#also last gif...she's so pretty he's so lucky

[iamacolor]

I'm afraid I might have stolen your joy and you might never get a chance to perform on stage because of me.

LOVELY RUNNER - EPISODE 11

[expirednukacola]

ORANGE COLORED SKY 🏜️ || Cooper Howard x Fem!Reader

𐚁⊹₊ ⋆☆

My first fic about this bonafide work of ART! AKA The one and only, Cooper Howard / The Ghoul. This MAN has everyone lined up to get a taste so I am here to deliver! This is also a little surprise for @lexiway121!!! Reader is fem and in her mid-ish - late-ish 20s in this fic! This will also be a two part fic!! ..Maybe even more. SUMMARY: reader is little miss janey’s babysitter (cooper is going to need all the help he can get ESPECIALLY DURING A DIVORCE) and reader was invited to the kids birthday party (seen in the beginning of ep 1) as cooper’s plus two just to keep an extra eye on janey and the horse/sugarfoot. everything was nice until.. FLASH! BAM! ALAKAZAM!

chapter 1.5 : here!

og gif made by: @lousolversons !!

“Flash! Bam! Alakazam!”

“Out of an orange colored sky!”

The birthday party was going perfectly! You and Janey were standing somewhat near Cooper as he did his lasso tricks on his beloved horse, Sugarfoot. The birthday boy, alongside with his plethora of friends, were all staring and gasping in awe as the cowpoke twirled the lasso up and down to where he was inside of the spinning circle of rope. Cooper noticed their precious, little reactions and smiled back at his audience, a tender yet low chuckle escaping his throat.

Seeing how happy he looked and smiled as well, your cheeks became a tad bit blushed.. definitely from the L.A. heat — and that’s when Janey looked up at her and noticed how you, her babysitter, were smiling at her dad.. “Twitterpated..” -Was what the seven year old mumbled under her breath; she really needed to slow her roll on asking her dad what certain words meant. You, on the other hand, didn’t quite hear what Janey mumbled so you jokingly decided to peep out a little, “What was that, sweetie?” and all you got in response was an “innocent” little “Nothiiiiiiiing!”

After a few minutes of continuing his lasso show, Cooper got off his trusty stead and adjusted Sugarfoot’s saddle with such care while Janey rushed over to try and help her father. “Alright, birthday boy,” The cowboy said while looking at the VERY excited kid, “Let’s get a photo of ya up here on Sugarfoot.” As Cooper picked up the boy to place him on the horse while his daughter held onto the reigns, the birthday boy’s dad and his buddy, aka Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dipshit, start talking about Cooper Howard.

“Why the hell is Cooper Howard workin’ kids’ birthday parties?” The dad’s friend muttered as he held onto a bottle of some pretty cheap beer, and the dad responded with the most embarrassing answer known to man, “What else? Alimony.” The asshole said nonchalantly before he went back to nursing his shitty bottle of beer. That made Cooper whip his head around to look at the father with his mouth slightly agape, flabbergasted he would even bring that shit up at his kid’s party. To make things worse, sweet Janey popped up and asked the billion dollar question.. “What did they say, dad?”

Cooper looked down at his precious little angel with a quiet yet warm voice, “That I’m lucky to have such a good helper like you.” Poor, innocent Janey didn’t know what was going on between her Dad and Momma. All she knew was that she would have some very long weekends with her Momma and her Grandma and then she would go back to stay with her tired Dad.

Knowing what Cooper was going through and hearing those horrible words come out of that assholes mouth, you glared at the boy’s father so hard that he could fucking feel it. The dad looked back at you and rolled his eyes, pointing at you while muttering, “Some people say he cheated on his wife with his kid’s babysitter.” That was the last fucking straw and you wanted to smack the living daylights out of him. “Are you fucking kidding me, you goddamn pig-” You muttered but Janey quickly grabbed onto your hand with that same sweet smile she always had.

The anger that boiled inside of your body slowly began to simmer down into nothingness as you moved out of the way so the dad (AKA the head honcho of being an asshole) could take a photo of his son on top of the horse with Cooper standing next to him and little Janey holding onto the reigns, “All right- You ready?” The dad positioned the camera and even though the kid had a smile that was brighter than the 4th of July, the cowboy’s smile seemed.. off. Usually, Cooper would have these sweet dimples on either side of his mouth when he would smile real big for photos or when his daughter would do something extraordinary.. But those dimples weren’t there for these pictures.

