#i cannot wait for s7

[thexoonder]

You know, first I was like, "There's no way Sol Regem is going to agree to be essentially used for someone else's benefit"

Then I was proven wrong and immediately thought,"There's no way he's gonna do what they want him to do"

And I am both glad and upset I was right.

Also glad that we got our exact five minutes of Aaravos time, no more no less (We lost and won)

[sorinethemastermind]

The Dragon Prince: S7 Bingo Card

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s7 episode 22 “requiem” thoughts

well… here we are. s7 finale.

how are we doing? i, personally, am feeling a bit nervous. i know a tiny bit of what happens next… and i know we stand on a great precipice. both in the sense of this show and in my personal life, where i am dealing with new changes that will give me less mulder and scully time moving forward. very sad. 

also, i just don’t really like the episode where they revisit earlier cases, so i’m not optimistic on this part. especially for something as sacred as the pilot!!

but just because i know a few things- really, just key words- doesn’t mean i know what the next seasons will bring us! especially the revival. i know pretty much nothing about that. 

what i am excited for is meeting these new characters i have only seen occasional glimpses of in screenshots that make their way onto my for you page. 

trust that i’m gonna give these bitches a happy-ish AU ending though. NOT TOO HAPPY! there is plenty of angst potential. but happy-ISH. yeah.

well, let us delay NO longer!! let us not drag our feet! like i am doing right now!

(post-episode thoughts: GIRL............

okay, alien bullshit aside, i LOVED this episode. GAHHHH. i have so many feelings and this just might be my Longest Post Ever. i am SO excited to see what happens next!!! RAHHHHHH)

ahhhh, i’m so NERVOUS!!!

we are heading back to bellefleur, oregon. oh my god, my legs feel all tingly. the cops are here because there is something burning- a downed aircraft!

oh, my whole body is so tense.

detective miles is on his way to the burning plane. but the other guy he is talking to isn’t responding!! he just hears weird static and THE CLOCK GOES BACKWARDS!! DUN DUN DUNNNN 

he can’t hit the brakes and he crashes into another car!!!!! he crawls out… sees the burning. and his watch is spinning backwards, too!

(wouldn’t it be crazy if this whole thing started a time warp and brought our agents back to their very first meeting/case again… and they felt something was Off like in monday while they tried to figure out what it is… for years and years… ohhh. that is a juicy idea) 

this poor dude’s face is all bloody. and deputy hoese in the car he crashed into seems dead!! everything is very dark.

GASP! the BUBBLING GREEN ALIEN ACID BLOOD!!! what is afoot?! will we see our old friends (read: enemies) the bounty hunter and/or krycek, who has been mostly MIA for a while now?!

he turns around and someone who is bleeding green foamy blood has taken deputy ray hoese’s form!!! typical shapeshifting alien behavior. are they making a comeback after their thwarted colonization plans?

my brain is going a million miles an hour between the lore implications and the MSR implications.

intro time. get spooky with it. 

no special words on the intro. just the typical “the truth is out there”. 

ohhh gosh, we have worked SO hard to come to the moment that was movie night in requiem… and the episode description made it sound like they are going to get in a big fight. i’m not sure i can stomach a big fight… and then the angst that will happen after said big fight… well, tbh, that might be good. it’s gonna have to depend on what they fight about. if they even fight, that is. i love a well-executed fight. but a poorly written fight just drives me up a WALL!! and what could they be fighting about at this point in time? scully has opened herself up to the supernatural a lot more, so i’m not sure that it will come from a conflict of worldviews or a theory on a case. what could make them go from movie night chilling to something so serious it threatens their partnership?

hmm… especially considering the things we don’t see… will it be about the nature of their working vs romantic vs platonic relationships? i could see that getting… thorny. maybe that is it. 

(no fight LMAO i was so worked up for nothing, bahahaaa)

okay. i can’t stall any longer. need to jump back in.

AH! krycek AND CSM will be here. this does not bode well.

someone wearing glasses is adding up a total of what i assume is the agents’ expenses. mulder shakes his head. “is that a lot?” <- LMAO, RICH BOY BEHAVIOR, I'M CRYINGGGG

“a lot? yeah” LMAOOO, THE NUMBERS ARE OUT OF CONTROL BY FBI STANDARDS

“we could start sharing rooms” <- YOU PIECE OF WORK!!!

oooo, he’s under evaluation! but he is right, it’s hard to compare what they do to other departments.

ohhhhh, glasses guy is grilling him about aliens… he admits that is why he got started in this line of work… but whoever this dude is, he’s like “well they figured out the case with your sister, right?” and mulder says “nothing has been resolved exactly”

who is this guy? can he maybe be, idk... slightly sensitive?

so he pulls out the report and asks didn’t YOU write this- that your sister is likely dead and so are the men who took her? mulder says yeah. “so, what exactly is left to investigate?” <- this has to be a CSM plot to shut down the x files… mulder's jaw hardens

cut to a penal colony in tunisa, where a ton of people are screaming. a woman enters. MARITA??? she tells someone a release has been arranged. KRYCEK HAS BEEN IN A TUNISIAN PENAL COLONY?????

she looks so much better now… good for her. last time we saw her she was mostly dead. unless, of course, this isn’t really her, but someone in her form. i wonder if she’s gonna kick krycek’s ass for betraying her. or if they’ll make out sloppy style again.

“last time i saw you, i left you for dead” <- way to win her over, krycek. fuck this guy.

“alex, if it was strictly up to me, i’d leave you here to rot, too” lmao. deserved!

i still can’t figure out where she stands in this whole tangle of allegiances, so i’m just gonna sit back and see what happens. actually, i don’t know where either of them stand. or how they got in these situations. but he is unlocked from his cell.

now scully is being yelled at by the money counting glasses guy. and he is tearing into the possibility of aliens. scully is being very level-headed.

“i believe i was taken by men who subjected me to medical tests, which gave me cancer and left me barren” <- no emily mention… i wonder how well-known that information is within the bureau.

also, of course chris carter wrote this episode. it will probably make no sense

“but you don’t believe in aliens?” “i’ve seen things that i cannot deny” <- you know what? fair enough.

krycek is panting while taking a shower. marita tells him CSM sent her- he is dying. is she just standing there while he showers? well. i guess they've probably seen each other naked before.

glasses man is still going through their stuff down in the basement office, even though he said he was done. is this guy gonna close down the x files?! “that sounds more like a threat” <- mulder, i support you beating his ass 

he claims that they could do everything from an office... LMAOOOO good one. he says mulder should narrow his search to wherever the aliens are- they need to reduce their vision. uh, okay, but the aliens are everywhere, bro. that's their whole thing!

back in oregon, some kids run into the mr. miles from before, asking if he is okay. he seems… not okay. they want to see the plane crash. “a military jet fighter collided midair with a UFO” and you know those boys wanna see some of that! mr. miles tells them that it isn’t true. and they heard the sheriff say there was a fire! miles denies it and tells them to go home. 

scully stares at the beloved poster in their basement. mulder says he thinks he’s in big trouble. “oh, mulder, how many times have they tried to shut us down?” “yeah, but i never actually assaulted an auditor before” LMAOOOOOOO SHE SMILESSSS “did you hurt him?” “i reduced his vision a little bit” 

melts into a puddle. these bitches are so in love.

when a phone call strikes! it’s billy miles. he says he isn’t sure if mulder remembers him. but he sure does. mulder says he’s here with agent scully, who asks if he is alright. billy says he doesn’t know where else to turn. it’s happening again, but to someone else. then he hangs up.

OH, MR. MILES IS HIS DAD!!! ohhhh, juicyyyy.

(listen, i don't remember all of the one-off character's names and their lore, so if you recognized him from the opening scene, you may just be a better fan than i am and i am happy for you)

“more alien abductions, scully” “i don’t know how we could possibly justify the expense” “we’d probably turn up nothing” OHHHHH THESE TWO…. “let’s go waste some money”

SIGHS WISTFULLY.

okay, now we cut to watergate. marita knocks on a door with krycek in tow. a random lady answers. she declares he is anxious to see you. is it dying CSM???

it is indeed!!! he has grey hair. he doesn’t look well- in fact, he looks very bad. “i was worried about you, alex” “cut the crap, old man” <- oh damn. this seems to be going poorly already. 

CSM can barely talk. but he admits to getting krycek in locked up “for trying to sell something that was mine, was it not?” <- ohhh, krycek. you’re supposed to be better than that!!! unless he was double timing, nay, perhaps triple timing, and it was all part of a scheme- biding his time in prison, getting incarcerated on purpose…

but he doesn't seem like the sort of guy that does well in prison, so i doubt it. he likely was stupid enough to try and sell secrets to the wrong people. smh, he should know better!

