#morgans gender rambles

[temporary-dysphoria]

The most exciting thing for me personally about the potential of top surgery is the proposed ability to sleep without a shirt. That's it. That's all I need. No shirt. No bra. Just boxers.

Not sure how I'm gonna articulate that to a specialist who also wants a medical reason to yeet my tits off, but I'm sure I'll figure it out

[fauville]

this should be illegal btw

[vhyunjinverse]

poc reader and spencer doing each other’s hair

poc reader and spencer cooking together

poc reader and spencer going to concerts together (he brings noise canceling headphones while you jump around holding his hand)

poc reader losing spencer at said concert

poc reader showing spencer your hair care routine

poc reader and spencer getting fixated on one of spencer’s fixations

poc reader and morgan scaring spencer on accident

poc reader putting spencer out of the house so they could focus on cleaning

poc reader and spencer sharing the little hand thing when they’re nervous

poc reader and spencer trick or treating together in june

poc reader and spencer at the water park with matching duck floaties

poc reader showing spencer how to work a crockpot (it didn’t go well)

spencer watching poc reader stand in one spot while holding a broom (reader trying to find the right song- it’s been five minutes)

poc reader and spencer going to protests

poc reader and spencer watching twilight (spencer reads the books while you watch)

poc reader and spencer arguing over harry styles (spencer got lost your pink cowboy hat)

poc reader scolding Hotch, Spencer stands behind them mouthing apologies

poc reader and spencer watching a twerking instructional video on youtube (reader is ashamed, spencer’s paying close attention)

poc reader and spencer carrying various to-go plates from reader’s family dinner on thanksgiving

poc reader and spencer playing just dance (reader lets spencer win)

[dykerica]

Could you please elaborate on either your transfem or lesbian Ethan Morgan headcanons? I love them!

OKAY IM ANSWERING THIS UNDER THE CUT BCUS I GOT TOO EXCITED AND RANTED A LOT SORRY !!!

(also these became more like serious gender things rather than silly goofy ones so if you want those instead hmu)

first! i hc ethan as autistic + lesbian basically 100% of the time, and i switch between transfem + transmasc depending on how i'm feeling tbh

for both of the gender hcs i stay with ethan never feeling a big connection with his birth gender growing up and also not really understanding the insanity surrounding feminine vs masculine gender roles / stereotypes / actions etc (this is where the autism hc gets relevance). so i think child ethan was extremely gender apathetic which leads to a "more masc" presentation in general because people tend to view neutral = masculine when it comes to things about gender.

i do think (going the transfem route) ethan realizing she's a girl/girl adjacent is like kinda chill almost? its probably a realization that happens closer to highschool if not during her freshman year, because while i don't think ethan would ever be presenting super feminine i do think she's always admired it / loved it from afar basically. i do think eventually it just kinda clicks for her, lots of relief about like no longer feeling the need to be a Macho Man but also some like "am i not girl enough bcus of all my stereotypical nerdy guy interests?" this is when ethan is introduced to the existence of the magic the gathering -> trans girl pipeline and it's def a process but i think the fact she's never really understood why certain things are gendered makes it a bit easier. she's a girl and she likes girls <3

i don't really see ethan ever presenting super feminine, like she'll grow her hair out and go on E but she's not really wearing skirts and dresses around town UNLESS she's playing dressup with jane bcus jane got SO EXCITED to play dressup with her big sister that ethan just couldn't say no. also i don't know if there's like an already existing widely spread transfem ethan name hc (?) but im fond of eve personally.

FOR THE TRANSMASC LESBIAN HC: i think ethan being aware he's transmasc is something on the outskirts of his mind since childhood, especially once Jane is born and there's a very stark difference between their behaviors as "little girls". However i don't think ethan was ever like "oh yeah im not a girl im a MAN" which leads to this weird like "okay im not a man but im super comfortable presenting more masculine and im not really a girl either but i still feel slightly connected to "girlhood" despite never really doing it quote unquote right". this is when ethan discovers the amazing concept of BUTCH LESBIANS, so he changes his name / pronouns and goes on T. like he's very girlboy, boygirl even, girl who is a boy who is a girl who is a lesbian. his first crush was on Thorn from the hexgirls, also Daphne, also Gwen from TDI. Benny and ethan have to promise each other to never like the same girl ever again bcus they almost killed each other in middle school over who got to ask her to a dance. Anyway boydyke lesbian Ethan is a grey area but its also very important to me i love him very much <3

[ddejavvu]

Can‘t stop thinking about the usually so confident hotch getting yk kinda shy and clumsy all of a sudden, everyones just so confused as to why he‘s getting a bit quieter or redder in the face with seemingly no reason

But when in a case meeting they notice Hotch gripping the sides of his chair, biting his nails (nervous tick), making himself small in his chair and his leg shaking so much that they can feel it in through the floor

And you just standing behind him, one hand on the back of his chair not even really touching his shoulder with your fingertips and listening to whatever Garcia has to say with your full attention that they realize how Hotch has it bad BAD for you

You don't make it into the round table room until after everyone else is already seated, and unfortunately for you, that means you're out of a chair. Your typical seat is filled by Strauss, who looks less-than-pleased at your late entry, but holds her tongue.

"I'm sorry for being late, everyone," You linger behind the seat facing the screen that Garcia has prepared, your hands resting on the back of Hotch's chair, "There was an accident right in front of me, and I had to give a witness statement. Have we started yet?"

The team is used to Aaron leading conversation, but it's not necessarily weird that he doesn't, and Derek shakes his head.

"All good- uh, Y/L/N." He seems to have been going for a nickname that Strauss would not be amused with, and wisely reels himself in, "We barely got halfway through."

"I'll-" You lean down over the back of Hotch's chair, and it creaks as he shifts in it. You peer down at the case file that's open in front of him, and his eyes are glued to the word victim as you scan the details over his shoulder. He can't move them, he can't act natural, he's stiff as a board and tense in his seat.

"Oh," Your nose wrinkles at the word enucleator, "Gross. Okay, well- uh, go ahead, Garcia. I think I'm caught up."

"Okay. So victim number three was just last night, in this parking garage," She grimaces as the image on the screen, "And wow, that's nasty. But- um, Houston PD has asked for your help, and I really don't want to look at this anymore, so I'm gonna go, and- and let you take over. Do your- profiler genius thing," She stammers, gaze averted from the screen as she rushes out, emphasizing her command with a wave of her hands, "Be gone!"

Reid gets right into things by rattling off statistics on enucleators. They're fascinating, really, but not entirely helpful, and you lean down once more to inspect the case file.

"Sorry," You murmur beside Hotch's ear when your fingertips brush against his shoulder, "My seat was taken."

He doesn't answer, can't afford to open his mouth and hear his voice waver. All he does is nod, once, stiffly, and it casts an uncomfortable ache over your chest. Is he angry with you?

He could be annoyed, perhaps. That you were late in front of Strauss. But he's never been afraid to chew out an agent in front of an audience if it's what they truly deserve, and if he had a problem with your tardiness you're sure he would let it be known.

"Are you okay?" You ask him in that same low murmur, one that sends shivers down his spine to a place he can't think about with you hovering above him. He nods, vigorously so, and his tie moves with the gesture. You decide that he's just uncharacteristically nervous about Strauss's presence, perhaps she's threatening once more to demote him or fire him altogether.

You reach down to place your hands on his shoulders in what's supposed to be a supportive gesture. You squeeze gently at them, feeling his muscles impossibly tense, and the room falls silent as Reid's ramble ends.

"Okay, so these victims aren't connected," Morgan reads off of his case file, "Different genders, different races, different tax brackets, nothing in here that suggests there's a common thread. Opportunity, then?"

"It looks like it." JJ agrees, "I mean, a parking lot at night? That's high-risk. I'm willing to bet this guy just stumbled upon his first chance and took it, then couldn't stop."

There's a quiet round of agreement, some 'yeah's and a thoughtful nods, and the room falls silent. This is Hotch's moment, his time to share his conclusions, his thoughts, his doubts, his orders,, but he can't bring himself to do any of that. Not when your thumbs are gently rubbing out the kinks in his muscles, hidden from view like a comfort you're sharing with him in secret. He can't bring his mind to generate any adequate responses, so he pretends to busy himself with the file in front of him to avoid the probing gazes of his coworkers.

They're smirking. They know what's going on, they see the pink tinge on Hotch's face, they hear his foot tapping the floor beneath the table, they know he's fumbling for words like a lovesick teen.

Strauss is not as amused.

"Agent Hotchner, might I remind you that you're the chief of this team? They are awaiting your instruction."

You press your hands harder into his shoulders, thumbs digging further into his tense muscles to soothe him through his nerves. He feels your hands hold him tighter, feels that staticky feeling threaten to envelop the last part of his brain that had remained clear, and speaks before it can overtake him.

"Wheels up in thirty." He snaps, voice forcibly firm, "Dismissed."

Strauss seems rather displeased with his mediocre orders, but she doesn't say it. She lets Dave herd her out the door with the promise of freshly brewed coffee in the kitchen, and Aaron pointedly ignores the thumbs-up that the older man shoots behind his back as he leads her away.

"She's gone," You breathe, patting Hotch's shoulders as you release your grip on him, "God, she's scary."

"Derek," Emily calls sweetly, "Can you come with me to my desk? I had a newspaper clipping I wanted to show you."

Your nose wrinkles, newspaper clipping? Emily doesn't read the newspaper.

"I'd like to see it too," Reid rushes to follow them, "Uh- JJ, come on, Garcia said she wanted to see you before we took off. She wanted to give you that- uh, thing."

"That thing!" JJ repeats, grinning madly at you as she tails Reid out of the door, "See you on the jet!"

"That thing," You echo in a scoff, "Hotch, did you ever follow through with that drug test on Garcia? I think they might both be on it. Whatever it is."

Hotch manages a weak chuckle, and it brings a frown back to your face.

"Hotch, come on." You plead, "Are you really worried about Strauss?"

No. He's not. He always is, a little bit, but that's not what has his attention. He can't shake the feeling of your hands on his shoulders, rubbing out the knots in his muscles and pressing flush to his form. He wants to feel your hands over him again, in the same places and in others, but there's a bozo running around Texas removing people's eyes, and he can't afford to focus on that now.

"She's got nothing on you," You take his silence for an answer, smiling sympathetically at him, "Come on, Hotch, just forget about her, and lead like you normally would. That's enough to impress her, I guarantee it. You can do this, Hotch."

Looking at your earnest smile, standing only feet away from you when you reach out to grab hold of his hand and squeeze sympathetically, Aaron is certain of only one thing: He cannot do this.

[skipper1331]

Baby // Esme Morgan

a/n: based off this request. Enjoy:)

"My love" the blonde whispered as she hugged from behind, trailing soft kisses along your neck. You couldn‘t help but melt in her grasp, your skin tingling at each brush of her lips. "You‘re so beautiful" her hands rested flat on your growing stomach. Ever since you told Esme that you were pregnant, her sweet girl personality just turned sweeter. She was the happiest person, you were her wife and soon the mother of her child. Everything felt perfect, Esme treated you with so much respect and love, cared about you like no one else did.

"I missed you today" you whispered, your head falling against her shoulder as you softly swayed to the soft music in the background.

"I missed you too but I’m also a bit mad at you" she matched your voice level, still pressing featherlight kisses along your skin.

You stopped your movement, turning in her hold as you looked at her confused, "why?"

"My girl, I told you I’d go to the grocery store yet you did it by yourself" she stated.

"But you were at training and I had nothing to do" you grumbled, crossing your arms as you glared at her.

"you’re not supposed to carry heavy things" she smiled down at you, so much adoration in her eyes. She looked at you like you hung the moon.

Every day, she thanked the universe that she could call you her own.

"Baby!" you whined, "I can still do things in the household"

With her finger on your lips, she shushed you, "Firstly, you carry our baby, so don’t carry heavy stuff. And secondly, you help enough already by motivating me with your existence" she grinned, littering kisses all over your face, to which you responded with her favorite sound: giggles.

-

"Hello, here is your mama" the defender mumbled against your tummy, her thumbs drawing circles at your sides, "I love you very very much. And your mommy, I love her very much too" Esme looked at you, loving eyes already staring back at her. Your heart fluttered at each of her words, your skin tingled at each touch and your mind was consumed by the thoughts of Esme interacting with your baby. She’ll be a great mama. "I‘ll raise you as the biggest City fan. You will walk around with a little jersey and then you‘ll meet your aunties." the city player stated.

The answer came straightaway - a kick.

The blonde gasped loudly, sitting up, "That was an agreement!"