Click!

After the photo was taken, the cowpoke carefully lifted up the giddy child from the saddle on Sugarfoot to the soft and lush green grass beneath them. Cooper was just about to check up on you and his daughter, but- “Hey, honey- Honey! Get with Cooper. Let’s get a picture.” -Mayor Asshat of Assville motioned the man to stand next to his wife. Though Cooper was a little awkward about the whole ordeal, he quickly posed up next to the wife and had that fake smile on his face once more.

Click!

“Aw- Coop, Coop, Coop! Do your thumbs-up.” The jerkwad ordered and right as you were about to intervene, Cooper (sorta) stood his ground and quickly responded with, “..Yeah, you know, given the state of everything, I prefer not to, if that’s all right.” But guess what? Señor Shit-for-brains wasn’t having it because being an asshole was in his damn genes. “Why not?” asked Count Fuckhead-ula, “It’s what you’re famous for.” he added right after but his wife, the one with common sense in the relationship, told “Bob” to drop it.

“We- uh.. We gotta get this rodeo on the road.” Cooper said with his head tilted slightly downwards towards the vibrant green grass beneath his worn leather boots while the boy’s mother handed him a check. Quickly, you grabbed onto the reigns that hung from Sugarfoot’s neck and clicked your tongue to get the horse to start walking. “..Well that was just fuckin’ lovely, huh Sugar?” Muttering solemnly under your breath, you walked alongside the sweet stead, tying the beautiful horse up to a tree so it wouldn’t run loose.

A good 5 minutes roll on by like a tumbleweed and You were walking around with Cooper by your side.. while the two of you were picking up giblets of trash left behind by some kids and adults. “I never thought that I was going to be doing this at a kid’s birthday party, Mr. Howard. Picking up trash after people is not what I had planned.” You stood back up after having to bend over to pick up an empty bottle of orange flavored Nuka Cola. “Oh yeah? What did you have planned, missy?” Cooper looked over at you with one of his eyebrows raised up and a smirk growing on his lips.. those gorgeous lips alongside those beautiful hazel eyes- “Uhhh- I don’t know? Maybe mingle with some of the parents and swipe myself a piece of cake. I heard it was chocolate cake.” A little smile grew on your face but your blooming happiness all went to waste when you saw “Bob the Shit Talker” staring at both of you through the window.

“But for a grown ass man to talk shit about us with his lil buddy and then having us pick up trash left by him and his guests was definitely not on my list.” You angrily sneered at the man who continued to glare at you two through the window before letting out a loud and deep sigh. Cooper, God bless this sweet man’s soul, quickly stood up and looked at you. “He did.. what? I knew he was talking shit about me but he and Mr. Clean were talking about you? ..Fuck- It was that rumor again, huh?”

The sweet-hearted cowboy looked up at the sky as if he were silently praying to God himself to smite down that piece of shit before he looked over at your slightly blushed to make sure you weren’t boo-hooing over something that wasn’t even true. He knew you didn’t have to answer him because the look of embarrassment on your face was all he needed to know.. but at least you weren’t crying.

After a few minutes of some much needed silence, you both made your way back to Janey, who was eyeing that delicious chocolate cake as she wrapped her own little lasso around her hand. You saw how Janey was looking at that cake.. and you started to look at the cake the same way the little girl was staring at that frosted piece of heaven.

“Why didn’t you do it?” Janey’s words snapped you out of your hungered staring contest with the cake. You looked down at the little girl that was looking at her father, who was now crouched down next to her. “The thumbs-up.” Oh shit.. She just accidentally busted open a huge ass can of Marine flashbacks for Cooper. At first, he tried to make her forget about it by telling her it was “grown up business” but those sweet, sweet eyes of hers were just too much for his heart to handle.