CSM says he hopes they can all put the past behind them. “we have a singular opportunity now” and it is a UFO crash in oregon. an alien ship collided with military aircraft. roswell all over again. their chance to rebuild the project.

this seems to have come out of nowhere. but okay. 

blonde woman hands him a cigarette. did he just smoke it through a hole in his neck?? wait, hold on, i had to rewind a few seconds to make sure i saw that right. GAG. AND NOT THE GOOD KIND. THIS KIND: 🤢 

guys, do NOT smoke, i’m fucking serious!!!!!

although, last time we saw him, he said he was dying from his surgery and not emphysema or whatever tf this is. but maybe that was another lie.

sorry, that was so fucking GROSS. holding a cigarette up to his neck hole. bleughhhh.

marita asks how he knows someone hasn’t already recovered the UFO- he says it’s not quite so easy.

those guys from before who were checking in on mr. miles- gary and richie- are investigating in the woods- when they get caught in some sort of warp thingy!!! at least, gary does. richie sees a weird colorful void thing… his flashlight starts to burn…. he sets it down and runs!!!!

what does this mean for mulder and scully?!?!

well, speak of the devils, they’re pulling in now. i like scully’s suit. aww! billy is a cop. mulder seems proud: “look who’s wearing a badge” well, good for him i guess. he admits that his father edited his psych eval results. which probably isn't a good thing.

and scully notices his wedding ring. “you’re married, billy” “uh, divorced” <- oh! well that makes everything uncomfortable. here they just wanted to dote on that teenager who went and grew up on them. poor scully, getting stuck in these sorts of situations.

then why is he still wearing the ring...? hmm.

his dad still denies "it" happened. and the other aircraft hasn’t been recovered. his dad hasn’t been any help in finding it, even though they have a deputy missing. and then he pulls in. scully re-introduces them.

now he’s claiming there was no crash at all. so they follow him out to the scene. where there is a big X on the ground! AWWW, scully smiles as she recalls mulder painting it.

god. i'm emotional.

but scully sees something… she’s off to investigate. while mulder and the others look in the dirt. 

scully finds a shell and asks if the deputy carried a .38. because she knows her guns. what was he shooting at? mulder says probably nothing. 

scully asks if the missing cop was married or single. where is she going with this? “married. with a new baby” <- ah. she must be thinking of who to ask for more information. see, the two marriage references in quick succession mean something... but i just don't know what. (pointed look at mulder... you got something you wanna share with the class?)

billy tries to tell his dad the agents only want to solve this, but mr. miles says to get in the car. OH!! he has the dead deputy in the trunk. well. that’ll do it, i guess. must be an impersonator. or maybe he is the real mr. miles and he just doesn't wanna deal with this bullshit. he tosses the shells in there with the body.

the agents arrive at the hoese house. NOT “HORSE”, AUTOCORRECT!

it’s teresa nemman!! who came to them 7 years ago! she says nothing other than “oh my god” upon seeing them

small town, i suppose. they both have this kinda “look how much you’ve grown” thing going on with their old pals and it’s pretty sweet. and teresa does in fact have a baby who is trying to grab her chin. unhand her, fiend.

she says ray (her missing husband) and her have a connection- he’s an abductee, too. but his experiences were scarier than hers- he was taken many times and tested. she has medical records and pictures of his scars- she’ll get them the files. so now they're taking men, too?

scully has been saddled with baby. this is a presumptuous thing to do, but she takes it in stride. ever the professional, our medical doctor special agent scully. OHHHH, AND MULDER IS WATCHING AS SHE PLAYS WITH THE BABY…. he sighs. someone please put me down like a sick animal. HE SMILES AS SHE’S SINGING, OH FUCK.

see, you give ME a baby on the job, and i have no clue what the hell i’m gonna do. but scully grabs a toy and starts playing with the little dude. you KNOW she has been watching those damn nephews for years.

there is so much i want to know…. because i know sort of what happens, or what is revealed later, but not everything……

god. him sighing is gonna kill me dead. 

well, now it’s time to look at photos of ray hoese’s scars. and mulder is in a black shirt. scully is at the door. separate rooms still, i suppose. 

oh! her at his door again! and she’s not okay!! she seems to be shaking. ah, like old times. 

oh, poor thing- she's sick. she claims she doesn’t know what is wrong. she's dizzy and has chills. she doesn’t want him to call the doctor- he gets her in bed. takes her shoes off. she just wants to get warm. 

so she gets in bed and he is CUDDLING HER, OH MY GOOOOOD.

oh, poor scully. she is never sick. 

“it’s not worth it, scully” “what?” “i want you to go home” she laughs “mulder, i’m gonna be fine” 

“no, no, i’ve been thinking about it. looking at you tonight, holding that baby… knowing everything that’s been taken away from you. a chance for motherhood, and your health, and that baby. i think that… i don’t know, maybe they’re right”

“who’s right?” oh. she’s crying.

“the FBI. maybe what they say is true, though for all the wrong reasons. it’s the personal costs that are too high. there’s so much more you need to do with your life. there’s so much more than this”

oh my god…… oh my god…. he runs a hand over her face. “there has to be an end, scully” kisses her cheek. oh my god… they NEVER talk like this.

well. i was expecting fighting, not this level of tenderness. but maybe the fighting will come after? i mean, he did just say a lot of things with a lot of implications. 

she folds her hands, thinking.

GOD. i want to just sit with that. or maybe watch it again. NO, FUCK YOU KRYCEK, THIS ISN’T ABOUT YOU, hold on. i need to rewind.

she’s shaking when she comes to his door… he pulls her in… she looks like she’s trying not to cry. he’s looking up at her sitting on the bed. his hand on her back as he tucks her in. her little laugh when he wraps his arm around her. and her smile when she says she’ll be fine. her licking her lips as she processes what he says. him whispering right into her ear. her tears. his little kiss. holding her as she cries. GOD.

please give me a FUCKING MOMENT.

okay. fine. now that i have seen that twice, we can have krycek time, I GUESS. is he watching them? creep. i actually think he is just nearby and not being creepy, but it looked sus. he says that no one has seen the UFO. he’s on the phone with CSM, whose nurse is… injecting something into his arm. i don’t want to know. but CSM says he is certain it is there- hidden in plain sight.

oh gag, CSM didn’t seem to know that mulder and scully are there as well. well, maybe he did know. he’s always acting. “find the deputy, find the ship” 

someone is at the door of teresa’s house! she thinks it’s her husband! is it?? no girl, we saw him dead in the trunk. well, resurrections have happened before on this show!

he isn’t saying anything. she asks what they did to him. and then she realizes that is not her husband. but he’s in the house, following her. 

she grabs a knife…. stabs him… but the green foam goo!!! her eyes are burning!!! she tries to get the baby!!!! is that what they’re after?? the baby???

the agents are on the scene in the morning. well, the baby is still around- a cop is clumsily carrying the little dude. billy says that they took teresa. the door was open. and the burns… same as the road… 

“it’s a biological toxin emitted as a gas through the bloodstream” "from who?” “from what is arguably an alien” ooooo!!! love that for her. ARGUABLY an alien.

oh no!!! she starts to faint!!! billy catches her. but she insists that she is fine.

AUGH, more smoking through CSM’s neck hole… oh poor scully… she doesn’t seem to know wtf is going on…

such a sharp juxtaposition. scully falling and being caught to CSM neck smoking. greta is his nurse’s name. and marita is just watching this shit go down, LMAOOOO, she looks weirded out as fuck, bahahaaaa. me too girl.

CSM says he has great faith that krycek will find the ship, but if he told him how, he would sell the information. it will rebuild itself. ohhhh, okay. yeah. <- me pretending that makes any fucking sense at all

marita’s face is killlling me. he says to possess the UFO is to know the answer to everything. even to god? “there’s no god, marita. what we call god is only alien-  an intelligence much greater than us” <- well tbh, i don’t like that as a worldbuilding answer or your attitude, mister CSM, so stick that in your cigarette and smoke it in your neck hole.

"god is an alien" BORING! UNORIGINAL!

she asks if they’re coming here. he says they’re only coming back. hmm. i guess we learned a bit about that in FTF.

scully returns to mulder in the car. but mulder is off to ask richie something. he can sense the weird vibes. richie tells billy they took gary!!! AND he tells them his dad was out there, denying everything!!! 

richie leads them into the woods. tells them about his flashlight burning up. tells them about gary vanishing. 

LMAO?? WHAT THE FUCK, SCULLY GETS STUCK IN THE WARP, BUT IT JUST LOOKS LIKE SHE GOT TOSSED IN THE BLENDER…. this fucking SHOW, BAHAHAAA

mulder doesn’t seem to notice she’s gone!! until now!! he’s calling out to her…..  he’s hunting her down. finds her laying on the ground. “you want some water?” “what happened to her?” “can you just get her some water?” <- do NOT fuck around, billy. get her some WATER!

he’s cradling her. “why is this happening to me?” “it’s okay, it’s okay” he brushes back her hair… GOD. he’s so tender. i wish i didn’t know what happens at the end of this. well. i guess i can write some fic. 

he continues to brush her hair as he explains his theory: the abductees aren’t coming back. 

god. presses replay. 

her eyes aren’t focusing as he holds her. “i just… i just… i just hit the ground” POOR SCULLY :(

billy goes home to his dad. which doesn’t let us see what happens next with mulder and scully cuddling in the woods. rude. whatever.

he pulls out his gun. tells his “father” to stay where he is. billy says he will not take him. “are you going to shoot your father?” “if you’re my father, why won’t you believe me?” “i believe you billy. i just want it all to go away” oh, this dynamic is JUICY. a rare moment where revisiting the original episode has something new and interesting to say.

dad reaches for the gun. billy’s hands are shaking. he gives it to him, crying. damn. he must have not been lying about having him fudge the psych evaluation.

BUT GASP!! IT *IS* THE ALIEN BOUNTY HUNTER!!! he sees mulder and scully arrive!!! 

they walk in… calling for billy…. who doesn’t respond. 

two days later…. the skinman is in mulder’s office. 

mulder is playing with his basketball and being a smartass. “what’s our punishment this time: thumbscrews or 40 lashes?” 

“come on in, walter, sit a spell. this could be a last time you take a trip down to these offices” <- HE CALLED HIM WALTER…. 

where is scully...?

“you could bring home a flying saucer and have an alien shake hands with the president. what it comes down to, agent mulder, is… they don’t like you” :( aw. skinman... he admires mulder enough to tell him the truth. even if it hurts.

BUT HE WALKS IN WITH KRYCEK AND MARITA??? THE FUCK???

mulder is off his feet and throwing hands with skinner right NOW. but skinner says he should listen. marita claims CSM is dying. his last wish is to revive the conspiracy. it’s all in oregon. 

but mulder is completely opposed to the project... so why would they come to him for help...? unless this new version of the project will focus on saving everyone from alien slavery and not just the .01%... maybe he can argue for that?

“there’s no ship in those woods” “yeah, it’s there, cloaked in an energy field. while he mops up the evidence” “who?” “the alien bounty hunter” <- IJBOLLLLL

sometimes i remember how silly this show is when you get dialogue like that. krycek is handsome though, the rat bastard. he says they’re killing anyone who has gone through the tests.