"No it wasn’t" you laughed, "he‘s going to be raised as a gunner"

Esme left your touch, immediately, her expression unreadable. You never saw that kind of a look in her eyes. She seemed shocked, happy, confused and- you couldn‘t tell. Did you say something wrong?

"It‘s going to be a boy?" she breathed out.

Shit! You didn‘t mean to ruin the surprise of the gender.

"Esme- I’m so sorry!" you tried explaining, your hands grabbing her own as you were about to cry, too many emotions filling your body.

"Hey, don’t cry. My love, don‘t cry" she was by your side in an instant, her arms around your body as you cried in her chest. The defender whispered sweet nothings into your ear while she tracing patterns on your skin, in a manner of calming you down.

As your tears stopped rolling you down your cheeks, you looked up, the lioness smiling at you with her own tears in the corner of her eyes, "it‘s going to be a boy."

nothing but pride shone through her eyes as her smile showed her happiness.

-

"What if he doesn‘t want to be a sky blue?" Esme asked as the two of you laid on the couch, the tall girl absentmindedly playing with your hair. "What if he wants to be a red devil? That would be the worst" she grumbled, continuing to ramble about the choice of club.

Chuckling into her chest, you couldn‘t help but admire her, she often told you about the things she wanted to show your baby boy and let you feel like the prettiest person alive by just looking about you. It was amusing that she was seriously concerned which club your little man would support. "You know I think red is the better colour"

"I know" the blonde groaned, hiding her face, "you‘re lucky I love you"

"I love you too"

Pulling her in for a sweet kiss, she smiled against your lips. Gently, her hand slipped under your shirt, fingertips dancing across your spine as you melted with one another. Kissing Esme will always be one of your favorite things to do.

"I love our boy even if he doesn‘t support City"

-

It was the 28th March when the two of you finally met your baby boy.

-

"Are you my favorite boy, yes you are" Esme smiled, your son in her arms as he looked at her with wide eyes, somehow a smile plastered on his face.

-

Esme loved being a mum, the same as you did. It fulfilled her heart with so much pride, love and passion.

"Look at your mommy, she‘s the most amazing person in the world" she held the boy who was looking everywhere but at your sleeping figure on the couch.

"I love her very much" she continued, "and she makes me so happy."

"I met her when I was 14, that‘s a little bit older than you are at the moment, my boy and I immediately fell in love with her"

-

"I‘m so sorry" a young Esme apologized over and over after she had bumped into you, your books and notes falling out of your hands. In a matter of seconds she was squatted down, picking up your stuff while you joined her, "i didn’t see you" she muttered, desperately trying to pick up each pen.

"It‘s okay"

As she went to grab the last pen, your mind had the same thought. Your hands touched for a brief of a second, the blonde looking up, her breath caught in her throat, "now, i see you" and you were absolutely breathtaking. Esme had never seen someone as pretty as you.

-

"9 years later, i still think the same. Your mommy is breathtaking" she smiled fondly as your son looked at Esme with big eyes.

"I asked her to be my girlfriend through a love letter. She made me feel like a poet, lovely words ran through my mind, your mommy running through my mind all day long, even at night."

-

The sun was setting, the sky beautiful with it colours as the two of you walked through the streets. Esme, the sweetheart she was, not accepting "I can walk home on my own, I’m old enough"

She walked beside you, your hands softly brushing against one another’s. You wanted to hold hers but you were too shy to take matters into your own hands, so you accepted the touch of brush.

Esme didn’t.

After the third brush, she just slipped her hand in yours, your heart racing at her gentle touch. "Is that okay?" she asked, not looking at you.

"Yes" you replied.

So while one of her hands held yours, the other one was hidden in her jacket, the love letter between her fingertips.

"Thank you for walking me home" you smiled, your hand not leaving hers, not yet.

"Always"

You looked at each other, soft smiles displayed on your faces, "um, this is for you" shyly and with red cheeks she pulled out the envelope, your name written in cursive on it.

You were about to open it as she stopped you, "don‘t. not now"

She looked vulnerable - you respected her wishes.

-

"I still remember what i wrote in that letter"

-

'My y/n,

As i sit down to write this letter, my heart, my body and mind is bursting with emotions.

Forgive me, if some sentences don’t make any sense - my mind is spinning, consumed by the thought of you.

I love the way you laugh, the sound of your giggles music to my ears.

I love the way you smile, how it reaches the corner of your eyes.

I love the way you talk, your voice expressive and gentle.

I wake up with the intention to make you smile and laugh.

I go to be with the hope that you follow me into my dreams - you do.

I dream about you at night, at day and about the future, our future.

The moment i laid my eyes on you, i knew that my heart would be yours - forever.

I respect you.

You make me feel happy, dizzy and relaxed - i feel safe with you.

Yet words will never be enough to describe the things you let me feel.

You are special.

I want you to be my girlfriend, so I’m asking you: do you love me the same way i love you?

-Esme:)‘

-

"Your mama was very romantic" the blonde chuckled, her index finger softly caressing along the boys cheek as his eyes fell shut every now and then. It didn‘t stop the City player - she continued talking.

She continued with the story, how she asked you to marry her and talked about your reaction, how she asked every important person in your life for their blessing, something you appreciated so much.

"One day, someone will love you the way i love your mommy" she whispered, your son fast asleep in her arms.

Pressing a tender kiss to his forehead, she laid him in his crib, admiring as her heart swelled with love. What she failed to realize was that you weren‘t sleeping anymore - that you were wide awake, listening to the things she told your baby boy.

Gently, you snuggled her arms around her waist, the girl frightened for a moment before she realized it was you. Her favorite girl on earth.

"You‘re still a hopeless romantic"

She turned in your hold, her own arms wrapping around your waist as yours changed their position.

"What else did you hear?" the defender asked, cheeks crimson red - you made her mind spin, knees weak and heart race, she felt shy and nervous. Even after years, you still had the same effect on her.

"Everything"

-

"Do you want to surprise your mama?" you asked the boy who babbled about something, happily accepting the fact that he was in your arms, small hands gripping your shirt.

Esme was at training, the boy and you at home while you got your son ready for her surprise. Yesterday, the surprise finally arrived and you couldn‘t be more excited to see her reaction. You bought a mini city jersey, the name Morgan displayed on the back with her number 14.

Your son looked absolutely adorable.

Excited, you waited patiently for her to return, occupying the boy with some simple things.

"My love, I’m home" she called after what felt like an eternity, "wow" she stopped in her tracks, the sky blue catching her eyes immediately. "What‘s this?" she asked confused.

"What does it look like?" you hand her the boy who clapped his hand as she eyed his outfit. Esme’s heart made jumps as she saw her baby boy with her jersey, "you‘re such a cute little boy" the mama stated happily as she caressed his cheeks.

"Where‘s yours, my love?" she asked, eyes on you as she took a step towards you to peck your lips.

"In the drawer" you looked at her, raising a brow, "do you want me to put it on?"

Enthusiastically she nodded, "pretty please"

5 minutes later, you walked in the living room your two favorite people seated on the couch. As soon as you entered the room, Esme’s eyes lit up, "you look beautiful" she breathed, the sky blue making her happy as the jersey hugged your body perfectly. You took a seat beside her, your head falling against her shoulder while one of her arms made its way around your waist. Your son was already asleep in her touch, the boy never one to stay awake for long if his mama held him.

"I know you‘re a gunner, my love, but seeing you in this shirt makes me so incredibly happy" she mumbled, "and our little boy also wearing one, I can‘t describe the things i‘m feeling."

"Even though I prefer red over blue, sky blue will always be my favorite" you smiled, leaning up to kiss her, softly.

Wrapped up in your own little lovely bubble, it caught you by surprise when your son‘s first left his mouth.

"mama"

[punctatum]

High Honour Arthur Morgan Relationship Headcanons

No specific gender & they/them pronouns used

Sex headcanons are also included in this post

Arthur is such a kisser. In the mornings, he’ll kiss you so slowly that it makes your mind go fuzzy. But, when the two of you are horny, he kisses you like he’s fucking your mouth. He’ll also just steal kisses from you throughout the day, sliding his hand around your waist.

If he’s away from camp for a while and hasn’t seen you, he’ll always bring you back a gift. It could be a piece of jewellery or whatever trinkets he finds. He’s always thinking about you on missions.

He’s such a romantic. If you two are long distance, he’ll write you so many letters. Every week you get a new one from him, detailing whatever he’s been up to, and suggestions for where you both should meet up.

He remembers the little things, your favourite colour, food, scent, sweets. He always looks for things related to them to gift to you. He also pays so much attention to your interests and listens to you ramble.

He’s definitely into physical contact and isn’t afraid of PDA. He’ll sometimes wrap his arm around your waist in public to let everyone know that you’re his. He’s also not afraid to kiss you in front of the other gang members.

I’ve seen a lot of people talk about Arthur Morgan having public sex with his partner, but I don’t personally think he’s that kind of guy. He’d want to treat his partner so right, and he’d make sure that they’re comfortable. He’d give such royalty treatment.

When you two fuck, he could be so tender or so violent, there’s no in between. Sometimes he switches up during, too.

This man is NOT afraid of period sex. In fact, he’ll want to give you even more than usual when you’re on your period. (If you have one)

(I might add to this)

[fallenprophets]

How can I make it OK?

Arthur Morgan x reader

PART 1 🌀 PART 2

Summary : you're homesick.

gender neutral reader, no use of y/n, not explicitly romantic unless you wanna read it that way, 3K words

Warnings : swearing, mentions of suicide, panic attack described in semi detail, not the jolliest thing i've ever written

A/N : first post that's actually writing in 2025 ! wrote most of this on the train while listening to house in nebraska by ethel cain and more than this by wolf alice so yeah. also this isn't arthur heavy in the sense that it's reader rambling about being homesick mostly. to be read in a southern accent as god intended

Of all the places I have travelled with the Van Der Linde gang, I think this is my least favourite. 

Living- or rather, camping- in the ruins of some plantation, bodies of the former owners stagnating in the pond. Sometimes I hear ‘em- the ghosts, in the walls, screamin’. I know it’s my mind, playing tricks on me; but it’s harder to have that rational thought when you’re lying alone in the middle of the night, wind whistling through broken windows. It’s not that I don’t like having a roof over my head. Shit, everyone in this godforsaken gang is happy to have a real shelter from the weather, even one as flimsy as this house. So I shut my mouth, hunt as I’m expected-which is what I am doing now, borrowed bow over my shoulder, quiver resting comfortingly between my shoulder blades. 

Hunting is familiar. Back in the Grizzlies, where my daddy raised me, we’d go out any time of day, in any weather, hunt for the coming storms. I’d do everything the way he taught me to- lay out traps, wait behind a boulder, bow in hand. It builds patience, he told me when I asked why the hell we didn’t just track the damn animal, instead of waitin’ in the cold for it to find us. 

Now, it’s not cold, and dear old daddy ain’t here to help. 

I left my horse hitched by a lake, with enough grass for him to be fed and well until I bring back something worthy of Pearson. It’s near sunrise; already, the heat is uncomfortable; my skin is sticky, my clothes uncomfortable. It’s moments like these that I long for the snow. 

I wipe my forehead with the back of my head. I’ve been walking for a little while now, waiting for a pack of deer to pass by. There’s something that bothers me about killing them- maybe it’s their eyes, so big and brown, caught frozen as they stare at you. Or maybe it’s their resemblance to this little girl I knew, at a local village at the base of the mountain where I grew up. 

I shake the thought of her big brown eyes and twitchy nose as I spot a herd of ‘em, grazing near a small stream. There’s enough light for me to count them- seven, big enough to feed us. 

I get on one knee, like my daddy taught me. Notch an arrow in the bow, pull it back. One of the poor animals raises its head, looks in my direction. 

Before I can hesitate, I let go, and the arrow flies; a fraction of a second later, it has notched itself in the animal’s throat. It falls; its friends, the rest of its herd (its gang, I think, almost laughing) scamper off, into the woods. I don’t go after them. Pearson will have to do with this, and whatever herbs or mushrooms I’m able to pick up. 

The doe is dead by the time I reach her. I kneel. Pull the arrow from her neck; thick, sticky blood gets on my hands. I almost reach for snow, to clean it off; curse myself when my fingertips meet grass and mud. The doe’s dead eye stares up at me, brown and empty as the sky. I resist the urge to close them. 

“Sorry, sweet.” I whisper it as I hoist her up, put her over my shoulder. She’s heavy. I must be getting blood on my shirt- it’s a shame, because it’s my favourite colour, and I’ve just bought it. 