You crouched down next to the girl and gently placed a hand on her upper back, gently rubbing your thumb against the material of her button up’s collar. “Honey.. The reason why your dad doesn’t like having his thumb up is because-” Your words were cut off from Cooper clearing his throat and placing a hand on your shoulder, immediately making you shut up so he could be the one to explain it to his daughter. The older man explained what they taught him when he was in the Marines to his daughter, telling her that he and his fellow marines would hold up their thumbs whenever a bomb would drop. If the cloud of smoke was smaller than their thumbs, they had to run for the hills.. and if the cloud was larger than their thumbs, they wouldn’t even have to worry about running.

“..Who wants some cake?” You chirped out awkwardly while standing up, brushing your hands against your top before placing them on your hips. Janey’s eyes immediately lit up with absolute joy from the thought of having a slice of cake, and she quickly nodded her head with her hands clasped together. “I’ll see if I can snag you girls a couple o’ pieces, ‘kay?” The infamous cowboy stood up as well and walked inside of the house and you decided to join him to grab your own slice of heaven.

FLASH!

Once Cooper grabbed his daughter a slice and you grabbed your own, you two rejoined his little angel once more but instead of seeing her sweet smile shining brightly on her face, you were both met with her holding up her thumb and a horrified look on her face. Her body was trembling, her bottom lip was quivering, her eyes were tearing up, and when she spoke, she sounded like she was looking Death itself straight in the eyes..

“Is it your thumb or mine?”

…

“It’s just a fire..”

You could hear the dread in his voice and the sound of her little heart pounding against her ribcage as you followed their gazes to a.. large cloud of smoke and destruction. Your own heart start to rapidly beat profusely inside your body and your eyes widened in terror as a wave of radiation started coming your way. Everything felt as if it were in slow motion as you and Cooper both decided to crouch down to clutch Janey close to your bodies to shield her from any harm.

As the wave finally passed through, the glass windows shattered into millions of shards varying from large pieces to microscopic fragments and felt one of the medium sized pieces plunge itself into the side of your calf. “Oh GOD!!” A horrifying shriek of pain found its way from out of your body as Cooper quickly scooped both you and his daughter up in his arms, quickly running towards his much needed horse, Sugarfoot.

BAM!

Dread pulses throughout your body while your eyes darted across the scene around you — Parents with their sons and daughters in their arms, people running around aimlessly like ants after a menace of a child stepped on their nest, and the screams and cries of frightened young children wanting to go home. You’re pulled out of your frightened state when Cooper tried to push you up on Sugarfoot after he placed his daughter up on the saddle. “Cooper.. Cooper! No!! Get Janey out of here! You have to get her out of here!!” You pushed yourself away from him and stumbled back, your limp leg giving its all to keep you somewhat supported.

“Y/N- Get on the damn horse! I can’t just leave you here!” He tried to pull you back towards him but you limped back away from him once more. “You need to get her out of here, Coop.. Please.” Tears welled up in your eyes and they fell down your cheeks when they became too heavy for your eyes to hold. “Please.. Go- Get out of here!!” You pushed him away and back towards the horse, and you swore you saw him shed a lone tear.

As more bombs fell from the sky, you watched in grief as your beloved cowboy hop on his horse and grabbed on the reigns, immediately whipping them a little to signal Sugarfoot to get the fuck out of there — away from the chaos and away from the horror.. away from you. You dropped to your knees as you bawled your pretty little eyes until there were no more tears to shed.. and when you heard the faint whistle of a bomb dropping nearby.

ALAKAZAM!

This was the end, you thought. The end of the world, the end of your life, and the end of everything and everyone that you loved.. and the beginning of a new age: The beginning of a nuclear fallout. As you kneeled down on the green grass that was way too vibrant to be real, you tilted your head upwards and looked towards the sky, smiling one last time before your skin began to burn, your insides feeling as if they were being cooked at a thousand degrees, your voice becoming rasped and broken as you screamed in complete and utter agony. You took your final breath of irradiated air underneath that hideous orange colored sky.

THE END ..?

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thank you so much for reading the first chapter of Orange Colored Sky! i hope you liked it as much as i did and i hope you can excuse the.. nicknames i gave “bob” at the beginning (he deserved it though! he was an asshole for absolutely no reason.)