“why me and why now?” “i want to damn the soul of that cigarette-smoking son of a bitch” OKAY!!! slash shippers, i see you. 

scully speaks up. she’s in the hall. gagged af. 

CUT TO FAST FOOD AND FROHIKE WITH SKINNER AND MARITA AND KRYCEK AND CREW??? frohike my BEST FRIEND, and also the rest of the gunmen!!! they confirm that the information krycek has brought them seems legit. scully walks away. 

poor thing. oh, i thought she was sick. but now i think is the fight time.

“mulder, if any of this is true…”

“if it is, or if it isn’t, i want you to forget about it, scully”

“forget about it?”

“you’re not going back out there” is that your call to make….? “i’m not going to let you go back out there”

“what are you talking about?” oh, she sounds hurt…

“it has to end sometime. that time is now”

“mulder…”

“scully, you have to understand that they’re taking abductees. you’re an abductee” well. that is a good point. 

“i’m not going to risk… losing you” <- OHHHHH!!!! OHHHHHH!! silence. she gets closer. hugs him. says she won’t let him go alone. 

oh, god…..

the skinman is off in oregon. as is mulder. “this is starting to feel like the snipe hunt i was afraid of” “there’s no such thing as a snipe, sir” LMAO, and he would know! “hey, you know, my ass is on the line here too, agent mulder”

oh, skinner…. you’d die for them. it's a lot to put into words. “i know that” he nods. they head into the woods. 

scully is back in the office with the gunmen- did she stay in DC and dispatch skinner to go with him? well, i suppose he isn't alone, then. she's looking at information from the abductees from oregon. they all experienced “electro-encephalitic trauma” which is WHAT MULDER HAD EARLIER IN THE SEASON!!!! oh no!! so in trying to protect her, he walked into the trap!!

i know what happens at the end of this episode... why am i acting surprised.

still, that is a hell of a plot point to drop in the 11th hour.

she says something knocked her back because it didn’t want her… but it’s him who is in danger. 

NOOOO, SHE PASSES OUT and all the gunmen catch her :(

meanwhile, skinner and mulder are doing alien stuff in the woods. “but budgetarily, i’d say we’re looking pretty good” <- this asshole…

mulder's device is beeping…. the lights stop at a certain point…. he approaches the force field. sticks his hand in. it goes wobbly. skinner is behind. calls out for him.

he’s on the other side of the force field. WITH ALL THE OTHERS WHO WERE ABDUCTED FROM TOWN!! they’re in stark white TERRIFYING LIGHT. he can’t hear skinner yelling.

he walks towards them. steps into the light. they welcome him. he looks up. a UFO…. but the bounty hunter approaches. what does he want???

bright white light. skinner sees the ship leave. NOOOO, SKINNER….. I NEVER THOUGHT HE WOULD BE THERE WHEN THIS WENT DOWN. 

and he softly mumbles “mulder”... oh my god.

a knocking on CSM’s door. it’s krycek and marita. he looks at them and declares that they have failed. “perhaps you never meant to succeed” “anyway. the hour is at hand, i presume” “what are you doing?” “sending the devil back to hell” OH SHIT!

“as you do to mulder and to me… you do to all of mankind, alex” so CSM thinks krycek meant to get rid of mulder?!

he pushes CSM's wheelchair down the stairs. they walk down. both of them step over him. is he really dead?!?

i just kinda assume he's gonna keep regenerating, but i will admit that it isn't looking swell for him at this point. UNLESS, of course, he was faking dying and got that neck hole installed to really play the part. you cannot out-scheme the schemer...

skinner. oh god. approaching scully in the hospital. she sighs and says hi. she says she’s feeling fine. they’re just running tests. 

she already knows about mulder. oh god, skinner is crying. saying he lost him. he’ll be asked what he saw. and what he saw he can’t deny. he won't. she's crying.

(at this point, my notes turned into an entirely illegible series of letters as my emotions worked faster than my fingers could)

she says they will find him. she’s crying. says she has to. skinner starts to walk away. “sir, um… there’s something else i need to tell you” OH BITCH, HERE WE GO…

“something that i need for you to keep to yourself” she looks so scared. “i’m having a hard time explaining it” but she smiles. “or believing it” OH GOD. “but, um…” she’s nearly laughing. “i’m pregnant” 

OH GOD. 

dies. falls to the ground and dies.

okay, so i can confess that this WHOLE time, yes, from DAY ONE of this blog, i knew he was going to get abducted and she was going to get pregnant in the same episode. but GOD. seeing it actually happen… 

rips my shirt off in grief.

i have to say though… i’m kinda fucking here for this angst. 

scully getting to fulfill her dream of being a mother but only when mulder is gone. skinner’s incredible levels of guilt. his refusal to back down. he will tell the truth. it will probably cost him everything.

but still she tells him her news, even if he says he lost mulder- as if it were his fault, god, of course it isn't, but he thinks it, and maybe she thinks it a tiny bit, but still, she told him. she has to tell someone. anyone. and of course skinner blames himself… GOD. and now he knows her secret, and she’s happy and so sad and so scared all at the same confusing time, and skinner’s gonna do anything he can to keep her safe and bring mulder back, and FUCK. that is the EXACT skinner/MSR dynamic i love. she’s all haunted and he’s all haunted, but he feels responsible, and she’s gonna try and do everything she can, but he’s gonna be overbearing and he can’t say anything. FUCK.

actually guys... we might be sooooo fucking back. 

watching that scene again. the way skinner seemed so scared to come in her room. she’s sitting all prim and proper in her hospital bed. trying not to smile when he asks how she’s feeling. and he can’t get the words out. he stutters. she looks down. she’s crying. he’s crying. says he lost him. says he will tell them what he saw. her eyes are filled with tears. looking up at him. her confidence that they will find him. “i have to”. and skinner tries to awkwardly leave. her face still covered in tears when she calls him back. her voice hitching when she says he needs to keep this to himself. the hesitant smiles. the long pause. when she gets the words out she breathes heavy. and his stoic face. she gasps, half laughing. 

GOD.

the sick and twisted way she is happy and ripped in half at the same time…. that is some GOOD shit. 

okay. so yeah. i will be turning that around in my brain forever and ever and ever and ever, amen. god, i wish mulder was there for her to tell him the news, but the sick, sick angst that he isn’t is cruel... and i like it. 

(also, i know that he eventually makes a return because there are later seasons, so i can rest easy in being wrung through the emotions)

i mean, i guess i also knew scully wasn’t going to die in the cancer arc, but that still hurt so bad i wasn’t even having fun, so i can’t rule that experience out again. maybe it will just be painful and zero fun. but this is SUCH an interesting dynamic with skinner and scully that will be explored, so… i’m sat. i’m fucking sat. popcorn grabbed, metaphorically speaking. 

WHYYY DOES MY LIFE HAVE TO GET BUSY WHEN WE GET TO *THIS* POINT?

so... yeah. 

now. i feel i can come clean. are you okay with this? like i said, i knew this would happen, and i knew he will come back... and let’s just say i have my own AUs where they live happy-ish ever after. AGAIN! emphasis on the -ish. and no, i don't know everything, just... little bits and pieces.

here’s the thing: people like to think “and the characters get married and have babies!!” is a synonym for tooth-rotting fluff. when in fact, from my humble and outsider perspective (as a girl who has no children nor any plans to), i think having kids is THE perfect opportunity for angst. 

this person grew within you. everyone said it would never happen, but somehow, it did, and he kicked you. changed you. stole your blood and your bones and made you ill. there is constant risk and fear in the whole grueling, lengthy process. at last he emerges, screaming and raw. a concept that you made flesh. and now that he is here, on this side of existence- you know a few things: 1. he is entirely innocent 2. he cannot live without you and 3. you would kill for him in an instant. you want so desperately to give him everything you were denied. wrestle this terrible and ancient instinct with the simple fact that you cannot make life perfect. he will hurt. he will bleed. you cannot keep him safe. you cannot raise him unscathed from your own suffering. your mistakes will shape him- so watch your every move.

look at this innocent little guy again. know that he is fully dependent on you. struggle with that weight. struggle with the idea of who you were before him and know that there is no going back. you’re you, but things are different- and that is a mighty, terrible, lonely, amazing, maybe beautiful change.

and all the love in your heart cannot keep him from the cruelties of this world. but you bite and you tear and you claw and you’ll do whatever it takes to try and make it somewhat of a better place so he can grow up in it.

how do you tell him about the aunts he will never know? that there are terrible people out there who want to hurt him? how do you handle that fear that turns your bones into ice that at any moment he could be taken away- from a freak accident, from disease or illness, from the danger of people already wanting to kill you all the time just for your line of work- the uncertainty of it all... how do you deal?

you see what i’m saying? sure, you can get real fluffy with it, which i totally support if you're into that sort of thing, but i think the concept of babies being emblematic of peace has it backwards. but then again, my understanding of them comes from fiction and i don’t want any of my own. so you’re welcome to disagree and form your own takes. i’m just SAYING, making a perfect little creature and knowing you WILL inevitably fuck it up must be pretty heavy. 

well. i got a little sidetracked there. but yeah, i guess that is a concept that intrigues me. 

anyway. CSM dead? maybe. nasty, nasty throat hole… 

krycek is back. tbh, idgaf. i was wondering when he was coming back, but i should have known that however it happened, it wouldn’t make any fucking sense, so i guess i’m just here for the ride. sure, man. get released from a tunisian penal colony. anything might as well happen. nothing surprises me. i'm far more interested in whatever the fuck marita has going on. maybe they're two sides of the same coin, but she intrigues me. gotta love women in STEM (scheming, treachery, evil, and masterminding)

SKINNER ANGST!! oh, i am so fucking ready. although, i am very fearful that he will lose his job over what he will admit to seeing… but he said before that he wants to be a better ally for them. and hey! while we're raising questions, why did he believe krycek when he came to tell him about the UFO? the same krycek that can control if he lives or dies? is that still going on? 

