#ilysm you have no idea

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I think about this fic at least once a day.

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Hung the Moon (Chapter 4)

Chapter 3 | Masterlist | Chapter 5

Pairings: Steven Grant x f!Reader, Jake Lockley x f!Reader (mention)

Summary: You get to know Steven…

Rating: Explicit 18+

Content: oral sex, face sitting & face riding, p in v

Word count: 4.7K

A/N: No Y/N. This one is practically all smut. Like is there even a plot anymore? (There is, more to come in the future parts)

Tags: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

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A little over two weeks after meeting Steven, you’re at a restaurant waiting for him to arrive for your date. You’re not sure what number this is - you’ve seen him quite a lot over the short time span - but this one is certainly fancier than the others. You’re seated at a table in a trendy, upscale restaurant in Soho. The dining room has an intimate feel to it with long drapes covering the windows and tea lights on every table. You’ve dressed for the occasion, wearing a new dress and heels. You spent more time than you’d like to admit getting ready for Steven tonight.

You’ve seen Steven almost every day since he gave you the tour of campus. You texted him the day after and mentioned that this was your first time in London and you hadn’t gotten to see much. So for your first date he took you sightseeing. He showed you both the quintessential tourist spots as well as gems only a local would know. You walked next to him across a busy town square - he said he was taking you to one of his favorite places in all of London - and you felt like a teenager again wanting to hold his hand but feeling too nervous to. He led you to a bench near the splash fountain where a street performer, dressed and painted in gold from head to toe, sat with his arm extended in front of him. You both sat on the bench for a few minutes, chatting to each other. Steven didn’t explain to you why this spot was a favorite of his, but as you were leaving, he tipped the performer and you thought you saw them exchange a look, though the performer stayed perfectly still. Later, when you were taking in the view on Tower Bridge, he kissed you for the second time. It was a good, proper kiss, like he had been thinking about it for awhile, like he meant it. And when the kiss was over, you grabbed him by the shirt and kissed him more. He didn’t seem to mind at all.

For the second date you asked him to grab a drink with you. You met him at a pub just a couple blocks from where you’re staying, and both of you each nursed one beer though you stayed and talked for hours. He walked you back to your hotel after. In the empty lobby waiting for your elevator, you and Steven wrapped your arms around each other and made out until you were interrupted by another guest’s arrival. You invited Steven up to your room, but he declined, wishing you a good night.

For the third, he invited you to get lunch with him near campus since he had met with his advisor that morning. Afterward, you went back to his place for tea. While Steven was filling the kettle, you noticed, with some amusement, that the sand and ankle restraint had disappeared. You wondered if he had cleaned up because he was planning to have you over. It was odd being here, as if for the first time, as if you hadn’t combed over it not even a month ago. But you occupied yourself with looking over the shelves and the books on them as he fixed the tea. You bent over to look in the tank and told him you liked his fish. He came up to you and said, “I used to just have the one, but I thought he was probably lonely.” As soon as you stood up, he leaned in and kissed you. You didn’t miss a beat, throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him back. You and Steven spent the rest of the afternoon dry humping on the couch, fully clothed, but desperately trying to kiss every inch of exposed skin, while your tea, forgotten, cooled on the counter.

Since then, you’ve been over to his a few times to watch a movie after grabbing a bite. Each time you’ve ended up on top of him or underneath him on that damn couch but never further than that.

Being with Steven almost makes you forget what you’re really in London for. You haven’t made much headway with him despite it being easy to get him to talk about archaeology and artifacts. That’s because when you ask him if he’s been to any dig sites, he gets surprisingly tight-lipped. You’re running out of angles to try and losing hope that he’ll be able to help you. But, you’ve told your boss that you’re following a promising lead and asked for more time. Your boss made it clear this is your last chance. You know if you don’t deliver soon, they’ll come for you again. Or worse.

You wish you could ask Jake for some advice, but you haven’t seen him since he brought you to your new hotel and kissed you goodbye at your door. You find yourself checking your phone every chance you get, but he has gone completely silent. This has given you more time with Steven, but you really miss him. You’ve been texting him every morning when you wake up and every night before you go to sleep.

You put away your phone as Steven arrives, rushing over to your table. The apologies start before he’s even close enough for you to hear and they are tumbling out of his mouth by the time he sits down. “I am so, so sorry I’m late. I’m such a wanker. I can’t believe you’re still here.”

“It’s really not a big deal. I haven’t been waiting long.” It’s actually been about 30 minutes, but you’d wait a lot longer for Steven.

“Really?” he asks you, half worried, half hopeful.

You nod. “Yeah.”

“I sort of, uh, sort of, just, lost track of time. Oh, that sounds awful. I dunno what to say.”

“Steven, it’s fine, I promise.” Somehow, you get the idea that Marc’s to blame for Steven being late.

He’s still catching his breath when his eyes roam over you. “Oi, you look lovely.” His eyes linger momentarily over the low-cut neckline of your dress.

“Thank you.” He doesn’t look too bad himself. He’s wearing a crisp, black button down and he’s freshly shaved.

He suddenly rises from his seat, saying, “Bollocks, I forgot your flowers.”

He makes as if to go and you stop him, saying, “Steven. Steven, it’s ok. Sit down.”

He does but it still seems like at any moment he’s going to go fetch them. You grin at him and ask in a coquettish voice, “You got me flowers?”

“Yeah, but like a twat I left them back at the flat.”

“Well, I guess you’re just going to have to take me there after dinner to show me,” you say and you give him the eyes.

He blushes, but before he can respond to that your waiter comes by to take your order, and the moment passes.

You have a wonderful dinner, but he seems a bit more nervous than usual. Just little things. You touch his hand while he’s telling a story and he loses his train of thought. You make a suggestive joke and he blushes and stammers a response.

After dinner Steven invites you back to his place…to see the flowers, of course. They’re the first thing you see when he opens the door, right there sitting on the table. It’s a large bouquet of a variety of flowers, overflowing with color.

“I didn’t know what your favorite was, so I got one of each,” Steven tells you. He hangs his coat up by the door.

“They’re beautiful. Thank you.”

“Should probably get them in some water,” he says absently as he starts to search the kitchen, flowers in hand, opening cabinets. “Now where did those vases go?”

You take off your coat and heels, leaving them by the door. You go up to him and gently turn him toward you, pulling him into a kiss. He drops the flowers on the counter and wraps his arms around your waist. The kiss deepens, your tongues touch and slide over one another. His body bends over yours like it wants to get horizontal.