I swallow any regrets I feel as I walk back to my horse, the weight of the doe uncomfortable against my bow and quiver. 

You’re the reason she won’t come home, a little voice whispers in my head. I stop, then, because my chest is tightening and I can’t really breathe. I say something incoherent. The fields around me are empty- it’s just me and this doe. 

I drop her into the mud and loosen my shirt, gasping for air. I want cold, I want crisp mountain air; not this thick, humid, barely-air that clogs my throat and makes my lungs heavy. 

I dig my fingers into the mud and grass, as I would have done in the snow, back home. Home. What a weird thought. I catch the dead doe’s eye again, and that’s when the tears come, thick and hot and nasty, blurring my vision. So stupid, I think, as I force myself to stare at her. She- no, it- is just an animal. She doesn’t have a home, not the way I did. Do. 

I think of crying out for help, but that’s pathetic, and I’m a lot of things, but pathetic ain’t one of them. 

I think I stay there, on my knees, fingers deep in the mud, for a long time- when my vision clears again and I’ve stopped gasping for air, the sky is clear, clear blue, no traces of sunrise left. If I focus hard enough on it, I can almost pretend I’m back in the mountains. 

I get up, teeth digging into my tongue to prevent any new feelings from resurfacing. I’m not in the goddamn mountains. All that’s left for me there is two frozen bodies deep beneath the snow, and a hut that’s probably been raided or taken over by some other gang. 

I pick the doe up, this time careful to avoid looking at her face. Its face. It’s an animal, not my goddamn sister. 

I make it back to my horse without another incident; strap the doe across his back and climb onto his saddle. His name is Coal, ‘cause of the colour o’ him- black and charcoal grey, a streak of white down his face. 

“Hey, boy,” I murmur to him as I flick the reigns. My voice is shaky, hoarse; it’s obvious that I’ve been crying. 

Coal begins to trot back to camp. I think of changing direction, of going to Rhodes, clear my thoughts. But I gotta bring this back to Pearson, or he’ll skin me. 

The camp is still there when I return, which is a relief. I don’t think I’ll forget the moment when I came back after a hunt and found everyone gone, everything burned to the ground. 

I shiver at the memory and get off Coal. “I’ll come ‘nd fix your saddle later,” I say to him, scratching his neck. He grunts, in a tone I hope is affectionate. I remove the doe, put her back over my shoulder. Make it to Pearson’s stand, where he’s angrily chopping vegetables. 

“Hey,” I say, dropping the doe in front of him. I angle her head- her eyes- away from me. “Got some meat.” 

“I can see that,” is Pearson’s kind answer. 

I ignore him and walk away again, into the derelict house we’ve been callin’ home for the last few weeks. My room is on the top floor; I wish I shared it with someone, but I got lucky (Dutch’s words) and got my own, private room. 

I tug off my bloodstained shirt and drop it on the floor. There’s nothin’ to be done about my trousers- they’re the only pair I’ve got (the others have just been washed, and hang soaking wet outside) and I don’t plan on walking around bare-legged. 

I change quickly. Sit down on the bed, stare at the wall. 

I don’t know how long I stay like that; starin’ at the peeling wallpaper, trying to pretend it’s the same white as the snow I used to see out my window. Obviously, the pretendin’ don’t work, because it’s not the snow, it’s a crumbling fuckin’ wall in a crumbling fuckin’ house. I stand, take a deep breath in (of hot, hot, humid, thick air), push it out. It ain’t cleansing- I don’t feel better once I’ve tasted the surrounding bogs- but it’s enough to calm my heartbeat, and make me feel somewhat human again. 

For the rest of the day, I help around camp, doing stupid, mind-numbing tasks. I try not to think of the mountains, and how much better than this godforsaken swamp they were. People talk to me, and I answer, polite and all. I eat Pearson’s stew, listen to another grandiose speech about Dutch’s plan (or, as far as I’m concerned, concepts of a plan). I finally find a moment of quiet sitting on a log, staring out at the swamp. Not the prettiest sight; all brown and green, with hints of yellow dust. 

I’m alone for only a few minutes before I hear footsteps. I turn, and find Arthur approaching, taking his cigarette packet from his satchel. I shift on the log I’m sitting on, making the split second decision that his company is something I want right now. 

He sits next to me, silently. Offers me a cigarette (I decline with a shake of my head and a wave of my hand) then lights his own with a match. He stays quiet for a little while, blowing smoke from his mouth, tinting the world blue and grey. 

It’s strange, sitting next to him. He don’t mind being quiet; seems to like my company well enough, ‘cause he keeps coming back here to smoke. 

He’s the one who found me, all that time ago, on a solo hunt in the Grizzlies. It was at the edge of the mountains, where it starts to get warmer; where the sun melts away most of the snow. Was from Blackwater, he said- I asked if I could go back with him. Promised I’d leave ‘em all alone when I got there, I just needed a job, as far from my daddy’s corpse as I could get. He’d said yes, maybe reluctantly. 

Turns out, I’d found somethin' better than a job. Not quite a family, but a gang, people to rely on, people to distract me from the emptiness created by my father’s death. I suppose it’s these people keeping me here, in this swampy nowhere, sweating my socks off. Here, I’ve got people- back in the mountains, I’ve got two dead bodies and an empty house. 

My chest tightens again, and wordlessly, I take the cigarette from Arthur’s hand, take a long drag. I hand it back, still silent, and dig my fingernails into my knuckles. 

“You miss home?” Arthur asks me, his words marked by the smoke curling from his mouth. I take the cigarette from his fingers again, press it between my teeth, inhale ‘till I can blame the burning in my eyes on the smoking rather than whatever has grabbed hold of me; whatever old, buried feeling I’d thought long gone had chosen to make an appearance. Guess it must be more obvious than I thought, that I’m feelin’ odd, ‘cause he clearly smelled it on me. 

“I don’t know, I guess,” I say, softly, fiddling with the dirty fabric of my trousers as I hand the cigarette back; as if I don’t know the answer, as if I haven’t spent half my goddamn life thinking about this. I exhale, blowing out smoke from my nose.  “Never really thought about it.” The lie burns in my throat, so thick I can hardly breathe. 

It’s not the stability that I miss. The weather in the Grizzlies was nothin’ permanent, not in any sense- one minute it’s a blizzard, the next you’re standing staring at the bright blue sky, knee deep in snow. I guess it’s the wolves howling, it’s the comfort of a fire as wind rattles against the window panes; it’s even the way the stars look after three days holed up inside. There’s no one thing I miss or don’t miss- I just know I miss it, so much that my chest tightens at the thought. 

When my daddy got shot, three- no, four- years ago, I thought the one answer was to leave that place behind; pack up my clothes and go out into the Wild Wild West, make my own future away from the smell of his freshly dug grave, right next to my mama’s frozen bones. And when I came across Arthur, and later his gang of gung-ho outlaws, who seemed ready to take on the world, I thought that was it- my life was set. 

But I don’t like the constant moving like I used to. It don’t feel like adventure anymore; it feels like escaping, like we’re always running from something. 

“I don’t…” I hesitate, reach up to dig my nails into the dip of my collarbone, try to dig the feeling out, hold it up to the light to examine it. “I guess it’s different.” A veiled confession. Away from the Grizzlies (away from home) it’s hot, stiflingly so; I can’t climb onto my horse without breaking a sweat. It’s already too warm by the time the sun rises- clothes sticking to your skin uncomfortably, flies buzzing above, drowning in the smell of swampy nothingness as soon as your eyes open. I don’t hate it- it has become familiar, but familiar in the way the weight of a revolver at my hip has become familiar; the way the constant paranoia that clogs my throat has become familiar. 

“Different how?” 

Another pause, as I scuff the yellow dust ground with the toe of my boot. Different in a whole lotta ways, I want to tell him; even the colour of the sky isn’t quite the same back home. 

Home. I think of the snow as I stare at the yellowed leather of my shoes. Where there’s snow and wolves and no people to shoot at you unless you really look for it. 

“I don’t know,” I say, even though my whole body knows; it courses through me, the knowledge that a few days ride away is the mountains, and the snow. “It just is.”

The answer dissatisfies him, I think. “C’mon,” he says in that gruff voice of his. “You gotta be able to find one difference between here and the goddamn Grizzlies.” 

“’S warmer,” I say, the words followed by a short, slightly forced laugh. “Don’t snow as much.” 

He snorts, shaking his head. “Alright,” he responds, maybe a little condescendingly. “Think o’ anything else?” 

“You got less wolves down here,” I add, after a few moments. I don’t say that I miss the sound of them howling; that when I close my eyes, I try to picture it, try to pretend I’m back there instead of here. 

“Alright.” He says it kinder this time, like we’re getting somewhere. 

“The sky looks different.” I dig my fingers in deeper. He offers me the cigarette; I take it, repurpose the burning in my throat. The smoke flickers around me as I exhale. “It’s- clearer, up there. More blue.” Here, the sky is tinted almost yellow. It ain’t ugly, but it ain’t home. 

He doesn’t answer, now, staring out at the swamps. I don’t know how he feels about this place- about Rhodes, and the foreignness of Saint Denis, with its factories and smoke and cobbled roads. I wonder if he misses home- if he ever had one to begin with. “I guess I do miss it,” I say, to fill the silence more than anything. “But… I don’t know, I don’t think I wanna go back.” Alone is the word I don’t add. I think- maybe- if I had the gang, my new family, I’d go back to the Grizzlies. After we escaped Blackwater, and hid out in that abandoned town up in the mountains; that was the happiest I’d been for a long time. 

But alone isn’t something I want to be. Not the way I was alone, the few weeks after my father passed- just me and the freshly dug grave, me and the wolves, me and the gun that killed him, sittin’ on the table, an unwanted temptation. 

“I don’t wanna be alone again.” It comes out soft, hoarse, pathetic, the words grating in my throat, like sandpaper on my tongue. 

It’s true. Yes, home is in the mountains; I know that now, when my chest clenches at the simple thought of the snow. But home is also with these people- with Arthur, and Mary-Beth, and Pearson, and the rest of them. Hell, even Kieran, the O’Driscoll boy, has become home, in a way. Home is not just the place where I grew up (the place where my daddy now lies); home is also the people that have become my family; who have embraced me so kindly and warmly. I know deep in my stomach that if I were to leave now, take a horse back to the hut, I’d end up like my daddy, a bullet in my head and a gun in my hand. 

He did it ‘cause he was lonely. So lonely that even I wasn’t enough to stop him from pulling the trigger. Lived in the mountains his whole life, but he had my mama then, and his parents. I guess fifty years of snow and not much else can drive you insane. 

My hand goes to my temple; I dig my fingers into the skin, right where I found the bullet in his head. 

“Y’won’t be,” he responds gruffly. He’s finished his cigarette, and yet he’s not made any attempt to get up, leave me with my thoughts. I snort, wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. 

“Don’t know that,” I say. “With the Pinkertons on our asses, ‘nd all.” It’s meant to be lighthearted, but it comes out quiet, rough. 

“Yeah, but they’ve always been on our asses.” He puts a hand on my leg; it engulfs my entire knee. “Tell you what.” He hesitates, clearin’ his throat a little. Squeezes my knee. “I’ll take you huntin’, once a week- or twice, or less, if you want.” 

“I go huntin’ anyway,” I answer. “Not in the mountains, y’don’t.” My chest both tightens and loosens at the same time. I swallow; my heart is thumping in my chest. I put my hand to my collarbone again, digging my nails in. “C’mon, it’ll do you good. Cold air and all that.” 

I know there’s a deeper meaning to that. Cold air- he’s giving me the chance to go home, and not by myself. Even if it’s not for long, it’s enough- to feel the snow again, to hear the wolves. Maybe once I’ll camp overnight, ride back to camp in the morning. The idea fills me with hope- a feeling we’re all starved of, these days. 

“Really?” Is all I manage to croak out. 

“What, you don’t wanna?”

I laugh, and it’s genuine this time. “No, I- I wanna.”

“Alright then.” He gives my knee a last squeeze, then stands. I stand with him, smooth my shirt with the flat of my hand. “Tomorrow then?” Tomorrow. Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow. I’d sing, if my throat weren’t so damn tight. My eyes sting, and I wipe at my nose with my hand. 

“Thank you,” I say, quietly. He don’t respond, but he nods, and I think maybe he smiles a little. 

Tomorrow. Tomorrow I’ll get to take a piece of my new home to the place I grew up- someone I love, to the place that holds my heart. 

I watch him walk away; and suddenly, the humidity don’t feel so bad anymore. 