maybe krycek made him do that… but it seemed like he really did believe him. hmm. much to ponder on that front. maybe scully will be able to fix his digital disease. i wonder what is next for marita and krycek. i wonder if CSM was right and krycek really did want mulder gone and that is why he did what he did. what is his angle? trying to get in with the aliens? position himself as some sort of diplomat?

girl, idk. does anyone know?

oh, poor scully. torn between emotional extremes. i hope the gunmen and skinner will be there for her. and her mother!! i hope we see more of her next season. they have a very interesting relationship, especially in the wake of what we know about her father. curious to know what brother bill’s reaction would be… probably nothing good if he assumed mulder was involved. god. if only missy were still around. FUCK. that hurts to think about. do you think she considers naming the baby after her?

of course, though, if you’re scully, at this point in time you’re probably just terrified that anything will go wrong and this opportunity you wished so deeply for will get ruined. and also fucking terrified in the sense that: how tf did this happen in the first place??? is this a miracle, or is someone once again playing god with her? and also, it's so early on, anything could happen, i assume it has to be a high-risk pregnancy because, well (gestures to everything that has ever happened to her. you remember the fucking human cocoons in darkness falls? the various plagues? gunshot to the stomach?)

but also, you need to keep it a secret, because a bunch of people want you dead anyway, so you can’t be like “hey guys, good news!” or go into hiding for however many months… because i still am just gonna assume she wasn’t pregnant in the last episode because, again. the beer and the explosion... doesn't seem super conducive to making a baby. it’s not like the timeline of this show makes any fucking sense anyway!!! we can allow it!! if we can allow scully to have 3 degrees that take 10 years total (not including the many years of post-med school residency) AND 2 years of teaching under her belt by the age of 28, we can fumble with a few weeks of timeline for the pregnancy to make more sense. come on.

i can’t believe i have typed all of these words and i haven’t even said anything about mulder. god. the way he held her, kissed her, tucked her in. told her it was too much. that she deserved more out of life. the way he sighed when he saw her with the baby. the way he must really think that the case with his sister is closed. that there has to be more out there for her. he felt so strongly he told her outright instead of hiding it in layers of metaphor like he usually does. but he seems to think he is too far gone down the rabbit hole of the x files to ever be saved. but god. if he knew. oh, if he knew…

can you imagine if he did know? these bitches haven’t even had the “what are we” talk yet. (at least, not on camera) but he was so gentle when she was sick. oh god, he would be so gentle, it would make ME sick. but he doesn’t know. because he’s… who even knows what is going on with him? probably terrible horrible tortures. the exact conditions that make you a well-adjusted parent! /s

but oh god, have they even had *that* talk? because, like… i know there was some IVF stuff that gets later revealed, but it isn’t clear if this pregnancy is a result of that?? because she was taken by surprise. and she’s famously a doctor. so if she was doing the many IVF procedures, which, to my knowledge, are months long and terribly uncomfortable, she would not be surprised by this happening…. like yeah, that would be an expected potential outcome. i’m laughing at the image: (doctor who is trying to induce the medical condition she has studied for years) why am i experiencing all of these hyper-specific symptoms so suddenly?! like... lmfao. idk, maybe it is possible. i don't know how this stuff plays out in reality.

i guess they could have told her it wouldn’t work and then she gave up hope and then, surprise! it did. but still. idk. it makes no sense for the baby to be some sort of alien. then again, nothing on this show makes any fucking sense. so we cannot rule anything out. i guess i'm assuming mulder is the father. somehow. don't worry about the details.

(and tbh, i do have problems with the way this show is so obsessed with her having no agency regarding her reproductive capacity and the weird overtones surrounding her ability or lack thereof to have children. like, it still squicks me out. i'm just particularly invested in this dynamic and where it will go to the point that i'm not foaming at the mouth with rage like i was with the emily plotline, which seemed so... idk. i don't want to say "pointless", but "poorly written" might be a better term. well, this could be poorly written, too! it's too early to make any predictions- if they fuck it up, my anger will pour forth in a flood)

god. mulder's need to keep her safe. to protect everything he loves. and the way he has been totally unable to in the past. but fuck, he can’t lose her. he’ll move the moon. and this is BEFORE he knows… imagine if he did. again. IMAGINE. because we don’t get to see that shit. SICK!! and twisted. but it’s okay, because like i said, i’m lowkey into that.

wow. i said so much and yet so little. you know, i did think that what they did with billy miles was very interesting, though. i mean, mytharc krycek bullshit aside, he had a really fascinating dynamic with his father that made it actually worth revisiting. way less of a fumble than the other cases they have revisited. 

man, i don’t think i’ve stopped typing for like 45 fucking minutes. need to go lay down. this post is going to take so fucking long to edit. sigh. i guess that is a problem for tomorrow me.

also, shoutout to all the people who watched this go down live, because i would have been losing my MARBLES waiting for the next season, LMFAOOOOO... y'all are TROOPERS fr fr!!!

please tell me what you thought of this episode, and what your reactions were, and if you saw it when it aired- i'm bouncing off the walls, i want to hear EVERYTHING (except for spoilers, of course! i only know a liiiiittle bit of what happens next... and i want to keep it that way! i wish i could go in without any knowledge, but alas!)

[eddiebuckley-diaz]

Tonight’s episode brought to you by abc!!

Hope you enjoy 😄

[andypantsx3]

i once saw a boy so beautiful i cried

[sapphoismymuse]

i know rayla’s outfit at the end with callum’s scarf was meant to parallel her wearing his clothes but my first reaction to watching that scene was “wait… MERLIN?!?!”

[hippolotamus]

me watching the latest 9-1-1 trailer

[rainofthetwilight]

aughhh imagine...if new DR episodes (or any episodes) were actually leaked in arabic early...whether if it was leaked w/ other languages or not...I'd immediately watch the hell out of that...a girl can only dream

[blu-s0da]

the painful irony of people still reblogging the "simpler pixel Markus" and not one of them reblogging that big pixel portrait I did. Like is the piece really that ugly or has no one bothered to click the link even once

[theyarebothgunshot]

isee you have been watching 911? thoughts?

yes i have and it has quite simply taken over my life tbh. i used to watch it a few years ago and i stopped when i read some itws that made it seem like people were crazy for shipping buddie. i was not gonna let myself get too invested because been there done that lmao but. somewhere in the back of my mind i always thought "what if" and when i saw the gifs of buck and tommy i immediately teared up because buck!!! is bisexual!!!!! we're not crazy!!!!! and yeah i have been enjoying it so much.

[teenagemutantninjafangirl]

10 episodes of s6 left 🤭🤭🤭

[fanboyoff1]

OMG OMG the trailer just dropped alsodjskfkgl

[basicallyjaywalker]

Ngl I think one of the things that scared me from watching the new seasons was that kind of fear

I was told that the new seasons were bad, that they just made Lloyd daddy issues central and ruined Garmadon's character and Harumi was terrible and sucked (which I won't touch on but I feel like one of the people who gets harumis character can better explain why the hate around her is. Well. Kind of rooted in a deeper issue)

And have I seen them yet? No, I'm working on it (please don't yell at me again I prommy I am /lh)

But like... From what I do know from Tumblr posts and such the progression of Lloyd and Garmadon's relationship not only makes sense but also deepens their interactions in a lot of ways

Like S1 also already shows Lloyd has the start of daddy issues (asking Garmadon why he abandoned him for one, yelling at him for stealing, generally his relationship with Garm has its complications he just isn't fully ready to discuss them)

And so I think having that shift, going from wanting nothing more than his father's attention and pride, to having to fight him, to having him back only to lose him again (by Lloyd's own hand no less!), to lose him in another way and have their relationship shattered.... Is so much more compelling and tragic for his character. It adds so much depth that was not there before

And for their relationship, each time Lloyd HAS to interact with Garmadon, you know that has to be eating at him. That constant thought of the father he HAD versus the man his father now is. A man who would never hurt him before has become a monster and he no longer recognizes him

Add to that the fact that Garmadon doesn't seem to fucking remember that chapter of his life and you have an epically tragic, compelling father/son relationship and a Lloyd who must constantly be grappling with conflicting emotions of who he is, who his father is, and him being scared of becoming like his father

None of this is even getting into what I'm sure is a maturation arc for Lloyd and him dealing with multiple other traumas (Morros possession, Harumis betrayal, the multiple things that happen with Garm)

I also wanna reiterate this is what I know from Tumblr but if anyone who is not a fake fan wants to correct me please God do, I'll edit the post or whatever is necessary

gonna be honest… i don’t like the ninjago fandom outside of tumblr. it’s like they’re the people who don’t make an effort to understand anything outside of their own reality. i just saw someone literally ranting about how lloyd needs to stop being mad at garmadon because it’s “not a big deal” and “old design lloyd would never”.

like…??

1. old design lloyd (literally just pre-puberty lloyd) WOULD (exhibit a: how he reacted to his mothers return [post about that coming tmrw]).

2. OLD DESIGN LLOYD HADNT BEEN THROWN THROUGH A BUILDING BY HIS FATHER.

DOES TRAUMA MEAN NOTHING TO THESE PPL?!?!!?

and on top of that, they said “old design lloyd wouldn’t have gotten scared of his reflection”. best friend… old design lloyd wouldn’t have k*lled the overlord either. it’s not in his nature. say old design lloyd got oni form. i bet my whole bank account he would have been just as horrified by his reflection. im fully convinced the tumblr community is the only group of people who actually care about character development and progression because all i see on instagram, youtube, and twitter (through screenshots) is just bitterness at the redesigns and a lack of understanding that trauma actually effects ppl and isn’t quirky.