After the kiss he swallows thickly and seems to be at a loss about what to do next. You take him by the hand and lead him into the rest of the apartment. You’re heading toward the couch, but he stops you. “I was thinking we could, um, try the bed?”

Words fail you. You manage to get out an affirmative, “Mmm. Mmhmm.”

He leads you to the foot of the bed and you stand there in front of each other. You reach up to unbutton his shirt and you look at his face to check if it’s ok. He lets you undo each button and you slide the shirt off his shoulders and he pulls his arms free. You tug his undershirt out of his pants and pull it over his head. You kiss his neck and his chest.

He finds the zipper on your dress and opens it. Then he slides the straps down off your shoulders and your dress slips to the floor. He takes in your body dressed only in your undergarments. You’re wearing a sexy set of shape wear that looks almost like a corset. His face flicks through several expressions ranging from astonishment to lust.

You reach behind you to unhook the top piece and pull it away from your body. Once your bare breasts are exposed, Steven groans, and starts to reach for one but stops himself, looking to you for permission. You take his hand and place it on your breast. “Steven, I want you to touch me,” you tell him.

He kneads your breast with his hand and leans in to kiss you. With your lips on his, you reach for his belt buckle and start to undo it. He abruptly breaks from the kiss, letting go of your tit in the process.

“What? What is it?” you ask.

“It’s just, um,” he starts to say but he doesn’t seem to want to say it. You coax him into it and finally he blurts out, “I’ve been told it’s big…I just thought I should warn you.”

That was so unexpected you’re actually stunned. You can’t figure out how to respond to that and your brain won’t quit focusing on how you’ve started to salivate.

You know you have a huge smile on your face, though, because Steven steps back a little defensively and, with not a small amount of hurt and trepidation, asks you, “What?”

“No, it’s that-” You can’t for the life of you form a coherent thought so you blurt out the first thing. “I’ve been rubbing myself up and down on your massive cock for the past week, I know how big it is.”

“Oh.” He’s a mixture of shock and relief, but that only lasts for a moment before giving way to embarrassment. “Right. That…that makes sense.”

“I have to tell you though,” you say with wicked smile, “you warning me about your size made me wetter than you could know.”

His jaw drops at that and while you have him distracted you gently push him down on the bed. You undo his pants and pull them off over his feet which are still in his socks. You don’t even bother taking his underwear off, instead you shove them down until his cock, semi-hard at this point, is free and you immediately take him in your mouth.

He makes a strangled gasping sound and you pop your head up. “Is this ok?”

He raises his head to look at you. Both eyebrows shoot up and he gives you a “mmhmm” with some vigorous head nodding.

There’s a bead of precum leaking from the tip and you swipe your tongue across it before you go back to worshiping him. He hardens in your mouth which is watering so much that your spit drips down his shaft. You suck and bob and desperately wish you could take him deeper. You think about how you’d like to learn to deep throat on his cock. You only take your mouth off him once - to give his balls some attention, stroking him as you do it - before your greedy mouth returns to taking as much of his cock as you can. You barely register the sounds he’s making - you’re actually not sure whether that’s him or you moaning.

So it takes you a moment to realize he’s gasping out, “Stop! Stop!”

You pull your mouth off him with a pop and ask him what’s wrong. He’s lying there with his eyes squeezed shut and he says, breathless, “I don’t want to cum just yet.”

You watch as he calms himself down. The man is in shambles from the head you gave him and it’s such an amazing feeling, having this effect on him, that you want to find out what else you could do to him to make him react this way. You imagine using the ankle restraint you know he has. Maybe you could overstimulate him or make him beg….

But perhaps that’s better left for another time.

After a minute he sits up. He takes a deep breath and notices his boxer briefs at his thighs. He then sheds the rest of his clothing before turning to you, bliss in his eyes. “That was amazing, in-incredible, really.”

His praise makes you smile.

He picks up your hand and kisses your knuckles. He continues kissing up your arm and asks what you’d like him to do for you.

“I…” You bite your lip. There’s one thing you really want to do, but you just don’t know if he’d be into it.

“Yeah?” He’s still peppering your skin with kisses, and when you don’t answer, he asks you what you want him to do. He asks you again and again until-

It comes out in a rush. “Want-to-ride-your-face.”

You could swear he stops breathing for a moment. His face goes kind of slack and you’re worried you’ve freaked him out or something. You almost tell him to forget it, but he starts nodding.

“Yeah?” you ask him. Your face is scrunched up like you’re not sure he really means it.

But the way he says, “Yeah,” in response, with barely contained desire, dissolves all of your doubt.

He lays back down and you take off your underwear before straddling his face. It’s the first time he’s seen your pussy and it’s a close up. You’re more self-conscious than you though you’d be. But he just moans and pulls you to his mouth. He moves his tongue across your clit and you slap a hand across your mouth because otherwise you’re going to get loud and you don’t want to disturb his neighbors. His tongue and lips feel so good, but you can’t bring yourself to move your hips and you just stay still instead.

After a minute, Steven pushes your hips back enough so he can say, teasingly, “I’m not sure I’d call this riding, love.”

It knocks the breath from you. He immediately puts you back on his face and pushes your hips back and forth to encourage you to hump his face.

You move your hips just a little to start but it takes very little time for you to really get into it. You brace yourself on the bookshelf that acts as a headboard. You swirl your hips and rock them up and down over his mouth, careful not to smother him. On the way up, your clit bumps his nose and you moan from behind your hand. The next time you do it, Steven noses into you while shaking his head ever so slightly from side to side. You have to brace yourself with your other hand too after that. You slide back down to his mouth and his tongue runs over you. You shimmy your hips a bit and then slide up to his nose again. He does the same thing as before, nosing into you. You go back and forth and you can feel yourself start to cum. You try to wriggle off him before cumming, but he holds your thighs in place and finishes you. You’re calling his name by the end of it.

You shift off him, and you’re not sure what to expect. You don’t know what to say. ‘Thank you’ seems inadequate.

He sits up. His chin is drenched. He licks his lips, and says, “That was, um…you know…I thought…” He licks his lips again. Enthusiastically, he says, “Yeah, good. It was really good. What did you think?”

You huff out a sort of incredulous laugh. Pointing at his chin, you say, still a little breathless, “Yeah, clearly I thought it was good.”

“Hmm?” he says. Then he realizes his face is coated with you. “Right. Let me just go-” he cuts off and heads into the bathroom. He returns with a towel, wiping his face as he comes toward the bed.

The mattress dips as he sits down again. He shyly looks over your body and says, “You’re so bloody gorgeous. I can’t believe you want to be with me.”