[yanderes-galore]

hybrid Arthur concept? please and ty

Sure! Here's Arthur being a big strong buck for his obsession.

Yandere! Stag! Arthur Morgan Concept

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Stalking, Possessive behavior, Manipulation, Violence, Blood, Murder, Dubious companionship/relationship.

Arthur's childhood had consisted of him growing up around hybrids he probably shouldn't have.

Since he was a young fawn just barely getting used to swapping forms, he's been raised with predators.

Arthur's main parental figures were a panther and an owl.

Not only that, but he grew up alongside a wolf hybrid.

This was Dutch, Hosea, and John...

They could've easily viewed him as prey, but they didn't.

Dutch, despite being able to easily hunt Arthur, treated him as though he was a son.

Even John, as a young wolf pup, was told to be careful when play fighting alongside Arthur.

Now, as an adult, Arthur grew up into a strong and impressive stag.

He may be a deer... but he has the heart of a predator due to the hybrids he grew up around.

Stag! Arthur can be a yandere with either platonic or romantic intentions.

He seems like he'd be a good role model for a fellow hybrid in Dutch's gang.

That and he also seems like he'd be a very protective partner.

As a stag, Arthur naturally feels like he has to be the muscle of the group at times.

The other muscle tends to be Charles (Bison) and Bill (Bear).

Arthur has been considered a strong foe due to the fact he has such large antlers.

It's very easy to be gored by them if he isn't using a gun to finish the job.

By his age, Arthur is also fully capable of swapping between animal and partial human form.

Arthur's obsession may be a smaller hybrid than him, which often makes Arthur feel he should be around you all the time.

Imagine being a smaller hybrid than a stag... only for a large stag to always hover around you, even when you're both humans.

Arthur is more protective than possessive, but he knows how to keep others away from what he deems as his own.

For example, he's aware that Micah likes to cause trouble.

The rat learns to be cautious when he's caught by Arthur, the stag staring him down.

Arthur is technically a prey animal... Although he's big enough to act like a predator due to being raised by Dutch.

Many others in the gang call him out on this, but Arthur never has any time for them.

Arthur is surprisingly solitary, even with his obsession.

He doesn't often lay down with his obsession unless he feels he has to protect them.

Although... If you came to him, Arthur would accept you with open arms.

He's definitely the more "guardian-like" compared to his fellow hybrids.

He's full of courage and would sacrifice himself for those he loves.

He isn't selfish... something he often presses John on as a wolf.

You can trust Arthur, even when he seems to overstep boundaries.

He's often around you when you want to talk.

He'll sit by the fire and watch you, listening quietly as you ramble away at him.

He's kind enough to listen... even finds it endearing.

Not only that, but Arthur will even follow you around as his stag form.

Feel like you're being watched? You'll no doubt turn to see a stag watching you from afar.

He'd even follow you in the snow.

Arthur wouldn't mind if his obsession was a human or a hybrid.

He'd still look after them or court them.

It's a bit cute to see a stag so attached to you.

But at the same time you wish he would give you some privacy and not follow you around like a predator will harm you.

Perhaps he's just used to that idea... Especially if you're a prey hybrid or human.

He may even grow more concerned when Dutch starts to snap, knowing the panther is capable of killing those too close.

Arthur is a cautious hybrid, it's in his nature.

I can definitely see him just sleeping away in his tent as either his human or stag form...

Then you come to him, asking for warmth or something.

Just...Just hear me out... deer cuddles.

Arthur would not mind giving his obsession deer cuddles.

In fact, he adores it... It makes him think he's yours and you're his.

This was an idea that was talked about awhile ago but... Arthur may give you his old antlers as gifts.

Yet to add to that, it may not just be the antlers themselves.

I can see Arthur crafting them into something to give you.

Just so it seems more original.

I can see Arthur doing just about anything to keep you in his sight.

Not only that, but he's just as capable of killing as any other predator.

If you were ever in trouble, the other person should prepare to have a stag bolt at them.

Stags are bulky, they are definitely capable of doing some damage with their antlers.

Arthur prefers to use his stag form to covertly protect you.

Although, if it's gang work, he'll swap to his mostly human form.

Another thing to add about his stag form... Arthur would let you ride him.

Y'know... like.. on his back?

Arthur could probably support you if you're human.

Although it's even better if you are a small hybrid just riding on him.

Arthur probably also grooms you in his tent with his tongue.

It's not anything that intimate for him, he just views it as affection.

It just feels more intimate if he's romantic towards you.

Arthur is pretty much the same as how he is normally.

It's just as a stag, he's more durable and protective due to his large size.

It isn't new to see Arthur with blood on his antlers.

He's no fool, he knows how to use them.

He was taught how to use them.

Arthur, even if he doesn't think of himself as that good of a hybrid, may even teach you a few things if you're a young hybrid.

Struggling to swap forms? He did too... let him help.

Need to hunt? Sure, he can help, even if he isn't all that into hunting.

That's another thing that changes, Arthur is an herbivore, meaning he tends to turn down eating meat.

Which also means Arthur won't bite to mark his obsession.

Instead he keeps them close, snuggling up to them and watching over them.

It's amusing to Dutch.

Arthur used to be solitary when sleeping at night.

Now the stag insists on having you in his tent to rest for the night.

The entire time he keeps you tucked against him, watching for anyone that gets too close.

His fur is really soft even though he doesn't clean it often.

If he's in stag form, he often nuzzles his nose into you with a soft huff.

He loves you, really does... Stags aren't all that known for being loyal to one person...

But for you it seems like he could do anything.

In terms of intense yandere behavior... Arthur tends to stalk.

He doesn't trust many around you so one could consider him isolating.

Not many dare to go near you since it would be so easy to get Arthur's antlers in their gut.

If you tried to run from Arthur or flee the gang, he probably wouldn't let you leave.

He doesn't understand why you would anyways.

He's doing his best to watch over you...

Is he coming off too strong?

Funnily enough, like Dutch in panther form...

Arthur stalks you through the woods until you get tired.

Then, when the time is right, he'll drag you back to camp on his back if he has to.

Overall, Stag! Arthur is protective and defensive with his obsession.

He's capable of doing damage and, despite his prey status, is just as ruthless as any predator.

No one will take you from him... He's always watching you.

He can be your protector... you just need to stop pushing him away.

[avatarofthetired]

Monthly mechs wrap up (wanted an excuse to ramble about mechs)

Lots of ramblings under the cut!!

Okay so mechs wrap up as in favorites and such

I may be biased due to what I’m currently listening to, but whatever

Favorite Album

So my current favorite album has got to be OUATIS because it has an overall great vibe with the music itself, it has Nastya present in the story, what more could you ask for? And also it has that SoundCloud live version with alternate roles and that absolutely fucks

But that’s my all time favorite, that’s always my favorite and probably (?) always will be, so I’m also going to give honorable mention to HNOC, its most certainly a love hate relationship depending on the day, but at the moment I’m loving it. It features some of my absolute favorite voices (Raph and Ashes), features a lot of Ivy on trumpet, has a fun little vibe, a solid story, and a tube sun! A lot of the songs from that album right now are favorites, so we take it

Favorite Mechanism

Okay so this one is always really hard, so I’m just going to do my top three in no particular order except that’s really hard as well but okay

So we have Ivy, she’s such an interesting character, her fiction makes me quite sad but also very intrigued you know? She also just has such style, in in love with the academic type style it’s lovely, and on the topic of academics she’s a bookworm and archivist!! (And Morgan himself I believe is a reader which is awesome). Her lines in the shows are always my favorite spoken bits too, especially Saturday DTTM “and now, unless you want us to sing…” *crowd screams yes* “see we like these ones”

Then Nastya, she’s definitely a character of all time. I agree with Kofi when they said that Nastya is probably the most developed character, I love it. Cyberian Demons is such an incredible song set on its own as well, and her backstory puts me in such pain. The “they were never meant to start a fight” goes so hard with the way she said it idk I mean this probably relates to her actor better but still. She’s like a tired older sister/carer role person in Lashings and it’s an absolute mood. She’s also very pretty

Ough who do I put here, do I put TS for its absolute wonderful madness, do I put Raphaella for her voice and her outfit and her WINGS, do I put Tim for his raw anger and energy (and goofy vibes), do I put Ashes for being both badass and terrifying, do I put Marius for his silly, larger than life personality and hidden sorrow, do I put Brian for his drum, banjo, everyotherinstrumentheplays skills and compelling backstory, do I put Jonny for… Jonny reasons, WHO DO I PUT?

Okay fuck it we’re only doing top two

Favorite Liveshow

Gotta be either Gender Rebels, Lashings, Revenge of Port Mahon, that one SoundCloud one I forget the name, or Saturday DTTM shit that’s a lot more than one uh

At the moment I’d say it’s Gender Rebels for the pure chaos that comes with Tim being the narrator (nastya punching Tim away from the mic is dear in my heart as well)

I think I just like the shows where the crew has to make do without Jonny because a few days ago my favorite was certainly lashings, probably because of the absolutely wonderful song lineup (rocket girl <333), the presence of Carmilla, the fact that Jessica was making up most of TS on the spot or the night before (TS used to have a wind up key!), and Nastya and Ivy focus of course

But yeah all of them are peak I have watched and listened many times

Favorite Song(s)

From each album of course there’s no choosing an overall favorite fuck that

OUAT(IS) - I absolutely love the whole album, I was going to say I love the second half but I think I just don’t like once/old king Cole as much as the others, but yeah the “second half” is peak, I think my favorite is either The Aurora Strikes (yes, the spoken track, it was the first one I memorized okay) Sleeping Beauty, or No Happy Ending, the vibes are immaculate and both of them just hit so hard, make me feel like fighting God

UDAD - This is a tie between Ties that Bind and Underworld Blues, because Ties is a Raph song and it’s just a lot of fun I really adore the rhythm of the chorus, and because Underworld Blues is such a SONG like HOLY SHIT they all get some singing time and it rocksssssss. Wait actually I forgot about Torn Suits them all singing over each other is absolutely fire never mind paragraph cancelled I love Torn Suits that’s it

HNOC - this may be the hardest one actually, picking my favorite out of Empty Trail, Hellfire, Blood and Whiskey, Skin and Bone, and Holder of the GRAIL feels impossible, I’m going to say Holder of the GRAIL is my favorite at the moment though because the captain is literally just a little guy it’s adorable and so sad :(((

TBI - fuuuuck uh okay we’re splitting this up into two, first half I gotta say Losing Track, hearing them all sing together and Odin go “mah train :3” as they’re all being so serious will never not slap, but also Loki and Sigyn and Red Signal and Expert Testimony exist but we’re saying Losing Track, and second half is definitely Ragnarok II The Calling because of “COSMIC MADNESS REIGNS” as well as the Tim/Raph overlapping singing it’s incredible

Oh I forgot about the Tales

TTBT I - Tim 👏 Goes 👏 Crazy 👏 no explanation, no questioning, that’s the answer

TTBT II - I can’t not say lost in the cosmos, it’s an incredible song so pretty and melancholy, Alice is also awesome it’s kinda haunting and creepy and off and beautiful

Favorite Quote

“Everybody, the music is broken. There is no more music” I quote this much more than I should, yesterday I was playing Minecraft and it glitched and without thinking I said this. Perplexed Nastya my beloved

Honorable mention to “GENDER IDENTITIES!” because yes tim, there were in fact gender identities present, well done

Reblog with your own (/nf) I want to see general mechs opinions pleaseeeee

[allexthakatt]

Hi there!

I would like to request something with angst/fluff with Derek Morgan! He does not have enough fics.

Have a nice day:)

Heyooo! Thank you so much for this request! You didn't specify whether you wanted it fem! Or male! So I'm gonna just stick with gender neutral! I hope that's okay!!

PAIRING- Derek Morgan x FEM! Reader

CW- None really, just mostly fluff and some mutual pining. Lots of self doubt from reader tho, does that count?

Mixed Signals

"Reid, Prentiss, I want you both to go to the coroner's office. JJ, go with Dave to the police station. Y/n, you and Morgan go look at the crime scene, see if there was anything we missed. I need to see the Mayor about his ties to the victims. We'll all meet back here."

Hotch's authoritarian voice ordering the team to their respective tasks. You look over at your partner, already with a smirk on his face.

"Looks like it's me and you sweetheart. You ready?"

With a nod, you both get in the SUV, you preparing yourself for what you'll be exposed to in the next 20 minutes. It's one thing to see it in photos in your binder, but to see right in front of you can always be a bit unnerving. No matter how long you've been doing this job, you never really get used to the dead bodies you see almost daily. Especially the more brutal murders.