[gummy-cat-writes]

save it for a rainy day | spencer reid x bau! fem!reader

synopsis: while on a case in Seattle during a particularly rainy week, the team learns that you've never been kissed, a fact Spencer didn't realise would both him so much

content warnings: criminal minds typical themes (discussions/descriptions of violence, injuries, death, trauma and generally not great things) please read at your own risk!! also minor spoilers for s7 ep19 (heathridge manor)

ingredients: mostly fluff, she fell first, he fell harder, I got carried away so it's basically a casefic, inaccurate depictions of the US/how the FBI works (sorry I'm not American), a bunch of random facts since its literally Spencer's main love language (cannot guarantee the legitimacy of said facts they were from singular google searches), limited use of Y/N (I tried) and I'm not entirely convinced the plot exists sorryyy

word count: 6k (like I said I got carried away whoops)

a/n: eek this is my very first attempt at posting my writing on tumblr, and also my very first x reader fic! (finally living up to my username lol) I got a bit carried away with this and it is just a tad self indulgent but I hope you all enjoy and if I missed any content warnings please let me know!!

Spencer Reid couldn’t stand the rain. His hair was hard enough to keep presentable when dry, but being wet it made him look like a soggy cat. Much to his dismay, the current case happened to be in Seattle, Washington, right in the middle of their rainy season – perfect for an unsub who liked to drown their victims in rainwater.

Spencer had only just stepped out of the jet when he felt the light downpour beginning to dampen his head and shoulders, squinting up at the sky with a disgruntled look.

“I hate the rain,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else, thankful he’d long since transitioned back to contacts, as wearing glasses in this weather would have made the trip entirely more frustrating.

“Aw, come on,” a voice chirped up beside him. “It’s not that bad,” You were much more prepared than him, already opening a brightly patterned umbrella as you descended the plane steps. “It smells so nice.”

Without being asked, you lifted the umbrella higher so he could duck beneath it. The two of you began the walk across the tarmac, following Hotch and Rossi, with Emily, JJ and Morgan bringing up the rear.

“The term for the smell we usually associate with rain is actually called petrichor,” Spencer said, unable to help himself. “The word was coined in 1964 by Australian scientists, it’s a mixture of water and other compounds like ozone, geosmin and plant oils.” He wrinkled his nose, the aforementioned smell filling the morning air. “It gets particularly strong during a downpour like this.”

You chuckled. “Well, I think it’s romantic. I always imagined my first kiss would be in the rain.”

Spencer ducked as you closed the umbrella, arriving at the terminal entrance. He watched as you held back, letting the rain fall on your face for a moment.

“Was it?” he asked.

“Hm?” You blinked, before shrugging. “Oh, I wouldn’t know,” you said, in a surprisingly casual tone. “I haven’t had my first kiss yet.”

This statement somehow caused Spencer’s stomach to flip, and he found himself unable to form words.

Emily, who’d overheard the tail-end of the conversation, did not have the same issue.

“You’ve never been kissed?” she said incredulously, already grinning at your now somewhat sheepish expression.

“I’ve sort of being saving it,” you admitted, smiling nervously. “I just think that being kissed in the rain is so romantic.”

“Oh, you sweet summer child,” Emily responded fondly. “Wait ‘til Penelope hears about this.”

You groaned, your cheeks reddening. By now, JJ and Morgan had caught up, the former eyeing Spencer with concern.

“Spence, you okay?”

Caught off guard, Spencer’s next words came out a little harsher than intended.

“I don’t care if it’s romantic,” he snapped. “I still hate the rain.”

Spencer had no clue what was going on. It had been ages since your conversation on the tarmac, but your words kept replaying in his head. It was one of the few times he loathed his eidetic memory, as the visual of you standing calmly in the rain, water dripping down your face – more specifically your mouth – swam in his brain whenever he closed his eyes.

“-and Reid can share with her.” The sound of his name broke him from his reverie, and he looked up frowning. The team had dropped by their hotel to freshen up before heading to the precinct, and were discussing who would be sharing a room together. Typically, they got four rooms, with six of them pairing up and one person getting a room to themselves. JJ was looking at Spencer, that concerned look on her face again.

“You don’t mind, do you?” she asked.

Spencer’s brain rebooted awfully slow. “I- what?”

“Room shares,” Emily cut in, looking amused as the others chuckled. “You’re good to share a room with Y/N, right?”

All Spencer could do was glance between his team, his eyes landing on Morgan.

“What about Morgan?” he asked. Something about sharing a room with you made his chest tighten uncomfortably.

Morgan laughed. “Sorry, pretty boy, it’s my turn in the solo room.”

“I don’t mind,” you piped up, glancing at Spencer with a friendly smile. “Spencer?”

“Do you kids need to do rock-paper-scissors to decide?” Rossi’s tone was exasperated. “Me and Hotch, Emily and JJ, Reid and L/N and Morgan on his own. Simple.”

There was little more arguing Spencer could do without being obvious, so he reluctantly followed you down the hall to your room. Why on Earth was such a short, insignificant conversation making him feel like this? He’d shared rooms with you on cases before, what was so different now?

You unlocked the door to the room, completely unaware of his inner turmoil. For a moment, Spencer could forget it too, watching as you examined the room, enthusiastically dropping flat onto one of the twin beds.

“This room’s a lot like the one we shared in Massachusetts,” you mused absentmindedly. “The layout’s the same. I like the old-fashioned look.”

“You know, the oldest hotel in the world is the Nishiyama Onsen Keiunkan,” Spencer said. “It’s a ryokan, which is a traditional Japanese-style inn, and was first opened in 707 AD.”

You smiled. “Oh, yeah?” Sitting up, you looked up at him with a genuine interest that always made him falter his words.

He cleared his throat. “Um, yeah, it was created by the son of an aide to the 38th Emperor of Japan, Emperor Tenji. Actually, quite a few of the world’s oldest businesses are in Japan. There was a report published by the Bank of Korea that found that 56% of the around 5,500 companies older than 200 years are in Japan.”

“Damn,” you said, still smiling. “Well now I want to go to Japan.”

Spencer chuckled, averting his gaze. His rambles were typically met with disinterest, yet you were one of the few who would properly pay attention. You too were prone to rambling, though your tangents tended to be more anecdotal than random facts. But why now was your attention so nerve-wracking?

“Spencer?” Your voice once again pulled him from his thoughts.

“Yeah?”

“Are you okay?” you finally asked, frowning at him. “You’ve been really space-y today.”

“I’m fine!” His voice rising in octave definitely didn’t sell it. “I’m just… tired.”

He gave her a tight smile, hoping you’d drop it. He busied himself with setting his go-bag onto his bed.

“Do you think I’m weird?”

That caught his tension.

“What?” Spencer stared at you, concern that you’d ever think that overruling his current dilemma. “What are you talking about, you’re not weird you’re- you’re you-” He cut himself off as you laughed.

“Spencer, I’m in my 20s and I haven’t had my first kiss. That’s pretty weird, isn’t it?”

He blinked. “I didn’t have my first kiss until my 20s.” he pointed out.

“Yeah, because you were, like, twelve in your senior year. It would have been illegal to kiss you,” you said, amused. “I think I’ve only ever held hands with one person all through school.” Your smile faded a little as you fidgeted with your sleeve. “I guess I always expected dating and romance would just happen, like in the movies, and it never really did.”

“Well, in the US, the average age of the first kiss is fifteen, but even that varies between regions.” Upon realising his comment wasn’t helpful in the slightest, he back-tracked. “But everyone has their own timeline. Don’t beat yourself up about it.”

You sighed, standing up. He could tell now that despite your casual tone on the tarmac earlier, it really did seem to bother you. Something about the melancholy look on your face stung something deep in him.

“Thanks, Spencer,” you said softly. “I’m going to go shower.”

The Seattle Police Precinct was a buzz of activity – the media had been all over the murders since a sixth body had been discovered, which was why the BAU had been called in. As Penelope had explained in the briefing, so far the unsub had killed six women over the course of two and half months. All six victims were women in their 40s, who all went missing a few days before their bodies were found in empty lots, significant amounts of rainwater in their lungs. With no other injuries on the bodies, it had been difficult to determine a clear motive.

Upon arriving at the precinct, Hotch set about delegating tasks so the team could build a profile. Spencer was strangely relieved when Hotch sent him to the medical examiner with Morgan. It wasn’t that he didn’t like working with you, but your comments had stuck with him more than they should for someone he saw as a friend, and he knew the longer he spent around you, he’d likely make a fool of himself.

The ME went over the autopsies with them, noting some of the interesting findings.

“So, it appears the victims spent a significant amount of time in water before they died,” she said, frowning at her clipboard.

“How can you tell?” Morgan asked.

She walked over to one of the tables, lifting the sheet covering the most recent victim, pointing at her arm. “See how the skin is thickened here, and the sores? She must have been in the water for good while, for the skin to do this. They all were.” The ME crossed the room to pick up a tray, bringing it over to show the two men a cutting of fabric. “The clothes they were wearing were beginning to mould, which can happen with water damage. These women were fully submerged for days before they died.”

“And you can confirm they died from drowning?”

“It’s quite difficult to determine if drowning is the official cause of death,” The ME replied. “But given how much water was in their stomachs and lungs, and the foam present, I’d say so.” She grimaced as she read through her notes. “It certainly wasn’t done quickly either.”

Morgan frowned. “This is similar to the case in Oregon, at that manor.” He paused, glancing at Spencer. “Reid,” he nudged him. “You good?”

“What? Oh- yeah, I’m fine.” Spencer stuttered, very aware he wasn’t convincing his colleague in the slightest. “The case in Oregon?”

“The way the victims were submerged in water, it’s similar. Do you think this unsub is also torturing?”

Spencer forced himself to focus, frowning at the body in front of him. “It seems it serves as both a way to torture, and to kill. The Oregon ones were killed with nicotine poisoning.”

“I also noticed something else,” the ME spoke up. “I found bits of rust stuck to their hands.” She moved the sheet, turning the victim’s hand over. Flakes of deep orange speckled the skin of her palm, which was reddened and raw. “I think they were holding onto something for quite a while, something metal.”