Before you can tell him he’s insane, he kisses you and your mind goes blank. Your tongues touch and the passion ignites again. You arch into him and wind your fingers through his hair. It’s all heavy breathing, wet kisses and sighs. He nips at your earlobe and kisses your neck.

“Steven? Earlier you said you didn’t want to cum yet…so, uh, how do you want to cum?”

He pulls back and it looks like he’s considering something. Finally he says, “Let me show you.”

He lays you down and grabs a pillow, situating it under your hips. The pool of ache shifts inside you just from that small tilt in your pelvis and you think, Oh, he’s planning to fuck you deep.

Your whole body tingles in anticipation, and nowhere is that more apparent than your tits. Your nipples get rock hard.

Steven reaches over you to the nightstand beside the bed. He pulls a condom from the drawer and puts it on, his tongue between his teeth as he pays attention to what he’s doing.

It’s a weird sensation, surreal even, because you’ve been fucking Jake without one. It feels wrong that Steven doesn’t know that. But you’re also not sure that it’s any of your business. It’s not like you’re the first person Jake’s ever been with. It kind of seems like something they need to figure out as a system.

All of that is wiped from your mind in the next moment, though, because Steven looks up after he’s rolled the condom over his dick, and notices your erect nipples. A small whine escapes from between his lips before he dips his head down, sucking one of your tits in his mouth. His tongue rolls over the sensitive bud and you arch into him, your pussy clenching, impatient to be filled. He does the same for your other tit and when he lifts his head, the wet of his spit left behind feels cool.

He’s on his knees right between your legs, his hard cock just inches from your wet cunt. “Are you ready?” he asks.

“Oh, yeah.”

He grips your hips and pushes forward into you, bit by bit. You have an intrusive thought about grabbing him by the ass and ramming him into you, but you let him do his thing instead.

With your pussy wet and willing, it’s not too long before he’s balls deep in you, and when he is, he leans over top of you, holding himself up by his hands. He reaches down to spread your outer lips apart and he presses his pubic bone right against your clit.

He starts moving his hips, but he doesn’t thrust, exactly. Instead, he sort of rocks and rolls his hips into you. The motion alternately grinds his pubic bone against your clit and presses the head of his dick to your G-spot. Back and forth: clit, G-spot, clit, G-spot. It creates this slow and steady build deep within you. It feels wonderful, but you’re a little worried that it won’t crest.

A bead of sweat drops from his forehead to your neck. His breathing is heavy and his eyes are closed tight in concentration - something about that just makes you feel a rush of affection for him. He moans and it sounds so lovely coming from his lips. Being with him like this fills you up in so many ways. You don’t want to get sentimental right now, but you just can’t help it. You’re falling for Steven, and you’re falling hard.

You wrap your legs around him, the heels of your feet resting on his ass, and you roll and rock your hips with him. He groans and sort of collapses on you, chest to chest, skin to skin. His arms wrap around you underneath, one goes up and cradles the back of your neck, the other goes down to your ass, grabbing as much as he can get into his hand. You didn’t think it possible, but he slips even deeper inside of you, making you whimper.

You thread your fingers through his curls. He kisses your neck, sucking the delicate skin with such need that you’re sure he’s left a mark. He moves over you, kissing you full on the mouth, his lips soft and pliant. You breathe into each other’s mouths as you continue to rock into each other.

You pull his head to the side, exposing his neck and you kiss him there, leaving your mark on him. His lips are about at your ear and you hear him whispering praises in between pants. You’re not even sure he’s aware he’s saying any of it out loud. “…feels like heaven…stay like this forever…so bloody gorgeous…”

He’s completely lost in you. And it’s sort of scary, this feeling, this closeness. It’s terrifying really because it’s so strong. You can’t help but clutch yourself to him, holding on for dear life. Then without warning, that deep feeling that’s been building in you rises up and washes over you. You feel it all over your whole body. You desperately call his name, needy for the reassurance he’s there with you.

“I’m here, love,” he whispers to you. Then he buries his head in the pillow you’re laying on. It muffles his moans but you think you hear your name. His hips jerk into you as he cums.

He catches his breath and rises from you, peeling himself from you where your skin, tacky with sweat, sticks to his. He takes a moment to collect himself then he checks on you, asking, “Are you alright?”

Your face is numb. Your brain has shut down. You can’t find your voice. So you just nod.

You try to lift yourself up to kiss him, but your limbs feel like jelly and you can’t make it all the way. He comes to you instead. You kiss him - not your best kiss, your teeth knock together - but he doesn’t seem to mind.

He looks at you again and now he seems worried. “Is something wrong?”

You still can’t speak. Your eyelids are getting really heavy and they start to close as you shake your head in answer.

Steven says your name. “Hey, hey. You can go to sleep in a minute, love. Let’s get you to the bathroom first.”

He helps you from the bed and guides you into the bathroom. “Help yourself to anything you need,” he tells you. “There’s some towels there.”

Before he goes he pulls off the condom and drops it into the wastebasket. You watch his plump naked ass walk out. Idly you wonder why you’ve never sunk your teeth into it.

You stand there, willing yourself to pull together. It takes longer than you expect but eventually you take care of your needs and clean yourself up.

When you walk out, Steven is sitting on the bed in a pair of sleeping pants. He looks up and gives you way too sheepish of a smile from a man that just destroyed you.

You start to gather your clothes. From the bed he asks, “Do you want something more comfortable?”

“Huh?”

“To sleep in. Don’t think that dress would be too comfortable.”

“You want me to stay the night?”

“Yeah, of course, love,” he says in that lilting sing-song of his.

You think back to the night when you were here with Jake and how you couldn’t fall asleep together in case it wasn’t him when he woke up. What would happen if it wasn’t Steven tomorrow morning? You suppose Marc already knows about you now, so he would likely cover and pretend to be Steven. Could you pretend you don’t notice it’s not? And if it’s Jake, well, as much as you’d like to see him that would be so awkward.

You can’t really raise these objections with Steven because he doesn’t know you know any of it. Fuck, what a mess.

You just have to trust that Steven wouldn’t have asked you if he didn’t think it would be fine.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” he asks.

You smile. “Yeah, I’m just still recovering from getting my world rocked by that big dick of yours.”

His eyes go wide and he blushes. You want to make him make this face over and over. “Oooh, cheeky,” he gives you a lighthearted admonishment.

He tosses you one of his T-shirts. It’s soft, worn-in, and smells like him. You climb into bed and cuddle in next to him, his arms wrapping around you and holding you to him. He presses a kiss into your hair and his thumb rubs back and forth, soothingly, where it rests on your stomach. You drift off to sleep right away.