"You okay?"

Morgan's voice pulls you out of your thoughts, nodding your head in response.

"Oh yeah. You know me, just gonna prepare the ol' noggin before we see some fucked up shit, ya know?"

He nods in agreement, keeping a mental note to check in on you periodically.

Yours and Morgan's friendship is a weird one. There's always been this lingering tension in the air when it's just the two of you. You have a guess as to why, but never really let yourself explore those outcomes.

If you were honest with yourself, you really liked him. More than a friend. Morgan was there for you when you needed him most. He was so charming, so charismatic, yet such a goofball in his own way. Not to mention how stupidly handsome he is.

A big reason as to why you never made a move or said anything is because he confuses you to no end.

He flirts with you constantly, and not the playful flirting he does with Garcia, either. It's genuine, he checks you out, your hugs are longer and closer than with all your other friends. It's times like those where you think he may reciprocate the feelings toward you.

But then, every single time the team and you go out for drinks, he's getting all these women surrounding him. Which, of course he does, look at him! It wouldn't make you feel as bad if he didn't so obviously enjoy the attention. The confidence oozes from him, he grinds right back on them, more often than not going back home with one of them at the end of the night. And that's not even mentioning the numerous female detectives he's got in his phone.

You'd never been so confused about your feelings in your life.

Reid had been quick to attempt to ease your insecurities. 'Morgan is... a ladies man, he never really has had a serious long relationship before. I know he likes you, he wouldn't flirt with you like he does if he didn't. However when it comes to feelings, Morgan isn't exactly known for putting them in the spotlight. He deflects it by showing his flashy personality around the people he's afraid to be vulnerable with. That way he has the upper hand at all times to avoid getting hurt.'

Reid rambled on that night after you'd confided in him about it. You have to admit, it does make sense- Show the confident side so you'll never have to show the vulnerable one.

Doesn't make it hurt any less, nor any less confusing.

-

The case was prolonged yet again. The unsub had an upper hand in knowledge of what the police and FBI were doing regarding the investigation, due to a certain police officer having a hand in some of the victims untimely and unfortunate deaths.

After all was done and unsubs were apprehended, the flight home was... tense.

There's always that dread hanging in the air on the way home after every case.

We could have saved more.

We should have seen the signs.

We should have done this specific thing sooner.

Regardless, you were all happy to be going home after almost two weeks of dealing with this case.

All the team was doing their own thing on the jet. With about an hour and a half left in the air you were just busying yourself. Reid, of course, is reading. Prentiss and JJ talking about something Will said over the phone. Hotch and Rossi discussing the case that is now closed. You attempting to write in your journal; something your therapist had suggested a while ago that is now almost a daily thing.

And then there's Morgan. Who's trying to sleep. Trying.

You keep doing little things that just drive him crazy. The hair flip you have to do to get hair out of your face. When you think, you push the back of the pen near your lips, puckering them in the process.

That? Right there? Is going to be the death of him.

He's trying to keep it cool, trying to make it seem like he definitely isn't harboring the fattest crush on you. But with you just being... You; it's getting harder and harder to pretend he isn't thinking of all the ways he could call you his.

This was new for him. He's usually so confident and suave. When it comes to you, though, he's tripping over his words, second guessing himself, trying his hardest not to embarrass himself in front of you. It's like he's 13 again.

-

When you finally land, Emily suggests the idea of going to the bar. It's not too late, and you could use a little something to take the edge off. All but Hotch and JJ agree, having to go home to their children.

After agreeing to a bar, you, Garcia, and Reid pile up in your car. Due to Reid not driving and you and Garcia carpool anyway, it's easier to all go together.

"So... Y/n are you finally gonna make a move on Mr. Derek Morgan?"

Penelope's voice breaks your concentration on the road, having to clear your throat and shift your legs to cover up your embarrassment.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, pen pen."

"Oh I think you know exactly what I'm talking about, my sarcastic love. Derek talks about nothing but you and you give him the heart-eyes every time you see him! When am I finally gonna see some action!?"

Penelope, while you hadn't told her, it doesn't take a lot for her to put two and two together. She sees the way he hugs you, the longing stares you give each other. However Penelope was not known to sit and watch, she had to get involved.

"Look Pen, I love you like a sister. But I don't really think anything is gonna happen between the two of us. Even if I did like him like that, I truly doubt he likes me back."

You're trying to focus on the road and not on the fact there's going to be several girls dancing on the man of your dreams in less than an hour.

"Y/n I told you he does! We're profilers, you'd think you'd know to trust us."

You rolled your eyes slightly,

"It's not that I don't trust you guys, because I really want to believe it. Fuck, I wanna believe you so bad but then nights like these happen and there five girls surrounding him dancing on him and he's dancing right back. Then he goes home with one of them and does God knows what with them and I gotta watch from the sidelines and pretend it doesn't hurt."

You were rambling now, you couldn't stop yourself.

"You've just admitted to liking him, I hope you know! And if him grinding up on all these women bothers you why don't you do the same? Find a hot guy and dance all sexily with him. Hell, why not go home with him? If Derek really likes you (which I'm confident he does), give him a taste of his own medicine!"

Penelope was getting excited! Was tonight the night? Was it finally going to happen? She couldn't wait to see this evening unfold!

'She has a point...' You thought, doing your best to keep up the nonchalance you'd grown to fake very well.

If he could do it, there was no reason you couldn't either. It's not like you had to be faithful, you weren't even close to being an item. There truly was nothing stopping you, and honestly, you could use a distraction from him for a night.

"You know what, maybe you're right, Pen. We'll see where the night goes then, I guess."

Penelope squealed in her seat, Reid rolling his eyes. 'This is definitely coming to a head tonight..'

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The music was loud and the lights were dim, the air was a little stuffy and people were crowded on the dance floor. By the time you three got there Derek was already on the dance floor, and you noticed a few women lock in their target with him.

Typically, you'd spend your night at the table nursing your mixed drink with Emily and Reid. Watching from the side the man you loved catch the attention of every lioness in the club. Tonight was different. Tonight, you were joining the hunt, it was time you weren't on the side, but a lioness herself.

Reid and Penelope waved you off, wishing you luck as you made your way to the bar to get the first drink of the night. Regardless on if you find a 'distraction man' tonight, you were planning on getting tipsy at least.

Ordering a simple rum and coke, you see a fine man in the corner of your eye.

'Let the hunt commence', you gave yourself a quick pep talk and sent him a small smile. One you know he saw, as he was already eyeing you as well.

He raised his glass and took the last drink, before making his way to you.

"Hi there, I'm Tucker."

He held his hand out not sitting down next to you quite yet. Something you take notice of. You also take notice of his handsome features up close. Ear-length dark fluffy hair, dark eyes that looked so cute, button up flannel, slacks, and a heart throbbing smile slapped on top.

You shake his hand, giving him your name in response and sending him a matching smile his way.

He took that as his okay to sit in the empty seat next to you, immediately striking up conversation.

'He should be a fine distraction man, I think..'

Derek decides maybe it's time to sit down for a sec, finding Penelope's bright red hair easily in the midst of tables. Emily and Reid were there too, but where were you?

Promising to meet up with the pretty blond again later that evening, he makes his way to the table, Penelope seeing him and pulling out a chair for his arrival.

"Hello hello y'all, how are we doing this fine night? Where's Y/N?"

Reid and Penelope shared a quick look, before Penelope smirked and pointed to the bar where you sat, sipping your drink and laughing along with some guy.

It was quick, but Derek's facade broke. So quick if you weren't a trained profiler you wouldn't have noticed. Oh, but the table noticed, and they won't forget it.

"Looks like Y/n might get some action tonight, huh?"

Emily subtly studied Derek's face and- oh there it is. The wall slowly breaking as Penelope spoke up too.

"I told her she needed to get laid. 'Put yourself out there' I said. She seems to be enjoying herself, too."

She too was watching Derek like a hawk, looking for a reaction. It was subtle, but it was there.

Emily kept going,

"He's cute, too. Nice and tall, strong arms. He's not getting too close to cause discomfort but he's leaning in quite a bit. Certainly interested in her."

All three noticed Derek's stiffness, the silence radiating off him. He still hadn't sit down, instead standing tall watching you like a hawk, not even knowing he's gripping the back of the chair visibly hard.

All this time he'd been hoping you'd get jealous and take him for yourself. That you'd stomp onto the dance floor and steal him away from these other women and make him yours. How could he be so foolish? Trying to make you jealous? He should have known, he should have been straight up with you on how he's feeling rather than try this wild act of being a ladies man. Of course you'd not rip him off these girls, you're a grown woman. He's not in high school anymore, this old trick won't work on a real woman.

But now you're sitting another man, sending him flirty smiles and leaning in just as much. Could he have missed his chance? Missed the opportunity to finally confess all these feelings he's been hiding deep inside for so long? Why couldn't you lean to him like that, wink at him like that? How could he fix this?

Penelope has seen enough, her friend was suffering and to be completely honest, she was a little fed up with the whole 'dancing around each other' thing.

"You know if you don't act now, she'll be going home with that guy instead of you."

She continued to eye him as she brought her drink to her lips. Derek snapped back to reality, loosening his death grip on the chair.

Finally he looked to the table, catching eyes with everyone seated and he knew they knew. Of course they would, that's their job to know things. He couldn't keep up the facade for much longer, and that scared him.

"So I guess you all know, huh?"

Finally taking his seat and rubbing his hands together.

"Yup. We also know about the poor show you put on every night with these other women. You know you're sending the completely wrong message, right?"

Emily didn't really want to scold him, but to be fair he wasn't exactly making all the right choices.

"It's occurring to me now, thank you," Sarcasm dripping from his tone. "Now I have no idea what to do. I'm all outta tricks."

His hope was dwindling, and everyone could see it.

"How about you just try being honest with her? She's confused, Derek."

Penelope pushed his arm a bit, trying to emphasize the weight of his situation.

Looking up, he sees you stand up and shake his hand in a friendly manner. With that, you walk back to the table with your drink in your hand.

"And who was that tall delicious specimen?"

Penelope was the first to want the gossip. Did you get his number? Will there be more than just a flirty conversation later tonight? What about Derek??

You finally notice Derek sitting still as a stone, but decide to not mention it.

"Well... That was Tucker! He's a professor at the university, and he was actually really cool. I told him I'll meet up with him again later tonight."

Your voice got lower as you went on, all that confidence about tonight gone now that Derek was sitting right in front of you listening to it all. You tried not to look at him that closely, knowing you'd get blushy and awkward even more than you are right now. Plus, you were scared that if you did look at him you'd see him uncaring or even worse, supporting you.

Boy, did he wish you would look at him.

"I think we all know what that meannsss!"

Penelope had a few drinks in her, getting more uncensored the more she drank. Spencer chuckled slightly, a brandy or two in him as well. However that was all for him though.

Emily patted you on the back, "just remember to use protection, pretty lady."

Derek knew they were all trying to drum up a reaction from him. He knew it. But fuck, was it working.

He'd let this go on for long enough.

"Y/n, can I talk to you real quick? Just you and me?"

His eyes were pleading, almost hopeful. Really, how could you say no to him?

With a nod, your hands gesture for him to lead the way, and before you know it you're both leaning against the wall outside the bar.

You tried not to be awkward, you really did- but with how Derek was standing next to you, all stiff and puppy-eyed, it was hard to keep your composure.

Eventually, you'd had enough.

"Okay, Derek. What did you wanna talk about?"

You hoping-no you were praying- that this was the moment. That he was finally gonna be upfront with you and you'd finally get your answer. Will you have to suck it up and move on? Or will this be a happily ever after?

He was silent for a few more moments, trying to find the right words to set the record straight.

"Look... I'm.. Not the best at admitting what I'm feeling, okay? But my bag of tricks are all up and frankly, none of them seem to be working..."

He pushed himself off the wall, standing directly in front of you now staring deep into your eyes.

"I think it's time I'm actually honest with you, Y/n. No matter where I am, whether it's at home, or on a case somewhere on the other side of the US, Or at some bar I never even knew existed until that night, you're the only one on my mind."

Your eyes gave him a pleading look; begging him to continue.

"I've never been good at being open and vulnerable with the people I like. But I think, with you, I really want to be. There's not a day that goes by where I don't think about you in my arms. I want to be there for you in so many new ways I'll never have enough time to list them all. I'll be honest, it wasn't my most clever idea to try to make you jealous with these other women. I should have known better."

He grabbed both of your hands, rubbing soft circles in them with his thumbs.

"If I can have a chance with you... I promise I will make it up to you for the rest of my life. I want to be in your life as more than just a friend from work."