“Didn’t the Oregon unsub submerge the girls in a well?” Morgan said. “Perhaps we’re dealing with a copy-cat.”

Spencer shook his head. “Those details weren’t released to the press, it can’t be. Besides, if they had, they would have the grazes on their bodies from the rocks of the well, wouldn’t they?”

The ME nodded. “Aside from the hands, they’re relatively unharmed. That, and a bruise to the back of the head.”

Morgan nodded, putting the pieces together. “So the unsub hits them over the head to stun them, takes them somewhere and keeps them in a body of rainwater until they’ve drowned and dumps them in lots?”

“He’s gotten better, clearly,” the ME mentioned. “The first two victims had multiple wounds to the head, whereas the more recent ones only had one.”

“So,” Morgan said, seemingly talking to himself. “How long until he attacks again?”

Spencer leaned against the car, trying to read while Morgan phoned Penelope to update her on the unsub’s MO. Emphasis on trying. He’d been re-reading the same page over and over, and when one can read at his speed, it got repetitive rather quickly.

“- great job, baby girl, keep it up,” Morgan was saying as he returned to the car, putting his phone away. “So, Penelope is going to look into places where the unsub might have been able to keep the women, but that could be anywhere-”

“Ow!” Spencer looked up, offended, having just been flicked in the forehead. “What was that for?”

“You’ve been acting weird all day,” Morgan stated, eyeing the younger man. “More than your usual weird. What’s going on?”

Spencer rolled his eyes, looking back down at his book, only for it to be snatched from his hands. “Hey, give that back-”

“Not until you tell me what’s up,” Morgan’s voice was serious, using a similar tone Spencer had heard him use with his sisters. Firm but compassionate. “It’s pretty obvious something is wrong.”

Spencer’s shoulders sagged, and he let out a huff of frustration. “If I knew, I would tell you,” he grumbled, hesitating before he continued. “I- Y/N told me this morning that she’s never been kissed, and I can’t stop thinking about it-”

He was interrupted by Morgan’s hearty laughter. “That’s it?”

Spencer stumbled over his words, his face flushed. “It doesn’t mean anything, I’m not-”

“Pretty boy has a crush~” Morgan teased, the smirk on his face not shifting, even as Spencer smacked his forearm to get him to shut up.

“What? No, that’s ridiculous!” he snapped. “She’s my co-worker, my friend! I just-”

“Realised how much you’d like to be the one to kiss her?” Morgan finished for him, getting into the car. “Did you only just come to this conclusion today?”

Spencer scowled, climbing into the passenger seat. “What are you talking about?”

“Reid, you’ve been ogling her since she first started working here,” Morgan pointed out. “I know we’re not meant to profile each other, but it’s textbook-”

“You have no clue what you’re talking about! We’re just friends!”

Morgan chuckled. “If you say so. But, if you ask me, I don’t think she’d be too opposed if you asked her.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Infuriatingly, Morgan chose then to finally fall silent.

You couldn’t understand what you’d done wrong. It had been two days since the team had arrived in Seattle, and Spencer was 100% avoiding you. He averted his eyes every time you spoke, made excuses to leave the room when it was just the two of you together, and barely spoke when you finally returned to the hotel to rest. Surely he wasn’t put off by what you’d told him at the airport?

When you’d said you were saving your first kiss to be in the rain, you were only half lying. A kiss in the rain would be romantic, but you desperately wanted it to be with him. It had been a little over a year since you joined the BAU, and you’d spent practically every day since then head over heels for Dr. Spencer Reid.

Who wouldn’t? He was your type in every way – nerdy, awkward and ridiculously good-looking.

So far, you’d managed to keep it hidden from most of the team, save for Emily, JJ and Penelope. Curse those women for being so good at their jobs. And curse them for teasing you every chance they got.

“What are you looking at?”

Speak of the devil, and doth shall appear, looking exactly like Emily Prentiss. She set a coffee down next to you, choosing to lean against the table rather than sit, giving you a knowing grin.

You quickly looked back down at the files in your hands. “Nothing,” you mumbled, convincing no one.

“Honestly, you are lucky the boy genius is the most oblivious man in the world,” Emily said, frowning at Spencer, who was discussing the case with Rossi and JJ. “I’m surprised he hasn’t caught on yet.”

“Would you keep it down?” you hissed, swatting her with a file. “I don’t want the entire precinct to know.”

She cackled, nudging you with her leg. “I figured you could do with a push in the right direction,” Leaning down, she lowered her voice. “That direction being a certain doctor’s bed-”

“Emily!”

“I’m just putting it out there, you should go talk to him,” She stood up to avoid any more file assaults. “You can’t avoid him forever.”

Fortunately, the lecture was interrupted by Hotch walking into the room, a particularly stormy look on his face. “There’s been another kidnapping,” he said. “Let’s go.”

The team bundled themselves into the cars, heading to east Seattle, where a staggering amount of police cars and media vans were already gathered. Breezing past the officers and into the house, you followed JJ and Emily into the bedroom.

The previous women had all gone missing while at home, all living alone, or when their partners weren’t home. This time, it was clear the victim’s partner had been home. He was laying on the bed, blood splattered everywhere and a pillow covering what was sure to be fatal head wounds.

“Monique Johnson is currently missing, the neighbour found this after hearing their dog barking inside.” Hotch said as he followed in behind you.

“Clearly the unsub didn’t expect the boyfriend to be home,” JJ muttered. “This is overkill, he lost his cool.”

Hotch nodded. “We need to give the profile.”

“We believe the unsub is a white man, likely in his 30s. He’s not very noticeable, blends in with the crowd,” Hotch began, arms crossed as he presents the profile to the Seattle Police. “Given how he manages to break into the victims’ houses with little to no trouble, it’s possible he has experience with burglary, and may have a criminal record.”

“The victims all resemble each other physically, and in personality,” JJ continued. “It’s possible the unsub is viewing these women as surrogates for someone in his life, possible a sister, or a mother, given the lack of sexual components to the crimes.”

“We’ve classified him as a control-oriented killer,” Morgan picked up. “The method in which he drowns his victims over a gruelling multiple days is his way of being in control. Though he is very intelligent, and manages to limit any physical evidence left behind on the victims, he clearly struggles when plans don’t go his way.”

“The most recent victim is Darius Bowers, 47,” you spoke up. “He was killed during the abduction of his girlfriend, Monique Johnson. This is the first time the unsub has killed a man, and it is very clear it wasn’t meant to happen.”

“He knows we are getting close, which means we only have a limited time to find Monique alive.” Hotch concluded.

As the officers dispersed, you breathed a sigh of relief. Delivering profiles was nerve-wracking, but it was good to know you were on the right track.

“What are you- hey!” Spencer’s voice shot up an octave as you grabbed him by the sleeve, all but dragging him into a nearby hallway. He looked as if he were caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.

“Have I done something wrong?” you asked, trying and failing not to sound desperate. The reality was the distance hurt, more than you could admit. “You’ve been avoiding me this entire case, and it’s clear I’ve upset you, which is the last thing I wanted, so would you please just spit it out?”

Spencer stood there, opening and closing his mouth like a fish, utterly speechless. Then, slowly, a deep red flush crept up his neck and he cleared his throat.

“I- I don’t know.”

It was rare to hear that phrase from him.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s- You haven’t done anything wrong, I just-” He was stuttering, eyes directed towards some far off thing as he struggled to explain himself. “I think I’ve come to realise how much you care about me, and-”

“Guys, it’s Penelope.” JJ said sharply, peeking around the wall.

You let out a huff of frustration, storming after the blonde woman, leaving Spencer nonplussed and red in the face.

The team huddled around the table, where Morgan’s phone on speaker in the middle, playing the upbeat voice of Penelope Garcia.

“Alright my lovelies, so I have been fighting tooth and nail with these files, trying to find a link between the victims and let me just say, it would be easier to get Hotch to smile, it is difficult-”

“Garcia-” Hotch’s tone was warning.

“Sorry sir,” she quickly added. “I think I’ve found something. Weeks before Janet Burgess, the second victim, went missing, she payed a fee for a lawn service through Green City Lawn Care-”

“Isn’t that where Monique Johnson works?” Spencer piped up, frowning.

“Why indeed, boy genius, and get this, Danna Howell, the fifth victim also had her lawn mowed by the same company!” Before anyone else could interrupt, she continued. “Now, you’re probably thinking that it’s just a coincidence, but the universe is rarely so lazy, so, I dug a bit further and found out that all the victims at some point used the service in the past six months, and three of them left quite scathing reviews of the company.”

“That’s great, baby girl, but we both know you can do better,” Morgan teased.

“I was getting there, chocolate thunder-”

“Garcia-” Hotch warned, a little more impatient.

“Sorry sir, so I went through employee records and just seven months ago they hired a Tristan Murray, who has only just completed 15 years in prison.”

“What for?” Emily asked.

“I’m not-so glad you asked,” Penelope said, her cheery voice becoming more grim. “Burglary that ended with assault of the homeowner.” A rapid sound of typing was heard. “Looks like he had quite a nasty childhood, his biological mother was only 16 when she had him, and put him into the foster system. He got with the wrong crowd, spent time in and out of juvy, and oh god-”

“What?”

“Apparently he was arrested for the burglary charges when police were called to a cafe for a verbal altercation between 19 year old Tristan and his biological mother. Police reports say she came there to meet with him and he wanted to have her in his life but she didn’t, and this made him very angry.”

“Where is his mother now?” Rossi asked.

“Uh, it looks like she is still in Seattle but- oh no- she got a restraining order against him just recently.”

“That’s the trigger,” Hotch said. “Alright, Reid, L/N, Morgan, you take officers to Green City, JJ and Emily head to the mother’s place and Rossi and I’ll go to the unsub’s house.”

Green City Lawn Care was a run-of-the-mill lawn care company, nestled in a mostly suburban part of Seattle. The sky was a deep grey, not yet raining but clearly it would soon, if the rumbling thunder was any indication.