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In the middle of the night, you’re pulled from your deep slumber when you feel the bed shift. For just a moment you forget where you are, who you’re with. You open your eyes. The glow from the nearly full moon shines through the window and illuminates the bedroom. You’re with Steven, you remind yourself.

You turn to check on him, but you find yourself alone in the bed. The sliding door to the bathroom is partially open and you can hear him talking, but in a hushed voice. You strain to hear what he’s saying.

“What are you doing?” he says, but not to you.

Something isn’t right, though you don’t know what it is yet.

“You don’t even know that much about her. You’re having her sleep over?”

Wait, his accent-

“Steven, man. Nothing came up when I did a background check on her. I mean nothing. She’s lying about who she says she is.”

You can’t see him from where you’re laying. You quietly move on the bed until you can peer into the bathroom. He’s standing at the sink, talking to his reflection. You catch a glimpse of his face in the mirror.

You jerk back because that’s definitely not Steven and it’s not even Jake. You’re now in the flat in the middle of the night, alone, with Marc Spector, the mercenary you’re trying to steal from. The one who is now onto you.

You lay down with your back to the bathroom as before. Marc comes out and you feel the bed dip as he climbs in. You don’t know for sure but it feels as though he’s sitting up, watching you. You keep your eyes closed and focus on trying to control your breathing. You don’t want him to know you’re awake.

After a minute, the bed jostles as he lays down. He keeps to his side of the bed.

You don’t know how long it takes. It could be minutes, it could be an hour, but eventually he falls asleep. For the rest of the night, he doesn’t once roll over and pull you into his embrace. And you don’t sleep at all.

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A/N: Oh, hey, Marc! Chapter 5 coming soon! Are you ready for the angst? (If you want to be tagged, just ask!)

Chapter 3 | Masterlist | Chapter 5

[mr-illusion-ice]

you're my favorite person on earth.

[moodmoodthecrabking]

ben beast x the daughter of the enchantress (oc) requested by anon

[spaceratprodigy]

*gulp* deacon/iris "please just kiss me" intimacy ask........ NYE party- (i am shot)

@oldworldwidgets — [ intimacy prompts ]

It's in the stars, it's been written in the scars on our hearts

We're not broken, just bent, and we can learn to love again

pose reference

[astrophileous]

avis I'm gonna smooch you to death

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I need anything fluffy (and I mean the most stomach churning, toe curling, quiet screaming fluff please 🥴🩷) for professor!spencer because I am actually frothing at the mouth DO YOU FEEL ME🗣️‼️ (mwah ily kith kith)

I might have written two blurbs for this request and I might have driven myself crazy trying to determine which one I should post so here's to wishing I didn't make the wrong choice 🤞 this one is special for you avis I hope you enjoy it MWAH 💖

Warning(s): gn!reader, I imagine reader being in grad school but you can imagine reader in college as well--that just means there's gonna be an age gap in there, if professor-student romantic dynamics isn't your thing you shouldn't be reading this, profanities(?), established relationship

This blurb was written as a part of the "Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K" celebration.

Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

Have a good day, my love.

You grinned giddily at the text message popping up on the screen of your phone. Without wasting another second, your thumbs moved swiftly over the keypad as you typed in a response.

You too, honey. See you tonight at dinner <3

"What are you so smiley about?"

You quickly shoved your phone into the pocket of your pants before looking up towards the owner of the voice. Gladys stood to your left with a quizzical tilt to her eyebrows. Her eyes assessed you from head to toe before they landed back on your face.

"I'm not smiley. Who's smiley?"

"You are." Her eyes squinted. "Something smells fishy."

"You should check your bag. Maybe you accidentally threw your cat's wet food in there again."

"That was one time!"

Gladys scampered after you as you made your way into the lecture hall. Akbar was sitting on the third row when you walked in, immediately scooting over to make room for both Gladys and you to slip into your respective seats.

"Hey, did you guys hear?" Akbar asked as soon as you and Gladys plopped down next to him.

"Hear what?" Gladys asked.

"Apparently, some people are saying that Professor Chuckie is hitched."

Gladys' eyes grew comically wide. "He's what?"

Your brain was working in overdrive, trying to decipher whom exactly Akbar had meant by Professor Chuckie. Between him and Gladys, the two of them had a tendency of coming up with dozens of ridiculous code names for every single person they ever encountered in life, to the point where you were constantly struggling to keep up with them all.

"Who's Professor Chuckie again?" you eventually asked.

"Chuckie? From Rugrats?" Gladys hinted.

Your frown deepened. "Who?"

"Oh my God, (Y/N)." Akbar sighed. "You know the man. Fluffy curly hair like Chuckie from Rugrats."

After swimming in a pool of confusion for the next few minutes, Gladys eventually took pity on you and blurted out, "It's Professor Reid, (Y/N). Professor Spencer Reid from Criminology department?"

Your stomach dropped to the floor.

How did they—

"A buddy of mine was at the criminology lab today and told me that everyone was talking about it," Akbar explained. "The Spencer Reid is married. It's a huge news."

"Damn right, it is." Gladys scoffed. "Why are all the fine men in my life already taken? I hate it here."

Akbar rolled his eyes. "Right. As if you ever had a chance with him anyway."

As your two friends proceeded to bicker with one another, you felt yourself sinking deeper into a temporal abyss as your brain tried to process what Akbar had just said.

Spencer Reid is married.

Everyone was talking about it.

A lump formed at the base of your throat as you faced Akbar again, "Hey, how did they—how did your friend find out that Professor Reid was married?"

"He showed up to work with a ring this morning."

Your heart was racing inside your chest. "That's it? Not a very conclusive evidence, isn't it? Maybe the man just likes his jewelry."

"Nah, I'd bet my money that he's hitched," Akbar said. "My buddy told me one of the students tried to ask him about it and he just kinda smiled and nodded. Never really answered the question, though."

"That does sound kinda sus," Gladys opined. "Makes me wonder what kind of person managed to bag a specimen like that."

You hummed distractedly in reply, too busy mulling over everything to actively participate in the conversation your friends were having. Your professor strode into the hall barely five minutes later, and before long, the class officially began, forcing you to shake off any irrelevant thoughts about Professor Chuckie and his ring from the deepest corners of your mind.

Today was the day every group in class had to present their last progress report before finals rolled around. As soon as the fifth group finished their presentation, you walked to the front of the class with Akbar and Gladys following closely behind.

Akbar stepped towards the desk, trying to connect his PC with the class projector. He fumbled with the cable for a few minutes before he sheepishly glanced at you and Gladys. "I don't think it's gonna work. Either of you brought a laptop today?"

