Aizawa

Shoto Todoroki

Takami Amajiki

NCIS (LA and the original)

Anthony DiNozzo

Eric Beale

G. Callen

Jimmy Palmer

Marty Deeks

Timothy McGee

Nerve

Tommy Mancuso

New Girl

Coach

Nick Miller

Schmidt

Winston Bishop

Now You See Me

Jack Wilder

Outerbanks

JJ Maybank

John B.

Pope

Rafe Cameron

Topper

Percy Jackson

Percy

Pretty Little Liars

Caleb Rivers

Holden Strauss

Jason DiLaurentis

Mike Montgomery

Noel Kahn

Toby Cavanaugh

Shadowhunters

Alec Lightwood

Jace Herondale

Simon Lewis

Shameless

Ian Gallagher

Kevin Ball

Lip Gallagher

Smallville

Clark Kent

Lex Luthor

Stranger Things

Dustin Henderson

Steve Harrington

Supernatural

Castiel

Dean Winchester

Jack Kline

Sam Winchester

T@GGED

Ash Franklin

Brandon Darrow

Trevor Askill

Teen Wolf

Derek Hale

Isaac Lahey

Scott McCall

Stiles Stilinski

Titans

Dick Grayson (Nightwing)

Gar Logan (Beast Boy)

Jason Todd (Red Hood)

The 100

Bellamy Blake

Jasper Jordan

Monty Green

The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Ambrose Spellman

Harvey Kinkle

Nicholas Scratch

The Hunger Games

Finnick Odair

Peeta Mellark

The Maze Runner

Minho

Newt

Thomas

The Middle

Axl Heck

Sean Donahue

The OC

Luke Ward

Ryan Atwood

Seth Cohen

The Originals

Elijah Mikaelson

Klaus Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

The Outsiders

Darry Curtis

Dallas Winston

Sodapop Curtis

The Rookie

John Nolan

Tim Bradford

The Umbrella Academy

Five Hargreeves

The Vampire Diaries

Damon Salvatore

Jeremy Gilbert

Kai Parker

Stefan Salvatore

The Walking Dead

Carl Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Glenn Rhee

Negan Smith

Rick Grimes

True Blood

Eric Northman

Jason Stackhouse

Sam Merlotte

Twilight

Emmett Cullen

Jasper Hale

Paul Lahote

Seth Clearwater

Wizards of Waverly Place

Justin Russo

Real people:

5 Seconds of Summer members (all)

Ateez members (all)

Cody Fern

Jamie Muscato

Sam and Colby

Stray Kids members (all)

The Boyz (all)

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[monowritestoomuch]

Mono’s Hanukkah Writing Event

Complete

This event was made with some of my favorite fandoms in mind. And god knows I can’t do 25 days of a writing event. 8 days should be fine, no? I didn’t want to spoil some of them before they’re out so some are vague. 8 different fandoms for the 8 days. It will be updated according to the days on Hanukkah 🕎!

And this is my first writing event! Woooooo! Hope I did the concept justice!

Day 1: Am I The One To Blame?

Fandom: Yuurivoice: BitterSweet

Theme: Angst; What if SugarBoo didn’t go with Derek after Charlie got knocked out? What if she pulled out the gun?

Rating: Teen

Day 2: I Promise You This, I’ll Always Look After You

Fandom: X-Men ‘97

Theme: Hurt/Comfort; Father-figure Wolverine

Rating: Gen

Day 3: A Bad Movie & Some Good Popcorn

Fandom: Marauders

Theme: Remus Lupin x Sirius Black; Movie night FLUFF

Rating: Gen

Day 4: For True Nature Will Be Revealed

Fandom: Moon Knight

Theme: A reflection; Angst

Rating: Teen 

Day 5: High Lords of Prythian: Sleepover Headcanons

Fandom: A Court of Thorns and Roses

Theme: Crack; High Lord Sleepover Headcanons

Rating: Gen

Day 6: I Have Had Enough

Fandom: Empires SMP Season 2

Theme: Angst;Hurt/Comfort; Jimmy cracks

Rating: Teen

Day 7: I Know I’d Take My Heart Clean Apart If It Helps Yours Beat

Fandom: Obsidian Lantern: Merfolk

Theme: Hurt/Comfort. Listener tells Zef why they are working for Mr. Wood. 

Rating: Teen

Day 8: Cause’ Nobody Wants To Be Alone

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Theme: A conversation between Husk and Angel; Hurt/Comfort

I’m super excited! Hope to see you reading!

General Taglist:

@siennamakeschaos @the-cat-demon @the-beloved-genloss-niki @samlikesrats @thishumanformislimiting

@emdabitchass @zariahthewitch @elixs-mythology-corner @perseus-oh-my-perseus 

@ducktamer415 @skrunkly-soaked-rat @hammyham-o-o 

@gay11aliens @sleeplessfluid @frayna-of-the-hollow @poppitron360 @ryder-writes

@chaithetics @saixria

[nichecomicstournament]

The final lineup has been decided! 64 unknowns will compete for the title of "Most Underrated Superhero (or Villain!)" beginning on Sunday!

All matchups will be tagged with #actual polls for easy finding!

Transcript under the cut

Match 1: Kubark vs. Dr. Yahya Badr

Match 2: Fernanda Rodriguez vs. Karla Sofen

Match 3: Martha Johansson vs. Arizona Annie

Match 4: Christopher Kent vs. Jimmy Hudson Jr.

Match 5: John Butcher vs. Theresa “Trixie” Collins

Match 6: Lorena Marquez vs. Henry King Jr.

Match 7: Hobie Brown (prowler) vs. Rose Forrest

Match 8: Matthew Hawk vs. Gavin King

Match 9: Lana Baumgartner vs. Koryak

Match 10: Nathaniel Carver vs. Jules Jourdain

Match 11: Gwen Lou Sabuki vs. Blaine "Kid" Colt

Match 12: Frank Payne/Schlichting vs. ForgetMeNot

Match 13: Toni Monetti vs. Larry Trask

Match 14: Laura Broadbahr vs. Raphael Arce

Match 15: Derek James vs. Mae Kent/matrix

Match 16: Nick Kovak vs. Ren Kemura

Match 17: Johnny Bart vs. Augustus Freeman

Match 18: Brigid O'Reilly vs. shortpack

Match 19: Blindspot (x-men) vs. Robbie Baldwin

Match 20: Joel Weinberg vs. Samuel Chung

Match 21: Lottie Person vs. Jack Ryder

Match 22: Stained Glass Scarlet vs. Sarah Vale

Match 23: Bellona Kinney vs. Steve Harmon

Match 24: Hector Ayala vs. Git Hoskins

Match 25: Maria Aracely Penalba vs. Verity Willis

Match 26: Talia Josephine "TJ" Wagner vs. David Zavimbi

Match 27: Tom Raymond vs. Otis flannegan

Match 28: Chance vs.Tao

Match 29: Karl Valley vs. Colin Wilkes

Match 30: Kristoff Vernard vs. Isabella Ortiz

Match 31: Jennifer Kale vs. Jonas Graymalkin

Match 32: Kahina Eskandari vs. Humberto Lopez