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[yandere-kokeshi]

yandere ghost yandere ghost yandere ghost yandere ghost yandere ghost yandere ghost yandere ghost yandere ghost yandere ghost

— His Prey

Pairing: yandere childhood friend Simon x gn reader

Warnings: yandere behavior, slight spoilers for the comics; if you haven’t read it yet, I’d highly recommend reading it - stalking, implied family abuse, kidnapping(?), mentions of alcohol, hinting that the reader is slightly older, and smut.

Smut tags: dubcon, public sex(?), size kink, creampie (wrap it before you tap it!!), messy aftercare(?), and kidnapping?

A/N: I hope you enjoy this. This took so long and this is probably my favorite one. But I may take a break from smut, idk 🤷‍♂️

GIF IS NOT MINE || BELONGS TO @/sgt-gaz

You had been missing for years. Decades that seemed to last for millions for Ghost. As a kid, he’d imagine marriage and having kids - something that every kid admires at least once. 

It’s true, he did love you, you always took care of him and helped clean him up after every time he had himself a fuck up. Be it romance problems, money problems, or even family problems. You always struck out your head for him. So, why wouldn’t he look for you?

Your family gave up on you, for reasons that are now beyond him. For reasons that disgusted and angered him. 

On his fair share, he could understand what you had gone through. His family was also a mess, specifically his father - always screaming at anyone, especially at you whenever you came to visit. It was a mess. Just like he was and still is. 

But, when he got the news that you ran away; your loyal image distorted and tainted by your family’s grief and anger.

He was angry. He remembers jumping over fences, ignoring the pouring rain, and running to your home - not believing the words of his father, but when he knocked frantically, your drunken father answering with slurring words and the smell of cigarettes strong, he knew you had left.

Asking where you had gone, all your father did was shrug his shoulders. Talking down to you as a ‘pent-up bitch who deserved to leave’.

Those few nights in jail weren’t fun. He can still feel the blood on his knuckles. The bruises cracked his skin and made them bleed. To Simon, he was a lucky bastard to even still breathe. 

It hurts to be left behind, but Simon soon understood. For your own safety and happiness, you had to escape. He knew in his heart and soul that he’d find you again sooner or later. 

And when he did, he’d feel your hands hug him tightly. Hear that pretty voice of yours that was addicting to listen to, even if he didn’t know what you were talking about. Those times in your garage, listening to heavy rock and dancing to the embarrassing beats as you pulled him into a messy kiss. 

Those memories were precious to him. 

You two went your own ways. But now… he grasps the nice times he had with you. Comforting and safe times with you. The ones where he could run to your home - knocking on your window at midnight, covered in sweat from how fast he ran. Your embrace was the best for him.

Tightening his hold on the film in his hands, the one where you two are hugging from his graduation, days before you had left. He sighed; inhaling through his tight teeth, he jumped out of his truck and started walking towards the diner he knew so much about. 

You are his mission, for now, and until he dies. 

Ghost had gathered enough information about your cold trail to find you. Found a friendly woman on the way, one that was quite nice and oblivious to the dangers - a nice and gentle lady who had offered to give him the location where she had last seen you a few weeks ago. 

A sad but comforting word of, love goes a long way. I hope you find them. 

Thudding his worn boots against the pavement, he admired the morbidly dead-beat town; a few people passing by him, eyes staring at him as if he was an alien. But, what was weirder was that no kids were running around - no music or loud beeping of cars could be heard. 

Only the occasional noises of crickets and wind blowing against the covering of his hoodie. It was uncomfortable. 

Approaching the recognizable diner, the lights were flickering. The run-down neon lights of spotted letters buzzed ever so slightly, the humming could be easily mistaken as a wasp nest. The letters were barely hanging on, only having support from the strings above the window; swinging left to right as if it was a lullaby.  

The D and R had shut down completely, making the rest of entire letters seem bigger, a series of flickering flashes that made it as though threatening. 

But threatening didn‘t scare him. Not anymore at least. It was something he was used to it.

Coming inside, the loud but nostalgic ding! Was nice to hear. His eyes follow the insides of the booth, looking at the familiar retro commercials playing on the TVs and people munching on the greasy food, chugging cheap beer down their throats, and jazzed music playing in the background. 