At this point the tears in your eyes are dropping down your cheeks, makeup be damned. He's looking at you with so much love and adoration you can practically see it flowing off him. There's nothing you can say that will top that, so you opt for showing him instead.

Wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning in, he knew what that meant, and met you halfway.

His lips finally met yours and holy shit did it feel good. It was like your lips were supposed to be molded together like this. His arms wrap around you and pull you tight against him, leaving no room for escape. Not that you would, anyway.

When your lips finally part, you stay in his arms, swaying a little from side to side.

"So I'll take that as a yes?"

A slight giggle escapes you before giving him another kiss on his cheek.

"Of course it is."

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Holy shit i suck lmao I'm so sorrrryyyyy this took so long!!! I don't even have an excuse I'm just the worlds best procrastinator 😅

I hope this was worth the wait... If not then... welp.

[temporary-dysphoria]

Semi-related to prev top surgery post but my second most anticipated potential side effect is not having blisters from tape anymore. If nothing else has convinced me my dysphoria is real it's the fact that I will willingly put myself through the pain of taping in order to wear shirts without a bra. In fact, I don't think I can wear a bra anymore, unless it's a super tight sports bra. The idea of wearing one makes me feel kinda sick to the stomach, kinda upset, kinda stretched real fuckin thin across a gender that I don't want. Now, this could be stemming from me feeling slightly unhinged because I'm losing weight and I'm pretty sure my lithium dose is playing up, buuuut, earlier this evening I thought about the potential of my friend offering me her bras (I'm the hand me down for her old clothes because we don't throw shit away we recycle, it's a whole thing), and I wanted to vomit so I guess it's safe to say it's probably the dysphoria and not the lithium...

[the-guilty-writer]

Criminal Minds PRIDE Fic Challenge!

Here we go! First writing challenge ever and I'm even more excited about the theme. During June I ask fic writers to challenge themselves a little bit by writing a piece that is LGBTQ+ inclusive!!! Don't let the topic intimidate you; If you want to participate, but don't know where to start, there are prompts to help. All the fics will be collected in a Masterlist that will be avalible by July 1st.

Note: if you have accessibility issues with this post (or any of my posts!) let me know and I can send you the information in an accessible format.

Prompts and rules are under the cut!

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These prompts are only ideas to help get you started! You can write any LGBTQ+ centered fic you want! Feel free to modify any of the more specific prompts to your liking.

Prompts:

Character coming out to their friends/family/the team.

Character's found family is more supportive than biological family when they come out.

Characters go to a pride parade/festival/event!

Characters discuss queer coding in media.

Character(s) explains their new, queer relationship to a child.

Character 1's child comes out to them. They go to Character 2 to ask what they wish their parents would have done.

Character 1 is having an identity crisis (gender or sexuality). They go to Character 2 for help.

Character 1 is confident about their identity. Character 2 isn't, so they ask for some advice.

Character 1 takes Character 2 to a gay bar for the first time to act as their wingman/wingwoman/wingperson.

Character 1 is unsure if they're attracted to or envious of Character 2's confidence in their identity.

Character has been dating Morgan, but realizes they're not attracted to men. He isn't sure how he ended up in this situation twice, but it's the perfect opportunity for him to play matchmaker for his ex girlfriends.

Character comes out to the team (or it's just pride month) and Penelope goes a bit overboard with decorations.

For the writers who are intimidated by this topic or unsure if they can write it: write something with GN!reader. It's less intimidating than you think, and it can make someone's day to be able to read a fic they might otherwise not relate to!

Bi and Pan Prompts:

Character 1 has always thought they were straight, but they realize their feelings for their best friend, Character 2, are more than platonic.

Character 1 is in a straight passing relationship and worries about the visibility of their queer identity. Their partner is incredibly supportive in helping them express themselves.

(NSFW) What does Emily really do during a sin to win weekend?

Trans and Nonbinary Prompts:

Character 1 gives Character 2 a gender affirming haircut.

Hotch teaches Character how to shave.

JJ teaches Character how to do make up.

Character finds themselves needing gender affirming clothes. Rossi makes sure they have the best of the best.

(NSFW) Character 1 gifts Character 2 gender affirming lingerie and it gives them quite the confidence boost.

Aro and Ace Prompts:

Character 1 keeps trying to set up Character 2 with people/telling them to find someone to help ease their stress. Character 2 has had enough of it.

Character has a monthly spike in libido and it makes them question their identity. Spencer tries to help with a ramble about science (NSFW add on: and a few other ways).

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Rules:

The fic can reader insert, OC, character x character, general fic, etc. as long as the character(s) is from Criminal Minds (yes, even the ones I don't write for).

Fics can be any genre and can be platonic or romantic in nature... and yes, this includes smut (I know, I know my brand is ruined. Oh well). You must be 18+ if you are going to submit smut. You all know I love platonic fics very much if not more!

You can write something new or dig up something you've already written! I'm also happy to add on fics that are sent to me after the masterlist is posted.

Tag me in your fic or message me the link. Please list the ship, content warnings, and have a 1-2 sentence summary of your piece! If you have multiple pieces, you can submit a mini masterlist.

Be kind and respectful! Reach out to me if you have any concerns. This blog is a safe space!

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Thank you to @imagining-in-the-margins for the support and for sending some of the prompts from discord! (and telling me it's safe to tag @foxy-eva for this too)

[queer-irritator]

Date Night (Arthur Morgan x Fem! Reader)

Prompt: Arthur and fem! reader head to Cotorra Springs for some time alone amidst the chaos of Shady Belle.

Fem reader anatomy, but no gendered language used.

Content warnings: Adult language, smut, assault, violence

Takes place after Impure Thoughts, but not necessary to read first

Not proofread

You were still getting used to living at Shady Belle, it was alright, but being right on the swamp meant tons of bugs. As the newest gang member, you didn’t end up getting a room inside. But that didn’t keep you from crawling into Arthur’s bed most nights. Since you got up the nerve to claim Arthur as your man a few weeks ago shit has hit the fan. Arthur got shot, Jack got taken (and brought home), and Dutch is slowly becoming more unhinged. Perhaps worst of all, Micah is hanging around camp more than normal. Any time you show Arthur any affection and Micah happens to be around, he always has to make some sort of comment. You can tell how much it pisses Arthur off, too. So, with everything going on you don’t have a ton of time together, and the time you do spend together is when you’re both asleep. Even when Arthur was recovering from getting shot, someone else was always hovering around. So, you’ve made a mental plan to escape for at least one night with Arthur, and Cotorra Springs sounds the most relaxing (and romantic). You can’t wait to get him alone. You can’t wait to kiss him without having someone call Arthur’s name, or being interrupted when things just start to get hot and heavy. Although your relationship isn’t necessarily a secret, you also haven’t announced anything, or been overly affectionate in front of others.

You just finished helping out Pearson cut some vegetables for the stew, which was your last chore. Buzzing with excitement, you scan the grounds in an attempt to locate Arthur. It’s fairly early, so you’re hoping no one has pulled him aside for any nonsense.

The sound of wood splitting catches your attention. You head over behind some wagons to spot your favorite cowboy hard at work. You watch him closely as he sets up another log to cut. He’s wearing a red button up with the sleeves rolled up and the top few buttons undone, some black work pants, and suspenders. He swings the axe down with a slight grunt and the wood peels apart with ease.

“Hey handsome.” You greet him.

Arthur turns his head towards you and a smile makes its way onto his face.

“Look who it is.” Arthur lays the axe down and crosses his arms over his chest and turns to face you fully. “You comin’ over here to distract me?” He jokes with you.

“Maybe.” You playfully joke back. “Seems like we need a distraction after the last few weeks.”

“You can say that again.” Arthur sighed and rubbed the side of his face.

A smile appeared on your face, “So, this a good time to ask you on a date?”

“Me? A date?” Arthur raised an eyebrow at you like you were crazy. “Where to?”

“It’s a surprise.” You told him.

“Mmmh, I don’t like surprises.” He playfully protested.

“This is a good surprise.” You promised him. “Come on, grumpy.”

Arthur followed you to where the horses were hitched up. You checked over your horse to make sure you had enough supplies and your horse’s gear was ready.

“Hey, Lenny.” You called to your closest friend in camp as you swung your leg over your horse, “If anyone asks, Arthur is gonna be busy the next day or so.”

“Alright.” Lenny looked up at you, knowingly. “You two have fun.”

He was the only person who really knew about your relationship. He was subjected to hearing your drunk ramblings about how beautiful Arthur is for days on end.

Arthur mounted his horse, not too thrilled to learn that Lenny knows about his personal relationship.

“We will!” You called back to Lenny as you led the way out of camp.

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The ride with Arthur was nice and peaceful. Except for when he kept badgering you to tell him where you were going.

“We ain’t going up in the snow, are we?” Arthur questioned you, worriedly.

You let out a chuckle, “No, I wouldn’t do that to you… At least without warning.” You assured him.

You finally saw the Cotorra Springs and halted your horse on the side of the trail.

“Ta-da!!” You spread out your arms to present the springs to Arthur.

“Ohhh, the springs?” Arthur looked at you. He couldn’t help a small smile seeing how proud and happy you were to have surprised him. “It’s beautiful, darlin’.”

You were smiling so big your cheeks hurt. Speaking of cheeks, you were sure they had turned a light shade of pink hearing Arthur call you a nickname. You slid off your horse and found a nice spot next to one of the larger springs to start setting up camp. Arthur followed you and quickly took over making a fire. You laid out a bedroll and took in the view.

Arthur got a fire going and turned his attention to you, “So, what are we doin’ up here?”

“Going in the hot springs, duh.” You playfully rolled your eyes at him.

“In our clothes?” He questioned

“Well, no. That wouldn’t be comfortable.”

“… Naked??” He lowered his voice slightly, and began to look at you like you were insane.

You simply nodded your head at him.

“In public? Are you crazy?” Arthur glanced around to see someone passing by on horseback.

“When it gets dark no one will be around, it’ll be fine.” You assured him, “I didn’t know you were so shy, Mr. Morgan!” You teased him.

Arthur scoffed slightly, “Excuse me if I don’t wanna show my ass to the world.”

“It’s not to the world.” You said as you moved closer to him and rubbed his upper arm, “Just to me.” You smiled at him.

Arthur was still looking at you with uncertainty.

“It will be dark, and we’ll be in the water. I promise it’ll be fine, Arthur.” You leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips.

He kissed you back after a moment of hesitation. You wrapped your arms around the brute of a man and pulled away from the kiss.

“I figured we’d eat first though.” You proposed. It’d been quite a long ride up to the springs and the sun was beginning to set. You could have taken a train, but a horse ride seemed more intimate.

Arthur nodded slightly and gave you a kiss on the head, “Alright.”

You called your horse over and got out some venison you brought with you. You sat down next to the fire and unwrapped the meat. You had seasoned it with some thyme and mint earlier in the day. You took out two pieces and placed it on a grill over the fire.

Arthur sat down next to you and placed his hand on the ground behind you. “This is nice. Thank you.”

You turned your head towards Arthur and smiled at him, “Of course. We haven’t gotten any real alone time in a while. And you work so hard, you deserve some rest.”

“You’re too good to me.” Arthur placed his other hand on the side of your cheek and pulled you into a soft, loving kiss. You kissed him back and set one of your hands on his side, leaning into his touch.

You reluctantly pulled away from him after a few moments, “Gonna make me burn our dinner.” You chuckled and flipped the meat with a knife.

Arthur just hummed in response and kissed the crook of your neck. You bit your bottom lip, this man really knew how to turn you on.

“Arthur… we gotta eat.” Your words were of protest, but your body was giving into his touch.

“Rather eat ‘chu.” Arthur mumbled against your skin.

Your cheeks turned red, “Arthur Morgan!” You laughed and swatted at his arm. “Come on…” You sat up straighter and took the meat off the fire.

“Alright, alright.” He finally gave in to you and sat up.

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By the time you finished eating the sun had fully set and there was a cool nip in the air.

“That was the best thing I’ve eaten in a while.” Arthur complimented your cooking.

“Why, thank you, sir.” You leaned your head against his shoulder. “You ready to get naked?”

Arthur chuckled slightly, “I guess so.” He hadn’t seen any more people riding by since the sun was up.

You smiled and kicked off your shoes and socks then jumped up to continue to undress. Arthur followed your lead, but not nearly as quickly or enthusiastically.

Soon you were bare-butt naked and stepped into a shallow ledge in the hot spring.

“Oh, Arthur, it's so nice!” You looked back at him and he was just starting to unbutton his shirt. You fully submerged yourself in the hot water and watched Arthur.