"I brought mine," you announced. "Wait here."

You ran back towards your table to grab your laptop before connecting the device to the projector. As soon as the desktop of your laptop appeared on the big screen, the entire lecture hall suddenly erupted in a round of synchronized gasps.

Gladys was staring at you, a clear sign of shock on her countenance. "(Y/N)?"

"Dude," Akbar muttered breathlessly. "What the hell?"

You swept your gaze repeatedly between the two of them and the rest of the class, confusion dawning inch by inch with every second that ticked by. "What? What's going on?"

Akbar nudged your shoulder, gesturing you to look behind towards where the projected screen of your laptop was being shown to everyone in the room. Your mouth instantly ran dry when you realized what had the whole lecture hall so stunned for the past few minutes.

It was a picture—the one you had set up last week as the wallpaper of your PC desktop but somehow had managed to completely forget about—of you and Spencer lounging on the living room couch of your shared apartment, holding up your hands to show off the identical bands encircling your ring fingers. Spencer was smiling big towards the camera with a protective arm wrapped around your shoulders while you peeked behind his neck with a portion of your face concealed behind his untamed curls.

It was a sweet photo to commemorate the most important day of both of your lives, taken merely hours after you exchanged vows at the city hall and entrusted each of your own hearts towards the other person to keep, nurture, and love.

And now, that same photo was up on the wall of Room 2404 as an impromptu spectacle for your entire Data Analytics class to see.

From behind the desk, Professor Clegg cleared his throat. "So, (Y/N). You and Dr. Reid, huh?" He peered at you from behind his glasses, not the slightest hint of a smile on his lips, but a brightly twinkling mirth in his eyes. "I guess congratulations are in order."

You exhaled a tired breath and replied, "Thank you, Professor."

Once your presentation was over, you retired back to your seat and discreetly typed in a message as another group came forward to present their work. You threw your phone into your bag after hitting send, trying to ignore the whispered demands of your two friends as they badgered you for answers.

Across the campus, Spencer's phone dinged with an incoming text.

He pulled out the device promptly, failing to contain his smile as he read the message you had just delivered to him.

Thanks a lot for the heads up 👎 Looks like there's no need for me to keep my own ring hidden in the wallet anymore >:(

[enhanced-operatives-division]

I've been thinking about the first time Prism got one of her Robots to work the way she wanted after getting kinesium and uh well this was the product of that

[astrophileous]

THIS IS SO AMAZING!!??! Whuuuttt 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Thank you so much for including me in this list and saying such kind words and even GIVING A SPECIAL SHOUT OUT TO LOVE BUGS!?!??! I'm now a puddle on the floor 🫠

Idk how and what else to say 'cause I'm literally so speechless. I'm always so touched every time someone shows support for Love Bugs bcs this series is my baby!! 🥺 I'm sooooo happy that a lot of ppl seem to enjoy it.

Again, thank you so much for this 🥹 I hope you have THE BESTEST DAY EVER!!!! 💯💯💯💯✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

Monthly Fanfictions Recommandation: October'23

Here are my best discoveries from the last weeks:

🍬 The Authors

@astonishment : First thing first, I love this Author so much. Mal is so sweet and always there to answer to Anon and followers. If you have any question or thought, don't hesitate to tell. About the stories, you will love them. Even if all stories aren't my thing (I love your writing sweetie but Time Turner is really not my thing), You're Losing Me is a masterpiece, like really. I can't stop reading it and your style is just so sweet and fluid. It's always a pleasure to read from you. Keep on the hard work, and really don't hesitate to check this amazing Human Being.

@astrophileous : You're looking for a great and unique Criminal Minds writer? I think you would enjoy Zara. She's so sweet and adorable. And her story Love Bugs is so sweet. It's pretty rare to find good Derek Morgan stories, and even more series. Gosh I love you and your writing style so much. And you're always so quick to reply and tag your fans.

@secretswiftymarvelfan : Okay, so I discovered I'm just so weak for Chris Evans and his characters (as I'm writing this I'm watching "Knives Out", again). And with this blog and author, my thirst is satisfied. I haven't read all your works, there're so much of them (bless you). Your style is pure and it's always a pleasure to read anything from you. You write with your heart and thank you for sharing it with us!

@once-upon-an-imagine : Ooookay, here we are. As we do say in French, c'est mon petit bonbon! My new comfort blog and author. I love them. I could spend hours to read Harry Potter stories, I won't be able to share all my favourite because I loved every single one I read. It's just perfect, one shots like series. I wish I could have more breaks to read more from them. If you love Harry Potter, Marauders Era like Golden Era, you won't be disappointed I promise you! Thank you for sharing you stories with us, it's always a pleasure!

@pagesoflauren : Lauren is a wonderful author. Hear me out, her writing is flawless and her ideas are really original. I could spend hours on this blog too. Another wonderful temple of Chris Evans characters. I won't say a lot, just go and check her amazing works and tell her how brillant she is. Like really.

@supernatural-jackles : My Supernatural daily dose~ My lastest Supernatural discovery and I wasn't disappointed. Much more stories for Dean but the Sam ones were cute too. I melt with "Fake Yours". My God. It was perfect. Like really. And mostly, if you just want a little Dean one shot, just go check Jen's masterlist, you will have a good time.

🍭 The Stories

* = Smut (Minors DNI) || 🦋 = Series || Beware of the TW please

You’re Losing Me 🦋 || @astonishment (J𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 P𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗑 R𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, R𝖾𝗆𝗎𝗌 L𝗎𝗉𝗂𝗇 𝗑 R𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, Hanahaki AU, 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖯𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖽…𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋? 𝖮𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽?)

Why Didn’t We Work Out? || @/astonishment (James Potter x Reader, 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘗𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘏𝘰𝘨𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴. 𝘠/𝘕 𝘠/𝘓/𝘕, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴; 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘓𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘌𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘦𝘴, 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰’𝘴 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘴…)

At Arms Length 🦋 || @/astonishment (Remus Lupin x Reader, 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝖱𝖾𝗆𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇. 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋’𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁.)

Love Bugs * 🦋 || @astrophileous (Derek Morgan x Reader, You and Derek Morgan have an arrangement. At work, your relationship is strictly business. Under the sheets, it's all about pleasure. Nothing more, nothing less. Until, of course, your feelings start to get involved. Your situation is complicated enough without the unexpexted predicament that suddenly befalls upon you. But with a maniac serial killer on the loose, will you ever get the chance to make everything right?)