The heavy smell of oily french fries and vanilla milkshakes burned into his nose. A familiar chase of reminiscent, made him shut his eyes as he sighed, stupidly.

What if you weren’t here? What if… all of this was a dream and he was still a beat-up kid? It was something he didn’t wanna think about, but with everything that’s happened - his family, his home, his mind a fucked up place; everything was possible.

Taking a deep but swift sigh, he reopened them, revealing a familiar face on the opposite side of the counter. It didn’t even take a second for him to know who it was. 

It’s you. Look at you…

Walking about, doing your job as you unknowingly noticed the man in a giant hoodie. He watched you walk from table to table - seeing your little notepad and the recognizable clicky pen you’ve somehow kept. The black and orange lines on it have yet faded. Didn’t he give you that in high school? 

You’ve… grown. Still cute as a darlin’. Addicting as ever. 

He saw you smile at your coworker - their voice going into the abyss of his mind. Your smile is so pretty. It still is. Your laugh too. It was way too genuine for this crappy and unsafe place; a place you shouldn’t even call home.

It gave him the chills. The way your voice was nothing but a gift. Such a gentle smile and laugh. Just like in the old times.

The memories hit him like a train. The photos and slow moments of spending most of the summer with you, running away from old men who were yelling at you for stealing candies at 7/11 - you were facetious and flirty, somehow always grabbing his hands, pulling him along to your mischievous plans. Then, it was fun. 

After all, in his mind, you were still the gorgeous partner he so loved. A love grew into need. A need that turned into years of searching and trying to find you again. 

But looking at you now, Ghost betted a few hundred bucks - that you’d look really nice with his tattooed arm around your throat - those lips promising to be good and treat him well. 

You always tasted amazing. Even whilst sweating or crying. 

Tonight, you were exactly what he was looking for: his soulmate. Sure, he didn’t believe in that kind of stuff, but he knew you were meant for him. You were everything he could ask for. 

Besides, with that adorable smile of yours, you were practically begging to be manhandled and thrust up against the brick walls behind the diner. For now, all he had to do was wait till you were off. And again, you were his mission after all. And he takes them very seriously. 

“Night, Rebecca!” You yelled, shutting the door behind you as you started walking towards your apartment. Pulling your jacket more into your figure, you cursed out loud. Jeez, did today have to be more exhausting? 

Maybe I could stop at the wine shop. It is Friday after all, you thought. As you continued to walk down the similar path to your apartment, you never noticed the large figure following right behind you. 

Though, you were always a bit naïve. Somethin’ that drew Simon in like a rope around a horse.

Suddenly, whilst you were walking, your phone slipped out of your pocket. The brutal hit of your phone screen smacking onto the concrete made you cringe. Your heart banged out of your chest as you immediately let out a wild yelp.

“Shit!” You blurted out, crouching down to pick it up. Though, as you went down, there was a rush of wind and suddenly you were hoisted by hands grabbing you by the waist. You screamed, trying to kick and hit whatever was behind you, whilst trying your best to ignore the anxiety spiraling in your chest and down your body.

The back of your head smacked against the stone of the wall. But before you could react, a hand was placed over your mouth as the stench of incense and light booze crawled into your nostrils; letting you take in the large yet dark figure in front of you which was leveled with the sight of a black hoodie and muscular arms. 

“Shh,” a gritty voice growled in your ear. “I won’t hurt you.”

Is this where you’re gonna die? Where the Fox News makes a case for your murder in cold blood?

It was then that you noticed the nature of the voice, the familiar smell of comfort waving in. Home. It smelled like home. 

Preparing yourself, you peeked up at the tall and masked man, barely reassuring yourself as the adrenaline of fright from being thrown into a dark alleyway and being held against the bricked wall was starting to sit in.

Though connecting eyes with the man, you released a gasp. Looking into those recognizable brown eyes you could remember anywhere.  

“Simon?”

It’s his eyes. Black holes. No stars. The face paint around his eyes burned into them like ash.

He could feel his heartbeat in his hands, a sudden reminder of his given name, sitting nearly forgotten at his hidden identity; whipped away with ‘Ghost’ and ‘The most Brutal Soldier’. 

