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Inside me there are two wolves.

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woohoo 19 👍🏻

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i was aiming for his leg.

CRIMINAL MINDS — 1.06 “L.D.S.K.”

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THOMAS GIBSON as emotional AARON HOTCHNER | 7.10 “THE BITTERSWEET SCIENCE”

CRIMINAL MINDS (2005 — PRESENT)

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SPENCER REID and DEREK MORGAN

CRIMINAL MINDS — 8.06 "THE APPRENTICESHIP"

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MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER as SPENCER REID

CRIMINAL MINDS — 14.12 “HAMELIN”

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Oh, you love me, and I love you! I… I know I flirt with Derek, but that’s like an animal, blood-in-the-nostrils kind of thing. What we have is a pure transcendent, blueberry-filled…

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i genuinely do not understand how anyone could look at season 5 reid and not be hopelessly in love with him. look at him.

look at him.

what the FUCK

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Ryan Gosling as Sierra Six THE GRAY MAN (2022) dir. Anthony & Joe Russo

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🕶️💖

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Criminal Minds 2.09

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thought of changing my theme but tbh its been too long im attached now

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RYAN GOSLING and RACHEL MCADAMS The Notebook (2004) dir. Nick Cassavetes

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noah calhoun + a carnival date hehe… 🙈

noah calhoun x gn!reader; fluff, established relationship, mentions of carnival rides

“Baby, it’s fixed!” you whine, tugging helplessly on Noah’s sleeve as he approaches the strongman game with a determined glint in his eyes. “Don’t waste your money on that crap. I’m serious, Noah!” With a grin, he shoves his free hand into his loose pocket and the distinct jingle of change lets you know his mind is already made up. Now that it’s in his sights, there’s no convincing him otherwise.

“Nah, I’ve been savin’ up for this,” Noah replies, handing the carnie a coin once he’s within reach. “I’m gonna win you something, alright?” All the prizes lined up are things he could easily buy elsewhere without having to compete for them, but you know your boyfriend, and you know he won’t pass up the opportunity to flaunt his skills on your behalf. “What’d you want, sweetheart? A bear?” He runs his eyes over the assorted stuffed animals. “Uh, a little dolly? C’mon, pick!”

“You haven’t even won yet!” you tease, and the carnie snorts, shrugging his shoulders when Noah glares in his direction. “Maybe you’re not strong enough.” You’re goading him now, letting a playful lilt enter your tone. If he wants any chance of scoring points, you’d have to rile his competitive nature first; a plan that already seemed to be working. His cheeks are flush, chest unconsciously puffing with pride.

“Yeah? Watch this.” Immediately, he pulls away, shoving his sleeves up to his elbows and revealing the lean muscle he’s gained from working at the lumber yard. You happily admire the definition of veins while Noah heaves the wooden mallet over his shoulder with a grunt before bringing it down on the lever with as much force as he can muster. 

Eyes wide, you watch as the puck quickly climbs the tower, nearing the bell before falling short. Your groan joins a chorus of others, people who’ve gathered around to watch and play next. “That’s no fair!” A few agreeing cheers and sounds come from behind you, but the carnie shakes his head.

“Just how the game is,” he explains, reaching for one of the smaller prizes. “Kid’s got a hell of a swing, though. Best I’ve seen all night!”

The compliment seems to soothe Noah’s bruised ego and he takes his reward - a small teddy bear - with a lopsided grin. He turns to face you, holding out the stuffed animal like it’s a diamond ring, his face suddenly so serious you could almost believe he actually was proposing. “You like it?”

“I love it.”

You wrap your arms around him instead, smushing the bear somewhere between your chests. Noah presses a chaste kiss to your cheek, his face growing warm. “I did say I’d win ya something,” he grumbles, pulling back enough to wrap his arm around you. It isn’t until the bumper cars come into view a few seconds later that you realize he’s already led you to the other side of the carnival.

“No more games?” you tease.

“The rides are better anyway!”

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just wooing sebastian wilder accidentally by being urself and he’s not afraid to make it clear that he wants u!! agh!!

sebastian wilder x gn!reader; fluff, meet-cute, awkward flirting, seb being a heart-eyed pookie for u

Sebastian hits the last set of notes with such force the deafening silence of the restaurant finally clicks, and he can feel the gaped mouths and wide eyes surrounding him even with his gaze locked firmly on the ivory keys. The hushed whispers follow a second later and he gathers the strength to lift his head, a dark blond curl sweeping across his damp forehead as he does. Where he expects to see Bill’s looming figure, he finds your warm presence instead, your expression a stark contrast to those in the rest of the room.