“Woo! Take it off, hot stuff!” You encouraged him.

“Shut up…” Arthur took off his last article of clothing and joined you in the hot spring.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his cheek, “It’s nice, right?”

Arthur nodded, “Yeah, it is.” He put an arm around you and began to relax.

You rested your head on his chest and looked up at the stars.

“I could stay here forever.” You felt so relaxed and at so much peace. Something you haven’t felt in a long time.

“Me too, sweetheart.” Arthur had been admiring your face instead of the stars.

You felt his eyes on you and turned your head to meet his gaze and smiled softly at him. Arthur lifted his hand out of the water and rubbed his thumb on your cheek.

“I think I love you.” He said, so quiet he couldn’t tell if he said it out loud or in his head. He couldn’t tell over the loud thumping of his heart.

Your eyes started to well up from the utter happiness you felt from hearing those words, “I love you too.” You whispered back to him before pulling him into a kiss.

Arthur kissed you back, his hands gripping onto you like he was afraid you’d leave him if he ever let go.

You pressed your body flush against Arthur’s and lowered his head to deepen your kiss. Arthur slid his tongue into your mouth and moved one of his hands to your waist and the other to knead the flesh of your ass. You moaned into his mouth and lightly pulled at the damp hair on the back of his head. Arthur felt his cock harden and he lifted up your legs and hooked them around his waist and began to walk out of the hot spring.

The breeze of the cold air met your skin and gave you goosebumps, but it was the last thing on your mind. You could feel Arthur’s dick pressing into you and it was driving you crazy. Somehow Arthur made it to the bed roll and laid you down, breaking the kiss. The only sound was the two of you desperately trying to fill your lungs with oxygen.

“Arthur, please I want you inside me.” You begged the man above you, looking into his eyes. “A-Are you sure? We don’t have to do that if you’re not ready.” Arthur was searching your eyes for any hint of hesitation, or disgust. He was just waiting for you to realize he was a monster and run away screaming.

“I’m very fucking sure, Arthur. I need you.” You assured him and leaned up to kiss him again.

He nodded and positioned himself at your entrance. He used the tip of his cock to spread open the wetness of your folds.

“So fuckin’ wet for me, darlin’.” He mumbled as he rubbed himself against your clit. “You ready?” He glanced up at you.

Your face went completely red hot and hooked your legs on Arthur’s waist, “Yes.”

He slowly pushed himself into your entrance and groaned slightly from the feeling of your walls around him. Once he filled you up, he started to slowly rock into you. You moans started to fill the air, he stretched you out the perfect amount. Arthur dipped his head down and kissed the crook of your neck and started to pick up his pace. You placed your hands on his back and moaned.

“You feel so good.” You praised him.

Arthur just groaned in response and shifted his angle until he felt your nails dig into his back and you moaned loudly.

“Fuck! Right there baby!” You could feel your orgasm building.

Arthur grunted and began to thrust into the same spot over and over again and he started to feel his own climax creeping up on him.

“You gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” he mumbled in your ear.

You couldn’t help the moans escaping your lips and just managed to get out an, “Uh-huh” before you were raking your nails down his back and moaning through your orgasm.

The way your walls clenched down around his cock had Arthur cumming into your pussy.

“Shit, baby.” Arthur said as he lazily rode out both of your orgasms, “Make me feel so goddamn good.” He praised you as he kissed your neck and chest all over. You were panting, trying to catch your breath and dropped your arms to your sides.

“Mhh, you did all the work though.” You retorted.

Arthur chuckled slightly as he slid out of you and laid down next to you and put an arm around you.

You could feel some of Arthur’s cum drip out of you as you moved to lay your head on his chest.

“You know, I do love you, Arthur.” You glanced up at him.

He looked down at you, “I’m the luckiest fool on the planet.” He kissed your head, “An’ I love you too…”

You pulled the top layer of the bed roll over the both of you and closed your eyes. Before you could open your mouth to tell Arthur goodnight, you heard snoring coming from the man beside you. You chuckled, draped an arm over Arthur’s stomach and drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning you awoke to an empty bed roll. You rubbed your eyes and called for Arthur. When you didn’t get a response, you forced your body to sit up. There was a piece of paper lying where Arthur should be.

Went to try and catch some fish down by the river.

-Arthur

You smiled to yourself, Arthur loved to think he was terrible at everything. When the opposite was true, he surprised you with how many talents he has. You noticed your clothes were in a neat pile next to you, and decided to get dressed. You headed over to the fire pit and started to brew some coffee. Right on cue, you heard footsteps coming up behind you.

“How’d you manage?” you asked, not bothering to turn around.

An unfamiliar voice filled the air, “Manage what? Finding a pretty thing like you all the way out here?”

You spun around to see a man you didn’t recognize. You reached for your revolver but it wasn’t there. You never put your gun belt back on. Your heart started to race as you stood up and backed away from the man.

“If I were you I’d get out of here.” You warned the man. Arthur must be coming back soon. “I don’t think so, sweetie. Why don’t you come into town with me?” He took a step closer to you.

“Fuck no.” You told him as you your hands balled into fists. You’ve never had to punch someone before, but that’s going to have to change today.

“Come on, baby. Don’t be like that.” The man lunged forward to try and grab you, but you punched him as hard as you could in the side of his face. This caused the man to fall backwards and he landed on the campfire.

“Oh, shit…” You whispered to yourself as the man started to scream from the pain of being on fire. You took a few steps back and watched the man try and put himself out, but his entire body was engulfed at this point.

“The hell happened??” Arthur’s voice rang out.

You looked up to see Arthur carrying a fish in his hand. You ran to grab your gun from your belt and walked up next to him.

“I dunno, this guy just started harassing me and I punched him and he fell into the fire.” You quickly explained.

Arthur set down the fish, walked over to grab the bed roll and used it to put out the fire. Somehow the man was still alive. Arthur crouched over him and wrapped his hand around his throat.

“You think it’s okay to come up here and harass people? Hm?” He tightened his grip on the man.

“No! I- I was just trying to get a date!” The man sobbed, “Please, I’ll never do it again.”

“Well, as it turns out, that’s MY date. And you’re right. You won’t do it again because you ain’t gonna be alive for it to happen again.” Arthur threatened the man before punching him in the face repeatedly until he fell limp.

You tore your eyes away from Arthur and strapped your gun belt on and stowed the fish on Arthur’s horse.

“Come on, we should get outta here.” You advised Arthur.

Arthur got up, wiped blood off his knuckles and walked over to you, “You alright?”

You turned to him and nodded, “Yeah. Thanks to you.” You placed a hand gently on the side of his face and gave him a kiss. “Let’s head home.”

You and Arthur started your ride back to camp. You both talked and ate snacks you had left over in your saddle bag.

As you got closer to camp, the more you realized you didn’t want your time with Arthur to end. You slowed your horse down and looked over to Arthur.

“Hey, you wanna do something before we head back?” You asked him.

“Sure, what’chu have in mind?” He questioned you.

“I dunno, but I’m sure we can find some trouble to get into in the city.” You teased him.

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Hey can I request a Penelope (from criminal minds) where after she got shot by Jason, she doesn’t want a relationship, but the reader who is new on the team is in love with her and tries to show her that she deserves to be loved and cared for. It can also end in smut where reader shows her how much they love her. The reader can be whatever gender you want but a top/masc pls

Broken Things Can be Mended

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Author Note: I just wrote this and I am half asleep. If this is terrible give me time to spell check and go through it. Just needed to post something.

Warnings: Threats, Language, Smut, Talks about death and past traumas. But Fluff written into it too.

Securing a job within the BAU was hard work. The schooling was difficult, the seemingly endless training. Even the people you had to work for sometimes was hard to do. No matter how hard getting this job was. What made it harder was having to try to prove to yourself that you earned this job.

You had joined the BAU only mere months ago. Everyone was welcoming on your first day. Morgan was first to greet you with a charming smile. He had even come up and brought his hand on your shoulder to start a conversation. Then he had introduced you to everyone. Spencer was friendly and when he hadn't offered to shake your hand, instead of getting mad you simply understood.

Touching random peoples hand was not the cleanliness. Also it wasn't always needed so instead you gave him a nod and listened to his ramble about something. Emily had greeted you with a kind smile, Jennifer had shook your hand. Everyone else was sweet.

However there was one person who caught your eye almost instantly. She had walked in cheerfully carrying a box of what looked like baked goods in her hand. "Hi y/n Welcome to the team. Take one" her sweet voice was heard and you grab one and take a bite. "Thank you...?"

"Penelope. Penelope Garcia" she says and you nod. Looking at her with a small smile. "Thank you Penelope" when her name came from your lips it sounded heavenly. You knew you would need to get to know her.

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Since then you had made sure to hang out with Penelope. One on one and the two of you had become close friends. Even now she had made you fall for her completely. She was an enigma that you wanted to be able to know better than anyone. Penelope was bright and cheerful. She could make anyone around her happy just because her personality was so contagious.

However sometimes you would see her turn around and exit the room. With such a somber expression, one that made you worry. You had never asked her why that was. Instead you would just bring her some flowers or something to cheer her up with.

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Around the six month mark of you working with the team. You and Penelope had been closer than ever, she would bring you or Morgan as her plus one to places. When the team would go out for drinks or something she would dance with you.

Hell even Morgan joked about her replacing you with him. To this she would reassure him and tell him that he would never be replaced. He wasn't the only one that made jokes, the whole team did.

There was even this one time when aarons son asked if you and Penelope had been together. You had to tell him no but he understood to the best of his abilities. Then went off talking about superheroes.

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Today Rossi had invited the team over for dinner. He was making some new italian dish and wanted to test his recipe out. When all of you agreed you all packed up your things and head to your homes.

Everyone brought their own dishes. However you were not a good cook and you didn't want to make anyone sick. So you got flowers to liven the place up.

When you get to Rossi's door and knock it takes a minute or so but Morgan is the one who opens it. "Bout time you got here" he joked well traffic was hell but i ended up finding a shortcut"

He takes the flowers from you to put on the counter but not before you steal one singular flower from it. Then not even seconds later the woman whom the flower is for comes and greets you. "y/n we were beginning to think you wouldn't show up."

"or got lost" Emily said quickly

I lean down so i can speak to her without anyone else over hearing. "I wouldn't miss this for the world. Especially when I get to see you" A blush forms on her face and you place the small flower in her hair. When you step away you smile as you look at her. "You look beautiful Pen"

She smiles and places her hand on your shoulder and it's your turn for your cheeks to turn a light shade of pink. As she says "thank you, you look handsome" She was always so kind to everyone so you could never figure out if she meant anything by it. Or it was simply just her being friendly.

The two of you now move to the main room where everyone is sitting. You sit right in between Spencer and Penelope. Everyone is in deep conversation and its gotten so interesting that even Spencer begins to ramble. Not one interrupts because if they did, they knew you would tell them off.

After a little while dinner is ready and served. You are all sitting at a table with drinks in hand. You had planned on driving yourself home so you were drinking a sprite. Of course you had it in a wine glass because you were sophisticated.

You all had a nice evening that was filled with talking and laughter. And by the looks of it everyone was driving someone home. The only one staying was Aaron because he had drank above his normal amount. Spencer was taking Morgan home and Emily and Jennifer were also heading home together. Now all that left was Penelope.

Penelope had been talking to Morgan and so you come up beside her and place your hand on her arm. "Hey Pen, ill take you home so whenever you're ready to leave we can head out" She smiles and placed her hand on your arm before speaking to Morgan. "Isn't he the sweetest" Morgan laughs and nods.

While they talk you go and get her jacket she had brought. It was chilly outside and you bring it up to her and help her put it on. She wasn't drunk but also wasn't sober. So when she has her jacket on you grab your keys and wallet.

When she was ready to go you both walk to the car. You hold open the passenger door for her and when she sits you make your way to the drivers side. Then when the car starts she is quick to turn on music and she sings along to them as you drive to her place.

The drive was amazing. Her voice through the car and you quietly singing along. She looked to be having a good time and you couldn't help but glance over at her every now and then. She looked beautiful in your passenger seat with that smile on her face.

It was so good that you almost felt sad when it ended. She turns to look at you "thank you for the ride home" She starts opening the door and you shake your head. "Penelope Garcia, if you think im not going to walk you up to your door. You don't know me at all"

Both of you get out of your car and you walk her up to her door. Leaning against the wall you look over at her as if she's the only woman in the world. "Penelope" your voice is soft as you admire her. "yeah y/n" she says as she unlocks her door.