Best Friend’s Brother * 🦋 || @secretswiftymarvelfan (Chris Evans x Reader, You and Scott have been best friends ever since you were 10, meeting at summer camp. Being best friends with Scott means you know his family very well, especially his older brother. After a failed attempt at dating Chris when you were 18, when you move to LA for a job will you and Chris grow close again. What would the world think? and most importantly what would Scott think?)

evermore 🦋 || @/secretswiftymarvelfan (Steve Rogers x Reader, Stuck in a marriage that seems to have dried what happens when you meet a down to earth painter at a party. Will you allow yourself to fall in love even though your heart is promised to another?)

Memory Served * 🦋 || @/secretswiftymarvelfan (Ransom Drysdale x Reader, Following a terrible accident, every memory you ever made was gone leaving you to try to piece together what happened) (Val's note: beware the TW for this one, really well written but ask Niamh if you have any question)

Dear Prudence || @once-upon-an-imagine (Remus Lupin x Potter!Reader, You have always lived in your brother’s shadow. You have never really minded but Remus does. So he always does whatever he can to show you that to him, you will always be number one.)

Some Kind Of Wonderful || @/once-upon-an-imagine (James Potter x Reader, You and James have been friends since you were born. Over the years, the friendship grew to love on your side. However, you know that he only has his eyes and heart set on someone else; Lily Evans.)

What Was I Made For? || @/once-upon-an-imagine (James Potter x Black!Reader, Growing up in your home as a Hufflepuff was even worse than when your older brother was placed in Gryffindor, making your parents not even acknowledge your existence anymore. Or your birthday. So, when James promised to change that, you try to not get your hopes up because you knew he would also forget it. And he does)

Hanging By A Moment 🦋 || @/once-upon-an-imagine (Charlie Weasley x Reader, Your best friend Percy convinces you to go home with him for the holidays and asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend since he’s not out to his family. You accept, wanting to help your friend and thinking it shouldn’t be hard, right? That is until you meet his very much attractive, older brother, Charlie)

Thank You For Loving Me || @/once-upon-an-imagine (Spencer Reid, There were three little words that you and Spencer had yet to say. For five months, the two of you still hadn’t found the right moment to say it. And now, Spencer fears it might be too late)

Ride & Prejudice * 🦋 || @pagesoflauren (Steve Rogers x Reader Cowboy AU, A take on Pride & Prejudice, certain circumstances in your life have led you to take refuge and work in a farm village, particularly on the ranch owned by Steve Rogers. He doesn’t take kindly to you, having bad perceptions about city folk. Your only reaction to that is the one you deem acceptable: get annoyed at every little thing he does whilst doing your best to annoy him and still keep your job)

The Highest Bidder * 🦋 || @/pagesoflauren (Ransom Drysdale x Reader, A graduate-level education is a costly pursuit. When you move out of state to study in Boston, expenses pile up, leading you to auction off what is apparently your most valuable asset: your virginity. It goes to the highest bidder…who happens to be Ransom Drysdale)

Fake Yours * 🦋 || @supernatural-jackles (Dean Winchester x Reader AU, Your brother is getting married to one of your best friends, and you’re the maid of honour. Your horrible mother is on your case about showing up with a date, as you ex, the best man, has moved on. Your only option is to beg the stranger who took you home, to pretend to be your boyfriend until the wedding is over. How much pretending did you really have to do to convince them all it was real?)

Wrong Number * 🦋 || @/supernatural-jackles (Dean Winchester x Reader,  Taking a break from studying, your best friend Jess and her boyfriend Sam give you the number the bartender left for you. You decide to take a chance and give them a call, not expecting who’s number it is)

She’s Quiet and I Love It || @/supernatural-jackles (Sam Winchester x Reader, Sam falls for the quiet reader, she helps patch him up and she finally speaks)

[queenie-ofthe-void]

hi! i just read all the currently out chapters of A Desperate Fool, and was wondering if the hurt/no comfort part of the tags was about eddie? because as much as i love him, he messed up BIG TIME in this au by cheating and all the things he said about steve, and that gets no sympathy from me (and i want steve to be happy with someone who doesn’t make him question that they love him or brings up his past that he had tried so hard to move from and be better)

feel free to tell me nothing if answering gives spoilers! i’m just curious and cannot handle steve being hurt without being guaranteed a happy ending 🙂‍↕️

I'll keep spoilers under the cut, but the short answer is both Steve and Eddie are going to get a happy ending-- whether that's together or separate, who's to say? Me, I'm to say and I did so under the cut.

The problem was that I had zero intentions of continuing this story after the first prompt, and I LOVE writing Steve whump, so I basically wanted to make Eddie his worst self (cowardly, selfish, impulsive, insecure, etc). All of the things that would hurt Steve the most. That's why I tagged the first fic as hurt/no comfort. I thought it was over lol

You bring up valid points, and I'm trying to write it in a way that won't compromise Steve's dignity. He's my all-time blorbo and I will not let him be sad I promise!!! I'm glad you sent this though, it's got me reconsidering some scenes that I think I'll change up now. And I should probably change the tags in the summary on my fic list.

My outline for the rest of the series is Eddie repenting to each member of The Party, ending with Robin and then Steve. And yes I'm 100% planning on a Steddie happy ending. I cry every bittersweet breakup fic where they're happy but not together, like The Interview. Which, if I had known that from the jump, I would've eased up on Eddie's mistakes because now it's left him AND ME trying to figure out how to make Steve happy without him caving to being treated poorly.

[fyodior]

I'm insane for fem chuuya (as we can tell..)

Anyway!!

Getting scolded by her. Like she's yelling at you in her office while pinning you. And then she pushes your head down so you can be a good boy (or girl) and take her!!

Also she loves praising. Good boy/girl are always used! Also I could keep my head in between her thighs for hours.. Anyway she loves that and let's you

She loves mess too. Like just being a mess after taking her (messy hair, makeup, ect ect) she loves to see it!!

and ofc she loves people that just need her constantly. Literally just say please and you're already on your knees taking her all in

she's also a mess though. super whiny and loud.

-lime anon

SHE SO IS ALL OF THESE THINGS U SO GET IT……. fem chuu is lowkey such a bitch and i loooove her for it

and she’ll scold you for the most minor things too just bc she loves to fuck with you and get you riled up. she’ll have you pinned against her desk with a hand between your legs edging you and barking at you because you accidentally put 3 sugars in her coffee instead of 2

fem chuuya DOESSS love when you’re a complete mess, when you’ve spent so long between her thighs eating her pussy raw with her tugging at your hair that your makeup is completely ruined and smudged everywhere, your hair a tangled mess. and she LOVES you that way. pulls you in for a kiss, smiling at the fact that your lipstick is everywhere but your mouth. but like you said she’s a mess in her own way, so loud and groans and moans and whines as you suck on her clit and shove fingers into her tight wet pussy🤍🤍

fem chuu and her thing for power imbalance….. the way she wants you on your knees begging please like you said bc she loves the way you need her and rely on her so much. she will demand you call her ma’am or sir depending on how she’s feeling dghjghjb

fem chuuya has the prettiest most perfect tits in all the land. a little small but so so pretty with the cutest little nipples. she loooooves when you suckle, it’s another power imbalance thing.