Noticing he’s halted his set, you scurry closer, excitement visible on your face. He's not sure what you’re admiring, so Sebastian peers over his shoulder, only finding confrontation awaiting him. Bill stands by the kitchen entrance, arms crossed and face flush with anger; holding back the public outburst he’s clearly teetering on the edge of. 

“Um, excuse me,” you squeak out, and Sebastian turns back to you, raising a confused brow. “I don’t want to interrupt, really, but you just…” You shake your head, and at the sound of muffled giggles, he spots a crowded table behind you, the patrons rolling their eyes. Immediately, your features scrunch in embarrassment and you reach back, swatting your hand quietly at what must be your friends or family teasing you for boldly approaching the pianist on such a busy night. “Sorry, just, you’re really amazing.”

“Oh,” Sebastian breathes, feeling a light flush bloom on his cheeks. “Thank you. Thanks.” He nods and watches as you shove a crumpled twenty-dollar bill into his fish bowl tip jar. 

“I’d totally give you more but I just moved here and I’m pretty broke.” You laugh nervously, but all Sebastian can think is how truly appreciative you seem, even without the money. Most people carelessly toss their change at him after he plays a couple of boring songs from the setlist, but you enjoyed his music, the kind he actually liked playing. “Do you perform anywhere else?”

“Herman’s Habit, actually,” he starts, breaking into a soft smile. “When they let me, I mean. It’s pretty competitive there with all the different jazz bands.”

“That sounds amazing,” you reply, moving closer until he can see all the details on your face in the dim mood lighting. He could look at you for hours, he thinks, and for once in a long time he feels genuinely nervous, wringing his hands together to keep them from twitching. “Where is it at? I’d love to go. Live music is just so…” You make a face, searching for the right word but failing to find it. “I don’t know.” You sigh and he knows exactly how you feel. “But I don’t have to tell you that,” you continue, reading his mind.

“It’s great.” Sebastian can already imagine it, you dancing, watching him in his element. “I’ll take you,” he offers, so quickly it feels like the words are coming from someone else. “Tomorrow night, you and me. What do you say?” The look of surprise on your face is hard to miss and he worries he’s being too forward. “Or we can meet there. Anywhere, actually. But we should really go to Herman’s.”

When you tug your bottom lip between your teeth, he’s struck with the overwhelming urge to kiss you. “Like… on a date?”

“Yes,” he says, so confidently he almost believes it himself. “You’ll love it, I promise.” At least, he hopes you will. After months of living in a slump, it’s as if the universe has dropped his soulmate right in front of him, and he wants to know you so badly it makes his skin tingle. 

Another beat passes. “Alright,” you agree, unable to fight the smile tugging at your lips. “Give me the address.” You quickly pull your phone out, typing in exactly what he tells you and having him double-check it for good measure. “I really didn’t expect this when I came over here,” you admit, hoping you don’t sound too flustered. “I just wanted to compliment you, I swear.”

“Me either,” Sebastian jokes, and when you laugh, it sounds just like jazz. “How’s eight?”

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for the sleepover: noah when you're having a bad day...

i think the way he'd handle it differs a lot when he's younger/older, so post-war!noah will be under the cut! i hope this makes your day a little easier, anon <3

pre-war!noah x gn!reader; hurt/comfort, unspecified angst, mentions of fighting

seeing you sad is something noah loathes more than most things in life. he’s a generally sympathetic guy, even to complete strangers, but he's extra sensitive when it comes to you. if he had one wish, it’d be to make sure you never even frowned again. that’s why when you are feeling down, he’s wholly dedicated to getting a smile back on your face. he doesn’t have much to his name but he’s determined, and the devotion he has toward your happiness results in a few too many creative remedies. flowers, of course, wild and pulled straight from a field he’s taken you to for picnics before. if you’re more of a sweet tooth, he’ll spend his last dime getting your favorite candy, tying a loose ribbon around it for added effect. he’ll sing, dance, and even tell bad jokes recited directly from a brightly colored book of gags. 

since he knows he can’t offer you a lot in other areas of life, noah tries to make it up to you in moments like these. if he can’t cheer you up quickly he’ll feel bad about himself, doubting his abilities to give you something as simple as happiness. of course, most of the time your negative emotions aren’t related to him at all, but that doesn’t mean he won’t internalize any sadness you do project. if you are sad about something he’s done or a situation between you two, he’s adamant about fixing it. at first, it might just seem like he wants to kick your relationship issues under the rug, but he eventually tells you that he knows life is short, and would rather spend every second he has with you feeling nothing but joy.