Spencer couldn’t say a word to you, his mind still reeling from your earlier confrontation. As he strapped on his bulletproof vest, he snuck a glance in your direction, and when his heart jumped at the focus in your expression, he felt yet another wave of confusion.

Following his conversation with Morgan, he’d been going over every memory of you in his mind, analysing your behaviour and he’d come to the shocking realisation that maybe his colleague was right.

The shy smiles, a kind tone reserved only for him, flinching when your hands brushed and the occasional flush to your face when you spoke to him. While Spencer knew he was blind to subtle social cues, re-examining all those behaviours were blatant indicators of at least some level of affection beyond a platonic line.

Had he only missed it because he couldn’t imagine you – or anyone, for that matter – seeing him in that light? Or was Morgan also correct about him? Had he been so caught up in watching you he hadn’t actually seen you?

Observing the way you frowned as you buckled the clips of your vest, the variety of your expressions flashed in his mind, your smile, your laugh, your pout, it all burned itself behind his eyes, causing some unknown feeling to bubble in his chest, threatening to burst free.

“Ready to go?” Morgan asked the both of you, adjusting his earpiece.

You nodded, and he turned away to check on the Seattle officers.

Spencer opened his mouth, your name on the tip of his tongue, and as you made to walk towards the building, his hand shot out, grabbing your wrist.

The sky above rumbled, and a few drops of rain hit his shoulders, darkening the fabric.

“Listen, I need to-” he began, unsure of exactly how to explain his feelings, but knew he had to tell you, before it consumed him.

You stared up at him, conflict crossing your face as Morgan called the two of you. Giving him a brief smile, you gently pulled your arm from his grip.

“After, alright?” you said.

When did you become able to so easily steal the air from his lungs?

“Reid, come on.” Morgan said, frowning.

The three of you took the lead, crossing the car-park towards Green City Lawn Care as a few officers brought up the rear. Guns ready, Morgan paused outside the front door, directing some officers to go around the back, before nodding at you and then Spencer.

The door chime jingled as Morgan walked in, body tense as he directed the baffled receptionist to head outside, asking him if Murray was in.

“He- He just came by, said he was grabbing supplies-” the man babbled, pale in the face of three armed FBI agents. “What’s this about?”

“Let’s go,” Morgan ordered, ignoring his questions, taking the lead as he jumped over the counter, gun ready as he opened the door to the back supply room.

The three of you filed into a large garage, which held a few lawnmowers, and various other lawn care equipment.

“You two, take that side.”

Spencer followed as you crept around the right side of the garage. There was a clatter of something hitting the floor, before the face of a man poked up between the machinery.

“Tristan Murray?” you called out, pointing your gun at him. “We just need to talk!”

The man didn’t hesitate to bolt, and Spencer’s heartbeat thrummed faster as the two of you chased after him, Morgan a ways behind, radioing for back-up.

Running to the back door of the garage, the man dashed outside, disappearing around a corner. Without a second thought, you ran after him, and Spencer couldn’t stop himself from sprinting after to you. He could see the figure of the man darting down a side street, which lead to what appeared to be an abandoned construction site.

The rain was heavier now, blurring Spencer’s vision as he watched you slide between the gates, running straight into the site. He somewhat clumsily stumbled into the gate, pulling it open, while trying to keep you in his line of vision.

Morgan had caught up by now, the two of them squeezing through the gates into the site. It was clearly meant to be a building, but hadn’t been touched in a while. The pelting rain soaked the dull grey concrete foundation blocks as the two men squinted through the downpour.

“Where’s L/N?” Morgan shouted.

“She went after him, I-” Spencer tried to catch his breath, his lungs burning.

“Murray, this isn’t going to change anything!” Your shout caught their attention, but the following cry of pain chilled Spencer to the core.

Sprinting in the direction of the scuffle, he found Murray on top of you, a metal pipe pressing against your throat.

Before he could really process what he was doing, he grabbed Murray, pulling him off you, managing to take the man by surprise long enough for Morgan to catch up.

“I’ve got him!” he shouted, tackling the man to the ground, silver handcuffs already being clipped around his wrists.

Spencer whipped around to you. You were on your feet, muddy and a bright red streak of blood coating your right arm, running down your hand.

“Spencer, she has to be here!” you said urgently, looking around. “He ran here for a reason, this is where Monique is!”

“Where is she?” Morgan shouted at Murray, hauling him to his feet.

The man bit his tongue, angrily glowering at them all, still attempting to struggle against Morgan.

Your eyes darted from foundation block to sodden wooden pallet. And then you ran off.

“I’ve got this, go after her!” Morgan said.

Spencer was already chasing after you, as you jumped down, following the gutter down some slippery wet grass to where a large storm-water drain sat.

“She’s here!” You shouted, already pulling against the metal bars. Spencer all but stumbled down beside you.

A woman was in the drain, gripping on to the bars with all her strength, the rushing water from the pipes bubbling over her face. “Help me lift this!”

Spencer nodded, grabbing one end of the grate, and the two of you managed to lift it just enough so you could grab Monique’s shirt, dragging her out of the drain.

She was pale and barely conscious, but thankfully coughing up water. You held her shoulder as she heaved, relief clear on your face.

“Your arm-” Spencer said, heart rate slowly ticking down to a normal rhythm.

It was as if you barely noticed the wound. “I cut my arm when he tackled me,” you wheezed. “I’m fine. Are you okay?”

Something about you, covered in mud and blood, your cheeks flushed from the exertion, asking if he was okay, confirmed what he’d been questioning all along.

Despite their victory, the rain didn’t let up by much. Spencer was positive he looked ridiculous, soaked to the bone, but he didn’t care. He walked over to one of the ambulances, where an EMT was stitching up the cut to your arm. It looked pretty nasty, but without the blood dripping everywhere, it was certainly improving.

You glanced up as he approached, giving him a tired smile.

“You okay?” he said, as the EMT finished covering the wound, excusing herself.

“I’ll survive,” you replied, examining the wound. “Might get a cool scar. It’ll make me look more badass.”

Spencer chuckled. The two of you looked around at the scene, blue and red lights reflecting off the rain. Monique was being wheeled away in a stretcher.

“Hotch is going to be so mad at me,” you muttered. “I shouldn’t have gone after him alone.”

Spencer shook his head. “I’ll vouch for you. If you hadn’t, Monique would’ve drowned.”

You nodded, but your expression was bitter. “She’s about to find out her boyfriend is dead,” you mumbled. “I can’t imagine anything worse.”

Standing up, you sighed, tilting your head up as the rain soaked your clothes once more. In contrast to how calm you’d been on the tarmac, your face was melancholy.

“You were right,” you said, dejected despite the success of the case. “The rain isn’t that romantic afterall.”

Spencer looked down at you, then up at the sky. The events of the past few days replayed in his mind, and the revelations that had come with matched the steady rhythm of his heart. He reached out, almost imperceptibly, letting his hand brush against yours.

“It’s beginning to grow on me,” he said softly, glancing back down at you, his lips twitching up into a small smile. “Thanks to you,” he added, and when you linked your hand with his, he tried not to let it show how breathless the action made him.

Your smile was nothing short of beautiful.

As if sensing the troubles were passing, the rain lightened up as the team returned to the precinct to wrap up the case, and then headed to the hotel. Cases like these always seemed to drag on when you’re in the thick of them, but the moment you’re done, you swear no time has passed.

Spencer headed out of the hotel, spotting the brightly coloured umbrella you’d brought before he saw you, standing in the rain. Your go-bag was on the steps of the hotel, sheltered from the light downpour.

He walked up to you, gently tapping the fabric of the umbrella so you’d lift it up for him to duck under. “Is your arm any better?” he asked after a moment.

“It stings a bit,” you replied. “I’m fine, though.” There was something in your voice that told Spencer you weren’t.

“I know it doesn’t seem like it, but we did good,” he said softly. “You did good.”

“Why do people do things like this, Spencer?” you asked quietly.

“Do you want the statistics?”

You huffed a small laugh, leaning into him a bit. “Yes.”

“Humans are, and have always been a naturally violent species out of all the mammals,” he said. “Studies show that in most mammals, deaths caused by others of the same species accounts for 0.3 percent of deaths, and typically the reasons are practical; food, territory, et cetera. The rate of lethal violence in humans is almost seven times higher,” Spencer couldn’t resist gesturing with his hands as he spoke. “We kill not just for those reasons, but for seemingly insignificant or even perceived transgressions. Anger is particularly potent, and it makes us do terrible things. Combining that with an often hostile and intolerant society, it makes us predisposed to kill.”

“We’re kind of awful, aren’t we?” you said bitterly.

Spencer nodded slowly, glancing at you. “Some more than others. Some less. If its any consolation-” he hesitated for a full 30 seconds of rain before continuing. “You’re one of the least awful, in my opinion.”

He loved the way your smile grew, gradually reaching your eyes and filling his chest with warmth.

“Thanks,” you said genuinely. “For making this case a little less awful.”

“I’d like to make it not awful at all, if you’d let me.”

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Wordlessly, Spencer reached up, taking the umbrella from your hand and closing it. Gently dropping it by your bag, he took your hands, leading the both of you properly out into the rain. You stared at him, and something clicked, your smile faltering in favour of a more surprised expression.

Spencer tentatively touched your cheek with one hand, fingers barely grazing the skin, as if he was scared you might shatter.

“May I?” he asked, his cheeks going pink at how his voice cracked.

Your small nod was all he needed. Spencer leaned down, his other hand drifting up to cup your jaw with more confidence as he pressed his lips to yours. He kissed with intent, he always did. He couldn’t help it, using the kiss as a way to almost press the words he wanted to say into you.

You let out a muffled squeak of surprise, tilting your head back as your hands found the slightly damp fabric of his cardigan. You kissed back, clumsy and inexperienced, but neither of you cared. The rain was chilly, you both knew you’d be uncomfortably damp for the flight home, but those were small prices to pay for a moment that Spencer realised you’d been right about.