Simon was no longer Simon. He was Ghost. A hulking behemoth of a man. Nothing but pumped full of adrenaline, a dexterity for killing. A cover-up from his messed up, a shit show of the past. 

“Holy shit…”

Your gaze made his heart ache. Watching how tears swelled up into them, how blown wide they were. All he wanted was to wipe those away and kiss them better. Comfort you the times you did to him when he’d come to you crying - feeling your small hands wrap around him and kiss his neck affectionately.

“I thought… your family and you–”

Your hands were shaking - fists clenching and unclenching as his hoodie near his chest. Your voice was shaking, almost like a doe-eyed deer trying to escape its predator; thriving at its very last breath as it tried to talk. But, nothing was coming out. All that was heard were hiccups and the slight pounder of cars driving by.

You sniffled, eyes flashing. The sweet look of concern on your adorable face. 

His hand went down, pulling away at his gloves before wiping your tears as more came down. Your hands, always delicate and soft, ascended to hover above his face, barely touching his skulled balaclava. He could feel his throat tighten - like a noose was secured around it. Threatening to yang the weapon if he dared to speak.

“Can… I pull it down?”

You expected a harsh no. A quiet negative answer. You could tell he was wearing it for a reason. Hiding something that he didn’t want you or anyone else to see. It squeezed your heart - uncertainty piling into your stomach. 

Though, when his fingers curled around the bottom of the balaclava - pulling up and off the mask, your throat went dry.

So much has changed since you were kids, the Simon you once knew: the soft chubbed cheek and rounded smile was now scarred. Everything on his face was bumped, unmetrical. Dry and harsh. Something you’d never expect from your Simon. 

“H-how…” You asked, reaching him to touch his warm cheek - your fingers grazing over his littered cheek of scars. He almost didn’t look like the Simon you knew years ago. His eyes and hair stayed the same. But the rest of him didn’t. The tattoos, his demeanor, the scars, the littered marks all over his body and hands that were once soft and hot to touch. Instead of being the scrawny kid he once was, he was now… big and intimidating. 

“I know. Not the proudest moment to introduce again,” He chuckled, his giant hands grabbing yours and tightening his hold. He pulled them up to his lips, taking a moment to look into your eyes before kissing your knuckles.

“I won’t let anything hurt ya’ anymore, okay?” He stated, his hand letting go of yours and wrapping them around the curves of your hips, pulling you closer towards him as he pushed his face into your hair, inhaling a sharp sigh. 

“Simon. How did you…?” You ushered out, laying your forehead on his chest as you waited for his answer.  Simon — took an agonizingly long minute to reply, his hands tightening around your hips as you wrapped your arms around his lower back, feeling more tears rolling down your face. 

“It’s a long story, doll.” He stated, digging his face deeper into your hair as you felt your stomach twist and turn into butterflies. 

You detach yourself from his chest, looking up at him as your lips quivered. “I- don’t understand Simon. How are you…?”

“How what, sweetheart?” He looked down at you, his hand going up to your chin, quickly wiping the tears that fell as he patiently waited for your answer. 

“Your father- he…”

Suddenly, Simon growled out. His grip on your hips tightened, making you grimace loudly. “Don’t. He doesn’t matter. What… happened years ago doesn’t matter right now.”

“I didn’t mean-”

“Shh- it’s fine. Jus’... You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.” He danced his fingers up your chest, making their way to your sternum. Slowly he unbuttoned your shirt, making sure to take his time as his lips attached to your neck, leaving a few marks that he intends to stay. 

“S-imon,” Your words were a little above a whisper, peppered with high-pitched gasps that seemed to be enjoyed by the man in front of you; his lips kissing your ear, jaw, and neck. Slowly making his way down to your stomach.

“I know. Me too,” He chuckled, fully unbuttoning your shirt, and pulling it off as it fell onto the floor. “Been waitin’ the right time, for you to become mine again. I promise I won’t be too mean.” 

A whine blanked your mind, feeling his hands knead at your soft skin, cupping your arse under his fingers as he dropped your pants onto the floor. “Fuck, n-not here please.” Though, Simon’s answer was a harsh one as you felt something hard poking you on your thigh.