LIVE LAUGH LOVE FEM CHUUYA

[mightbeorphanedidk]

l wanna draw smt for WORPMD but idk if i'll be able to get the character designs right and idk what to draw 😔😔

REALLY?? It's okay!! I'm not picky AT ALL when it comes to what you guys interpret the character design as. Though, if you DO decide to draw something, I can give you a little run down on their basic features? (Me wanting to rant about character designs knowing damn well i cant draw)

WARNING: Me about to rant mindlessly

Okie dokie

So first of all i wanna preface by saying I really appreciate you wanting to draw fanart :DDD It's really flattering! I don't mind AT ALL if you miss a detail or add a detail, because I'm just happy you decided to draw something > <

Here is like a basic rundown of their more important features that i envision when i write the two (By "the two" I mean Alastor and Vox because they're the MCs) (a lot of the other characters dont really get a lot of "screen time" so to speak, so whenever I write them I just kinda imagine them as fanart I've seen)

(A lot of this "fanart" comes from @notherpuppet so... thank you?? Is that weird???)

ALASTOR:

Okay think of the human design most people think of when it comes to human alastor yeah? Very tall (almost alarmingly so), oval glasses, basically notherpuppet's design of him in a way? (Is that weird to say I have no idea)

Yeah that but with curly hair and moles that's literally it

He's always wearing a tacky sweater with dress pants and a button down because he was "born in the wrong generation" to which everyone says "okay alastor" (Literally just this)

VOX:

Okay now Vox is a little bit more complicated. I had a thorough vision of what he looked like whenever I was writing, but I don't know how to convey it through text

He's very dishevelled, and unkempt. He doesn't really shave often (hence the rusting razor blade in ch1) and doesn't go outside much either. When he does, it's either to go to Alastor's or to go clubbing with Val and Velv.

Vox, I'd like to reckon, has a beer gut, because when I think of Vox in this AU specifically, he has a schedule of going to therapy, staying at home, stalking someone, and then occasionally going out clubbing. I don't reckon he eats much besides microwave dinners.

I would say he and Alastor are around about the same height, but then that would make EVERYONE unusually tall. If Vox is TALLER, then he'd be around Angel's height. I'd say Vox is jus that little bit smaller than Alastor.

Yeah i think thats about it

I'll grab the desc in chapter 1 explaining their appearances

ALASTOR'S:

Doctor Alastor Beaudeux is a lanky but well built man, who has been seeing to Vox for the past few weeks. He’s tan with enough moles to satisfy a man for life, oval glasses resting on his pointy nose, hitting his late twenties, younger than Vox by almost a decade, young, naive and sweet. Vox finds him always to be wearing some sort of dress shirt with pants and a sweater, no matter the weather, which makes him think of how many of each the man must have in his closet. 

VOX'S:

Vox Booker is a man in his late 30’s, with greasy black hair and an unkempt look. There’s a paranoia in his eyes, paranoia that has subsided greatly ever since Alastor began his sessions with the man, and he’s starting to bring the life back into his pale skin with each talk. His skin is pore-filled, sweaty, riddled with a scent of alcohol that Alastor has learned he isn’t planning to take away. Never does he dress in anything beyond a shirt and pants, both stained and faded with age. 

[dizzybevvie]

pocket sized hardwon

Give me your address so i can send you hate mail /pos

[rainofthetwilight]

LEVI, HANA, HI! IT'S TARA (giftofjay in case you don't remember lol) with a temporary and hastily-made account that I'll lose access to the moment I log out buuut

RAMADAN KAREEM <333

كل عام وانت بألف خير، ان شاء الله يكون صايمك مقبول، وان شاء الله الشهر هاد يفرح قلبك وكله خير بركة

Annnd a bunch of flowers and balloons for my favorite Egyptian mutual 🌻🌻🌻🎈🎈🎈 (<-I was gonna give you a cookie as I normally do LMAO 😭. Then, I thought I should give a فانوس [lantern? idk] because yk, it's Ramadan, but apparently there's no emoji for that :/)

TARA TARA TARAAA!!!!!! AGSHDJDJSA HELLO I MISSED YOU LIKE SOSOSOO MUCH?????

HELLOOO AAGH I GOT SO WORRIED WHEN YOU DEACTIVATED I'M SO GLAD YOU WERE ABLE TO REACH OUT AGAIN!!!! :DD

ANYWAY, AAAAAAA RAMADAN KAREEM WA MUBARAK HABIBTY!!!! :DDD <33333 حبيبتييي ربنا يحفظك شكرا شكراا 😭

،والله وحشتينيييي!! كل سنة وانت طيبة وبالف الفف خير ويارب صيامك يكون مقبول

ويا رب يكون الشهر ده مليان بالخير والفرح والهنا والسعادة ان شاء الله !!!💞💞💞

THANK YOU SM FOR THE FLOWERS AND BALLOONS TOO AAAA ILYSM!!!! /p <33 :DDD I feel so honored that I'm your fav 😭😭 more balloons and and flowers back to my fav palestinian mutual!!! (and hearts!!) :DD 💞🎈🎈🎈🌷🌷💞🌻🌻🌹🌹❤️🌻🌺🌺💐🎈🎈💞🌺🌷🌺💐🌻🌹❤️🌺🌷🌻💐🌷🌺❤️💞✊️💐🌷

(also yeah I wish there was a fanuus emoji too 😭😭 poor fanuus they forgot about your existence buddy, we have to sing wahawey ya wahawey with a nonexistent fanuus apparently 😔)

YES YES YESSSSSS EID COOKIES!!!!! best kind of cookies to ever exist, esp coming from you <333 (also they better be butter cookies >:D)

I will await your return, tumblr user giftofjay o7 😎

this is me n you this ramadan btw <3

and once again, RAMADAN KAREEM TARA!!! :DDD 💞💞 !!!رمضان كريم

[bilbotargaryen]

i just want to say how much i love the hvitserk/aegon fic you've put out.... and i haven't even seen hotd..... ITS SAUR GOOD.... i've come across it during a search on ao3 and i had to come here and say it's amazing... LOVE ..... 💌💌💌 thank u for putting it out there

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Translation: Thank you sooo much <333 This means the world to me :D This is my first ever romance fic (and my first fic with any kind of smut oml) and I. am. so. insecure. about. it. And hearing you say you LOVE it??? AAAAH. Your message restores a lot of faith in my writing haha xD I hope you're having a lovely day and week and month and year and life <333 Thank youuuuu

PS: You're so awesome to go out of your way to find me here and write me this lovely ask. You rock fr!!