Kissing in the rain was indeed, very romantic. It was romantic in how despite knowing that your clothes were getting wet, your hair was ruined and you were shivering slightly from the cold, all you wanted was the moment to drag on forever.

Finally, you were the first to pull back, grinning up at Spencer with bright eyes and a wide smile, cheeks flushed. You were both vaguely aware the others were watching, Emily and Morgan snickering to each other in your peripheral, but it didn’t matter.

Spencer Reid couldn’t stand the rain. His hair was hard enough to keep presentable when dry, and he knew in this moment he probably resembled a soggy cat. However, for you, he’d gladly make an exception.

thank you for reading <33

[bewildered-buck]

okay i've been waiting to put my thoughts into words but trust me i'm having them

first off, people closing on buddie after 8.18? how!? like i understand but also throwing in the towel when we're this close is wild to me. i get that it feels like we've been queer baited for years and i would argue that yes, fox queerbaited y'all (i didn't start watching until august after spending years absorbing the fandom through tumblr posts and tiktok clips). fox played the buddie aspects while never planning on making them canon after their bid failed in s4.

that said, abc is a new network. s7 was cut short because of the strike which dis-regulated the pacing and s8 was off because of that but we cannot ignore the strides they have made since taking over the show. here is an incomplete list of moments that have me doubling down on buddie s9

buck is canonically queer and dated a man

that man was shocked that buck was trying to get his attention (implications being buck was trying to get eddie's attention)

that man broke up with buck because he "knew" he wouldn't be buck's "last" (implications again being eddie would be)

eddie moved away which buck supported 1000% because he loves chris and knows it was right for eddie. yes he had his RSD spiral when he was trying to ruin eddie's plans but he worked through it and supported him unconditionally, even giving up his loft—the first place he lived on his own feeling truly at home—in order to sublet from eddie

when that man found out eddie was gone, he hooked up with buck and was ready to move in and build a life with buck which tells us for certain that the reason he broke up with buck is he knew eddie was a threat

"now that the competition is out of the way" you're telling me you forgot that? they lined eddie up as "the competition" and have him move back to LA at the end of the season. they introduced the idea of eddie as buck's love interest canonically and you're closing??

"it's not nothing"

"i hope you know; you do matter to me"

"are you?" "in love with eddie?" another setup to eddie as buck's love interest

"i don't have to sleep with everyone i have feelings for and i don't have to have feelings for everyone i sleep with" which is buck admitting he has feelings for eddie (and not for that man)

eddie going to the airport and buck assuming he's been left again only for eddie to not only return but to bring his entire family (well the good ones at least) to buck to apologize for taking his anger out on him?

eddie saying "if bobby taught me anything, it's that we always have a choice" in the same season that he was told to choose joy for himself?

buck's reaction to eddie's voice on the radio?

THAT LOOK!? the one on the parking garage rooftop? yes we have gotten the characters looking at each other that way before but this was edited to bring our attention to it. to bring the general audience's attention to it. the music swell? the fact that eddie didn't see ravi coming to hug him? the fact that buck didn't even try to assist everyone helping him get the rigging off because he was too busy being enamored by eddie's very presence?

the fact that eddie claims his plan was inspired by what buck would do? lining them up as being more and more alike? a season after buck's coming out?

then there's the press of it all. i know this feels like queerbaiting after waiting so damn long to get anything canonical but i would like to posit that it's simply ship baiting until proven otherwise. what i mean by that is that we cannot officially call it queer baiting until the story is over. if the show ends without them ever dating, it will have been queer baiting but i don't believe that's the direction we're going. they have finally unlocked the buddie content in interviews. they're being allowed to talk about it. that's big. and they're doing the same press they would do with a straight couple that's in the same situation

i wholeheartedly believe that we're on the precipice of watching their relationship grow slowly and authentically. we didn't get an explosive prideful Moment of Realization but i would argue that's better. if we got that moment, all the firsts and relationship growth would happen in the hiatus and we wouldn't see it. this way we get a true will they/won't they dynamic given the same respect (and disrespect) as a straight relationship on network tv

ultimately i cannot tell you how to feel. i can't tell you not to quit but i will remind you what fandom is supposed to be; it's supposed to be a space to double down on the love of something. it's meant to be fun and joyful and so i'm choosing to love what we do have instead of being angry and hurt by what we didn't get. i have big hopes for the show but i at the same time will be okay with most anything they give us because i want to hold onto the joy and community that this show has given me

side notes:

weird plots that were dropped through the season like the bottle of champagne that man put in the freezer? that should come back at some point and if it doesn't i'm rioting. they had the opportunity for buck to bring it out when tia pepa and chris showed up so he could celebrate eddie's job offer which would have been wholesome and sweet (and a redirect of that man's plans with buck to buck's support of eddie would have been beautiful) but maybe it will come up in s9

buck pulling that man out through the wardrobe (closet) instead of pick it up off him (which wouldn't be hard for him, i could pick that wardrobe up)

i also have Thoughts on bobby being alive but that will have to be it's own post

also yes i am pissed at oliver for the fake script. that was bullshit and he owes an apology

[thelikesofus]

Buddie Fic Recs

This is my 5th Buddie Rec List! I started compiling this list last April and omg looking back through them now I desperately need to reread them all. Highly recommend all of these fics, also please show the authors some love in their comments xx Happy Easter lovelies <3 REMINDER TO CHECK THE TAGS AND TRIGGER WARNINGS

where our eyes are never closing by @rewritetheending | T | 6k

After the lightning strike, Buck asks Eddie to take candid photos of him to help prove to Buck that he still exists. Absolute PEAK Softness. Buck through Eddie's eyes! I was a mushy puddle by the end. 10/10 would recommend. 

i got all my sisters with me by @useramor | T | 6k

Established relationship Buddie. Eddie’s sister has a baby and they travel down to Texas to meet the baby. DIAZ SIBLINGS UNITE! Seriously though the sibling dynamic in this is off the charts and Buck and Eddie are sickeningly in love, it is quite beautiful.

meet me where the tide comes in by @iinryer | G | 4k

A 3+1 fic about Eddie getting kissed on the head. FOREHEAD KISSES PTSD MORE HEAD KISSES AND BOYS IN LOVE!! Need I say anything more??

The one where Buck gets turned into a dog by @911onabc | G | 9k

Law Suit era BUT WAIT WAIT….DOG BUCK!! I am a sucker for fic where one of them gets turned into an animal. They are much more free with their affection when they think it's just a dog, or just a cat, and the bond between Eddie and "Boy" is so so wonderful. And I do love a happy ending xx

can't do this anymore (do it anyway) by @chronicowboy | T | 2k

Short and sweet but GOD this packs a punch. Eddie starts dating after the lightning strike and Buck is feeling Big Bad about it. He is so sad it truly breaks my heart but all works itself out in the end and Eddie proves Buck’s fears wrong.

We Found Each Other (Over There)  by @thekristen999 | T | 46k

Buddie WWII AU. A combat medic and a G.I. meet during one of the world’s greatest battles. This fic is a legitimate masterpiece. I cannot describe to you the quality of this fic because it is beyond words but I will tell you I stayed up until 3:30 am to finish it in one sitting and was left broken but made so so whole again. 

the mortifying ordeal of being known by @the-amber-raven | G | 60k

AU where Bobby is Buck’s adoptive Dad and Eddie is dating Buck but Eddie and Bobby think they are talking about two different people. Buck is training at the fire academy but hiding it from Bobby. This fic is the most beautiful tangle of miscommunication, love and family. 

like all good things are by @try-set-me-on-fire | T | 7k

Perfect, amazing, soul-destroying, magical, healing Fic. This literally covers all the bases. Chim and Bobby both get injured. OH! and Buck and Eddie were secretly dating all along. READ THIS FIC PEEPS!

find a way to you (if it kills me) by @eddiediazes  | M | 19k

The one where Eddie decides to start dating again, Buck figures out his own feelings just a minute too late, and then he spends a week going through the five stages of grief. BUCK PINING LV.10000000!

and i’d choose you (in a hundred lifetimes) by @monsterrae1 | E | 16k

Amnesia Exes fic by the wonderful Rae. Buck and Eddie fall in love via a penpal program and then Buck vanishes. This fic is set four years later. I literally could not put it down. I was reading it in class and then sat in my car for who knows how long just to finish it because I could not continue my day without knowing how it ended.

he never thinks of me (except when i'm on TV) by @loserdiaz | M | 18k 

APRIL'S FAMOUS!BUCK AND ARMY!EDDIE FIC!! In which Eddie finds out years later that his unrequited feelings for his high school best friend were not actually unrequited, Buck is stupidly famous now and they pine. OH THEY PINNNEEEEE! It’s delicious. 

every time we stop talking (the universe starts screaming) by @chronicowboy | M | 21k 

Alternative S7, Buddie Divorce Era Pt.2. Buck does something reckless and Eddie gets angry about it but these boys cannot communicate effectively to save their lives! This fic is peak angst to a happy ending and I felt like I had a hole in my chest OMG.

left your mark on this heart by @chronicowboy | G | 5k

Buck gets medically diagnosed with butterflies and the doctor makes him write in a notebook every time it happens. Surprise, surprise, the cause and effect is Eddie-related. The notebook entries kill me in the best way, the happiest happy ending

ALSO, YES THIS IS THE THIRD FIC BY THE SAME AUTHOR ON THIS LIST WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT?? READ IT IS WHAT! COS THEY'RE SO DAMN GOOD. 

endless numbered days by @cal-daisies-and-briars | G | 13k 

Buck and Eddie's wedding but from Bobby's POV as Bobby reflects on the family he lost and the one he gained. Absolutely beautiful, I cried.

don’t wanna let you love somebody else but me by @shitouttabuck | T | 14k

Chris wants dating advice so obviously Buck and Eddie decide to Fake Date for research purposes. This fic is PEAK adorable, sappy, and awkward Buddie. They’re idiots but we love them and the certainly love each other. READ THIS FIC!