When she opens the door a bit she looks at you. "I would really like to take you on a date sometime" you say. Then you are met with silence, its not often that she is quiet, not only that but her body is stiff and you knew you were going to be turned down. You wouldn't be a good profiler if you hadn't picked that up.

She looks at you "I'm sorry I just really dont think thats a good idea. I'm not ready to date anyone" she looked as if she was thinking about something and you didn't want her to feel a certain type of way. So instead you take her hand and kiss the back of it gently.

"its okay, don't apologize for not wanting to go with me. You are not obligated to say yes to me. Just focus on going inside and drinking some water and taking care of yourself" You were hurt by the rejection but you were also a gentleman and would not show it.

Penelope hugs you, your arms wrapped around her middle. Her face pressed against your chest and when she pulls away you watch as she walks into her place. Then you yourself when home, took a shower and went to bed with her on your mind. Even if she had rejected you, you knew you wouldn't be able to shake the way you feel for her.

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It was only about a week later when you had been hanging out with Spencer. The both of you had been at his home sitting on his couch. He had been reading some classic that you hadn't heard of but when you started opening up about you asking Penelope out. He placed the book down on his lap and turned to look at you.

"Has no one told you about what had happened to her?" he asks and when you shake your head he sighs and begins talking about how she had been seeing this guy for a little while. A man who she really liked and she thought he liked her back. But when he was walking her back one night to her home he had shot her.

You look at him in complete shock. Why had no one told you this, you wouldn't have asked her out. Especially not at her doorstep where everything happened. "oh my god. Im such an ass" your voice comes out quiet.

Spencer looks at you and shakes his head. "You're not an ass. You just didn't know and we all know see how the both of you look at eachother. Just be patient with her, she will come along.

Nodding you look back at the tv. "She's worth waiting for"

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For the past 5 months you stayed close to Penelope. The both of you were friends. There never being an awkward moment between you two despite the fact that you had been rejected by her. Never letting that come in between your friendship.

In fact you stepped up your game just a bit. Always making sure she was comfortable, never wanting to overstep her boundaries. So for the past few months you had stopped by her office with flowers for her. Always bringing her new ones when the others would die. She always accepted them with a smile.

You even brought her some baked goods from her favorite bakery sometimes. She would always split it with you. So your relationship was in fact better since that night. Of course you still had feelings for her. You knew she knew that but you never said anything. Just deciding to let things play out the way they play out.

Today you had been in a rush because you all had been called in for a case. A child had went missing and no one had been able to find him. So as you guys began to work the case it only took a few hours and Penelope's good tracking skills to find out where he was located at. Or at least one of his locations.

The case had started out well because of this. You all had boarded a plane and went to Washington. Penelope even had to come but she was going to be safe in another building that no one knew about. While the rest of you went to find the Unsub.

When you and the team got to the building he was supposed to be at. He wasn't there, in fact you all found the young boy he had taken hostage. Even all his cameras and other things were there. "Penelope he isn't here. Is there anyway he could have escaped without us seeing him"

All you are met with is silence and it causes you to worry "Penelope honey?" the sweet name escaped you from you being worried. You chanted her name a few times but got no response. So you turn to the team and when Aaron gave you a nod. Morgan and you had ran to the car and went to the building she was at.

The both of you arrived and each covered an exit. You had walked in telling Morgan to stay back in case he took off running he could get him. When you sneaked through the building and went into a room you seen him looking at Penelope. She didn't look scared at all, in fact you wouldn't have known she was if you couldn't tell by her chest rising and falling at a quicker pace than normal.

When the man went to grab his gun you were quicker and held your gun, aiming it at the man. "Touch your gun and you'll be dead before you even hit the ground" your voice was rough and gravely. You knew the team could still hear you because you hadn't turned off the mics. No one had ever heard you like that before.

He backs away and just laughs as if he thinks this is all a joke. You quickly grab Penelope and push her towards Morgan who had came into the room. She was trying to push out of his grip to stay to defend you but Morgan had eventually got her out of the building.

"always protecting your team y/n. Always the one who would throw yourselves into the ring, before letting any of them get hurt." there's a pause before he smirks "Or maybe its because of Penelope. You would throw yourself in the line just because she cares so much about them. You know she couldn't lose them" By now he is right in front of you.

You wished you could mute your mic but you couldn't let him know you had one in. So you could only let this continue just so the team could get here and he would be distracted. However the next things he says is what makes you hit him.

"The thing is..you know she could lose you. She's known you for what almost a year now, and known them for many years. She would rather you get hurt than them" He laughs.

"Shut the fuck up" you hit him in the jaw and it causes a fight to break through. As the two of you fought a gun went off and the bullet had grazed your shoulder. Nothing life threatening but enough to where it had you wincing. However you managed to pin the man down and handcuff him.

That's when Aaron and Spencer came running in. When they seen you hold him down they seem to visibly relax. Spencer grabs the man and Aaron looks at you "You might want to go out there. Penelope is worried sick"

You walk out and go straight to the ambulance and get your arm and shoulder wrapped up. It doesn't take long before you feel arms wrap around your waist and you instantly know who it is. You look down at her "Penelope Im okay. Its just a scratch honestly"

She places her hands on your cheeks and moves your face as if too check you were okay with her own eyes. This causes you to roll your eyes lightheartedly. "Penelope hey" grabbing her hands to place small kisses to the back of them. "Im okay"

"Thank goodness" she says before pulling you into a kiss. She had wrapped her arms around your shoulders and pulled you into her. Your hands hover over her hips for a moment before allowing yourself to touch her gently. You almost couldn't believe it was happening but when you heard clapping and cheering from Morgan and Emily. It reminded you just how real it was.

Then when you both pull away from each other and she says "I would really like to go on a date with you. If that offer still stands" She says it almost nervously. So you push her hair out of her face and look downa t her. "You could have left me hanging for years and id still be here waiting for you"

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Eventually she had offered to take you home. She had said she would drive because she was wanting you to take it easy on your arm. She was being a little over protective about it. Not letting you do anything for yourself. You let her do it for a bit.

But when you get to your home and she starts talking about making you dinner. You grab her arm and pull her towards you, hands moving to her waist. "Penelope look at me"

When she does you kiss her lips. "I promise that my arm is fine. It doesn't hurt, the medics said that I could do anything I could do anything. That i didn't need to take it easy"

"I know its just. I don't want you to hurt yourself" she said and you nod. "I know but I can't have you barely touching me. As if your afraid to hurt me."

Your eyes roam over her and it causes her to blush. "In fact I want you to touch me. I need to show you just how much I want you and care for you" your voice more deeper toned from lust. "I can do that without using my arms much. If you are that worried about it"

She just pulls you into a kiss and your hands are on her hips. Pulling her body flush against yours as you begin to walk her back to your room. Shutting the door behind you with your foot, your hands then begin to take off her clothes slowly. Making sure that she was okay with everything.

Then when she was completely bare for you, the look you give her makes her pull you into another kiss. "You are beautiful Penelope, everything about you is beautiful"

Your hands begin to roam over the curves of her body. Making sure to adorn her with gently affection as you kiss down her breasts, chest, stomach and most importantly her thighs. You spread her legs apart as you kiss her inner thighs.

A few moans have escaped from her lips and its the best sound you've probably ever heard. You bring your lips exactly where she needs you and her hands instantly go to your hair. Your tongue begins to please her and she tilts her head back. "Fuck right there y/n"

You continue exactly as you were doing and when her thighs begin to squeeze around your head you keep them spread by gripping onto her legs. Its not long until she cums all over your tongue and you clean her up with your tongue and then kiss up her body.

Making sure she feels okay before pulling her into your arms. She rests her head on your chest and you both hold each other as you fall asleep.

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In the morning you bring her breakfast in bed and the both of you enjoy pancakes and fruit in bed. Then after the both of you eat you run her a bath and put on some music she likes and just have a relaxing day off with her.

[lvrslvt3]

GODFATHER | d. morgan

main masterlist | criminal minds masterlist

pairings : derek morgan x reader

summary: reader is pregnant and the BAU is invited to her and derek’s gender reveal, in which she hunts down spencer for some answers and reassurance through his facts.

warnings: none!

notes : not proofread, so may be some mistakes

“this baby is gonna make me piss myself.” you rubbed your stomach automatically, crouching over slightly to try and get in to an more comfortable position than the one you were currently in.

derek chuckled but brought an arm around your shoulders, stabilising you while also taking some of the weight off of your tired feet. “do you want a seat?” he questioned in a deep, slightly raspy, tone.

“it will ruin my dress.” you grumbled out while flattening down the ruffles near the end. it was white, the colour both you and derek wore while the rest wore either pink or blue — whatever they assumed the gender was.

“let’s go now, then.” he planted a kiss on your head, rubbed your stomach one last time and then placed a soft kiss there aswell, before taking a step forward infront of the small crowd.

you both decided on a small gender reveal with only close friends, mostly because you didn’t feel well enough to throw a large party and derek did whatever made you happy. now, all you had to do was pop a balloon.

“okay, is everyone ready?” his loud voice captured the attention of everyone in the room. they all quieted down before glancing your way. “we just wanted to thank you guys for coming one last time.”

“it’s a pleasure.” you smiled towards the crowd but leaned back on derek, letting him hold on to you by wrapping an arm around your waist. “now, let’s get to the part everyone had been waiting for, huh?”

there was various noises of celebration throughout the room, cheers and whistles under finally derek shushed them with a laugh and handed you the small pin. “count from three?” derek voiced out.

you smiled up at your husband while the counting began, leaning up and giving him a chaste kiss. “i love you.” you whispered to him — only for him to hear. “i love you too, sweetheart.” he replied.

“two…one….” you let the suspense build for a split second longer before you jammed the small pin into the large balloon causing blue confetti to explode all over the both of you and some of the crowd.

“oh my god!” all of a sudden all of your energy came back as you squealed and span around into derek’s arms, everyone’s cheers becoming background noise as you held each other.

“i kneww it.” he whispered into your ear with a playful tone, your smile widening before pulling away. “shush.” you quieted him before leaning up and pulling him into another kiss.

you were having a boy.

“congratulations.” spencer grinned as you pulled away from the hug but kept your hand on his, winching slightly at the cramp feeling in your stomach. “come.” you pulled him away to the couch.

he helped you settle down, taking a seat after when you ushered him down. “i need you.” you spoke with a slightly agressive tone and a completely serious face.

spencer’s eyebrows raised. “what?” he questioned after a moment of trying to interpret what you could possibly mean. you shook your head with a groan.

“i need facts to reassure me that i’m not gonna fall apart during birth.” you spoke, somehow even more seriously, while sharing the agent in the eyes.

“haven’t you asked morgan—“

“of course i have!” the hormones seemed to be making this situation even more dramatic atleast for you, “and he’s good at it, but i need facts and you’re the best at them.”

spencer blushed a little at the compliment. he thought everyone hated his usual rambled but here you were, practically begging him to talk. it was something he was not used to.

“what are you guys up to?” derek finally found you after speaking to of your guests, taking a seat beside you and wrapping an arm around your waist.

“she’s threatening me—“

“i am asking you,” you interrupted him with a glare thst immediately shut spencer up, “very kindly. but if you don’t then i am gonna make this child bite you, or maybe i will.”

derek chuckled as his best friends eyes widened in shock and he shuffled a little further away from you. “i was going to.” he mumbled under his as he did.

then, he finally began to reassure you with all of the facts he could think of. truthfully, he had researched a bunch when you first announced you were pregnant so he had lots of knowledge to share.

it lasted about an hour, you kept asking questions and derek was simply just nodding along until finally spencer was finished his last ramble. “any questions?” he added in after — as if he was teaching a class.

you thought for a moment but eventually shook your head. “i don’t think so.” you mumbled before letting out a sigh of relief, “thank you so much, spence, and i’m sorry about coming on so strongly before.”

derek rubbed your back as you finally let your muscles relax under his touch. “it’s fine,” spencer shrugged off your apology, “i understand why, it’s very common.”

you shuffled closer and hugged the man, “you’re gonna make the best godfather ever.” you mumbled before getting up, ignoring their hands for help as you wandered off.

spencer was frozen, though. unsure on how to react to what you had just blurted out to him. “g-godfather?” he stared intently at the floor beneath him before shifting his eyes over to derek.

the man clapped him on the back, “well i was gonna make it a bigger deal but yes, you are the godfather.” he confirmed the man. “if you’d like to be.” he added in.

“ofcourse, i just didn’t think you’d choose me.” spencer tried to hide his excitement but it was radiating off of the man very clearly. morgan only chuckled, “of course it’s you.”