[astrophileous]

Andraya plss you're always too kind with me 🥹💞 thank you so much for being a mf sunshine and being so kind and constantly sharing your love ❤️❤️

I feel like Derek would be SO aware of Bug when she gets further along in the pregnancy. Anytime she winces due to a harsh kick or Braxton hick, he’s right there beside her. He makes a huge deal of it too, especially if he can’t be by her side immediately 😭 even asks Penelope to send him updates when he’s away

This takes place during the first pregnancy, when Bug is pregnant with Little Bug 🥰 I kinda took inspiration from that scene when JJ went into labor the first time around, I hope you like it <3

Side note, I literally interrogated my mom abt her pregnancy/labor experience for this one cause I don't have any 😭 but then she proceeded to ask if I HAD SOMETHING I WANTED TO TELL HER AKJSJSJDJ LIKE MOM NO I'M NOT PREGNANT I'm just writing a story plsss

Love Bugs Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

With your due date just around the corner, it felt like Derek was also constantly in your corner.

The week marked your first one on maternity leave. You had many objections over having to take a longer leave--how were you ever going to survive four long weeks at home doing nothing?--but after constant pestering from both your doctor and Derek, you relented.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

Derek was next to you in a flash, as per usual, after he had heard your wince. You were sure that the man was just in another room mere moments prior, yet the second he caught the tiniest sign of distress coming from you, he proceeded to transport himself towards your side.

"Nothing." You chuckled, trying to ease his mind. "Your son is just eager to practice his kicking skills today."

The frown on his forehead deepened. "Does it hurt?"

"It's not that bad."

"Are you sure?" Derek's hand sneaked on top of your belly, as if trying to tell your son to calm down before he could send another painful kick against your abdomen. "Are you sure it's even a kick? Maybe we should go to the--"

"Derek, I'm fine. Promise." You patted his hand that was still on top of yours, entangling them together. "Have you heard from Hotch about where you guys are going tomorrow?"

"Louisville, Kentucky." Derek seemed to ponder something in silence before he continued, "Should I ask Hotch to sit this one out?"

"What? Why would you do that?"

"I don't like being so far away from you." His hand squeezed around yours as he said it, as if trying to emphasize his point. "What if something happens?"

"Nothing is gonna happen, honey. I'm probably just gonna be sleeping half the time you're gone. You'll be bored as hell and wish that you were in Kentucky instead."

"I don't know. I kinda like watching you sleep."

"Good one, Mister. But still no," you said. "Everything's gonna be just fine. Trust me."

Derek wasn't entirely happy about it, but you managed to push him out of the door bright and early the next morning. In his absence, you had the whole house to yourself, and you used that opportunity to do anything to keep yourself out of boredom. Nothing too strenuous, just as your doctor instructed. Not that you could do anything extreme with the weight of your 36-week bump.

You were in the middle of preparing dinner when the doorbell suddenly rang.

Confused, you turned off the stove before heading towards the front door, wondering all the way who could be visiting you on a random Tuesday night.

Your curiosity was answered the moment you opened the door, only to be met with a familiar pair of eyes behind red rimmed glasses and a head of blonde hair in perfect ringlets.

"Pen? What are you doing here?" Your eyes flitted down, noticing the polka dot duffle bag on the ground. "Why do you have a bag?"

"Surprise, Beets! We're having a sleepover!"

You were still in shock when Penelope rushed past you and entered the house. "What do you mean, sleepover?"

"Have you never had a sleepover before, Beets? It means I'm gonna stay here, of course!"

"What? I don't--" realization dawned upon you then, "--did Derek put you up to this?"

"No."

"Pen."

"Okay, fine! Maybe he did. But--" Penelope raised her finger when she saw you about to cut her off, "--I was more than happy and willing to do it anyway. I also don't like the thought of you being alone in this house all by yourself."

"Pen, I appreciate the gesture, really, I do. But just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean I'm not the same person I was before. I can still deliver a mean punch if I have to," you reminded her. "You don't have to do this."

"Beets," Penelope gripped your shoulders, "I know I don't have to, but I want to, okay? Unless you're not looking forward to a marathon of the greatest 90s romcoms every single night. Shall I make myself scarce?"

You mulled over Penelope's offer for a minute. A marathon of the greatest 90s romcoms every single night did sound tempting.

"Fine." When Penelope began to squeal, you quickly added, "But no smothering!"

Penelope ended up staying for nearly the entire week, during which time Derek was constantly terrorizing her with text and voice messages; either demanding an update on you and the baby or asking Penelope to monitor your condition throughout the day.

"He's being ridiculous," you had commented one night when another one of his text messages came in the middle of My Best Friend's Wedding.

"He's worried about you."

"He's too worried." You grabbed another handful of popcorns. "You have my permission to block him anytime you feel like he's being too much."

"Won't that just give him a reason to hop on a plane and go home early?"

Your munching stopped. "Damn, you're right. Fine, just... tell him off anytime he starts being too crazy."

On Saturday, you finally received word that the team was flying back home to Virginia.

"They'll arrive in a couple of hours," Penelope called out from her position in the kitchen. "I've packed my bag and will get out of your hair as soon as Derek gets here. You guys can--what are you doing?"

Penelope knitted her eyebrows together once she walked back into the living area, seeing you somewhat writhing on the couch.

"I don't know. I just can't seem to get comfortable," you said. "And there's this... squeezing pain, I think? I don't know. I think he's pressing on my bladder or kidney or something."

"Beets." Penelope's face had gone a little paler, but there was the ghost of a smile adorning her fuchsia-painted lips. "I think you just described a contraction."

Your heart stuttered. "What? What are you talking about?"

"Beets." Penelope was beside you in a second, just in time for another contraction to hit. "You're going into labor."

[theobsessedcookiefan]

Me whenever someone actually likes what I wrote:

[arczism]

vito & his beloved wife Vivi that belongs to @bubble-bones​ who also wrote a fic about them!!! You all should definitely read it, I’m crazy about it: Fancy Seein' You Here  ++++ doodles cw / slightly nsffw can’t stop thinking about them  she’s just so soooo beautiful I love drawing her