“we can’t just run away from this, noah! you really hurt my feelings.” swallowing the lump in your throat, you try to hold your voice steady as you confront him. “don’t you care about what i think?” you ask, feeling your skin grow warm in a mix of embarrassment and frustration, the latter of which only grows with each passing second that your boyfriend stands frowning in front of you.

“y’know i do,” noah replies, softening his tone after his earlier outburst. he takes a step closer to you with his palms outstretched, eyes wide and hopeful. “i just don’t like it when we fight. don’t see a point in all of it.”

“couples fight, noah. it’s normal.”

his lips quirk at the corners and, when you finally let him interlock his fingers with yours, a small smile spreads across his face. “can’t we just be happy instead?” you scoff, trying not to give in to his persuasive words and the way his thumb rubs gently against the back of your hand. you’re already forgetting what the fight was even about and why you’ve been giving him the cold shoulder these past few days. “c’mon, you forgive me, don’t ya?”

sighing, you pull him closer. “i really don’t know how you do it.”

“is that a yes?”

+ if you like being left alone when you’re sad, you’re dating the wrong guy. as long as you’re feeling down noah’s gonna be stuck to your side like glue no matter where you are. even if you're in the bathroom he’ll be sitting outside humming to himself, trying to strike up a conversation through the door. the last thing he wants is for you to be sad and lonely, so if he can only take care of one of those problems for now don’t expect him to be leaving anytime soon.

post-war!noah x gn!reader; hurt/comfort, unspecified angst, v slight mentions of depression/ptsd

after the war, noah’s naive, narrow view of the world and other people’s emotions within it develops into a much more mature perspective. it’s an unspoken thing, really, and he only brings it up off-handedly in rare moments that you collect over years of being with him. he’s seen and dealt with things he’d never dreamed of when he was younger and the effects of those situations are obvious in the way he treats you; especially if you knew him before and can see a direct contrast to his previously blind optimism. 

instead of trying to “fix” your bad mood, noah just lets you embrace it. he knows that sometimes there isn’t much to do but ride out the wave of emotions until it subsides. of course, he’ll do whatever he can to make your day even a little easier, but he won’t let you feel guilty for wallowing in it either. sure, he can show some tough love, but he’s a real softie for you! he'll only lash out if your negativity is targeted toward him specifically, otherwise, he sees no reason to add to your already lousy day. when he is the problem, well, the sight of your tears is enough for him to drop his grudge (eventually.)

“we spendin’ all day in bed?” noah asks, the mattress sinking slightly as he sits beside your curled-up form. “'s beautiful outside.” when you peer over the comforter to look at him, you find his gaze already fixated on the view from your bedroom window, a hint of a smile hiding beneath his untamed beard. the normally cheerful tune of the birds' morning call only serves to remind you of your own lingering sadness, and you let out a heavy sigh.

“right, well…” noah shifts, and you close your eyes, waiting for the sound of the door closing behind him as he goes to start his day. “c’mon, darling, scooch over.” instead, his rough palm pats your hip, determination clear in his steady tone.

you sit up a little, brows furrowing. “aren’t you gonna go out?”

he shakes his head, crawling under the various quilts and blankets thrown across your bed the second you give him enough space. “and leave you here to mope all by yourself?” his fingers dig into your sides, urging you closer until he can press a ticklish kiss to your bare shoulder. “nah…” the gentle touch of his lips lingers and he only continues once you’ve settled against him. “i think i can stay a while longer.”

+ noah is, underneath all the bluntness, surprisingly rational. if your bad mood is the result of a less-than-ideal situation, he’s a great man to have talk you through it. he’ll take you out for a drive, boat ride, or even just a walk, letting you rant about whatever is bothering you before offering his own advice. as long as you take it with a grain of salt, and execute the delivery with a bit more decorum, his suggestions can be a lot of help!

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