“It’s fine. I’ll be fast then we can leave, yah’?” His chest touched yours, and with his strong hands, he gripped your thighs and hiked you up onto his hips, knocking your knees together which prompted you to wrap and tighten your legs around his waist. 

Your hands fisted his hoodie on his shoulder, “What are you—!” 

A moan was let out as you felt his fingers dip beneath your briefs, teasing your core as you cried out; feeling him hit that spot that made your knees go weak. “Oh gosh-” you gasped.

Simon drew his face closer to yours and kissed you. The taste of alcohol and tangy smoke blended in with your breath as he kissed you so sweet that you never wanted it to end - your moan being muffled as his tongue explored your cave. 

Your fingers traveled from his shoulders up to the back of his head, grabbing a fistful of his hair as you two hungrily fought for a truce; fighting the urge to smile as he groaned from your sly fingers. 

Finally, you two separated for air - heaving deeply as you two looked into each other’s eyes. Suddenly, you felt his fingers push up inside you in a twirling motion. You groaned and writhed beneath him, and as you did, your thigh pushed against his groin.

His harsh breath that blew onto you had goosebumps rise across your skin.

“I need you.” he rasped. 

You reached your hand down to slide your hand inside his pants to grip his erect cock. You swallow the words that wanted to come out, feeling how your fingers barely touch around the width of him. Jesus, how could anyone have this size? 

You rub your thumb over the tip. He’s leaking pre-cum and when your nails grazed his sensitive head, he shivered. By the time you had removed your fingers, bringing them up to your lips, his hands were already finishing unbuttoning his belt and undoing his zipper; freeing his cock.

He was thick, with a bulbous base. He had building veins. Some on the underlining of his cock, outlining the leaking pre-come, rolling down the length of his cock. He also had a happy trail, a sagittal one that was very attractive. 

You ached to feel him inside you, but when you reached down, he shook his head. “Let me taste ya’ first.”

Taking a minute, you nodded, and he took your hips in both of his giant hands; adjusting your position up onto his shoulders, letting your legs hang off them. He then lowered his mouth to your body, kissing and nipping down to your V-line, then worked his tongue and teeth to pull down your undergarment as he came to the sensitive skin where your thigh met your pelvis. 

He kissed you there sweetly, breathing in your tainted-sweat skin and scent. Infuriatingly ignoring where you wanted to be touched most. 

He groans out your name. Spilling it out like a love spell.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he started to work his tongue over and around you. Circling, sucking, caressing. Taking in your taste like a wolf with its mate.

At first, Simon only kept his left hand on your thigh, watching you unravel from his mouth — bucking upwards into his mouth, seeing you moan out as he growled against you, sending vibrations to your core. His nails dug deeply into your thighs, adding a counterpoint to the intense sensations of his tongue and lips as he made sure you whined out.

It took you a pretty short time before he brought you breathless, pushing you over to the edge with his tongue and hands. The rough fingers of his, the depth of penetration of his tongue, and the wet noises made you go boneless. 

Yet, he still didn’t move the heat of his mouth from your hole while you came, admiring how your body clung to the concrete wall and his head for support as your shouts echoed throughout the alleyway. He cleaned you more with his tongue — relishing the taste of you.

“Fucking hell.” he grunts.

He departed himself from the mess he had caused - giving you a quick peck before he hiked you back onto his hips, moving your legs around his lower back as he lowered his slick cock between your parted legs, breathing hard.

“I need you, darlin’,” He growled in your ear.

You panted, nodding slowly as your vision was barely picking up - already overstimulated from how long it has been since anyone else has made you cum quite violently. 

His breath was hot. Breathing directly down to your collarbone as he nudged the hot tip of his cock against your entrance. He’s too big, his blunt head snags against your entrance. You breathe through your nose, brow furrowing as you tighten your eyes closed. 

“Jesus Christ,” He hissed as he bucks, clearly impatient, needing more as he feels the clutch of your sex. 

“Easy.. please,” You try, feeling him draw your forehead against his, the sweaty skin rubbing against each other as you two share the love you two once shared - an act of surface, awaiting till it boils over.

“Fuck,” he mutters in your ear. 

You cling to him, desperate and a little dizzy. He’s so big and you’re so full, packed to the very brim as his cock drags against your sensitive walls; you feel his nose press into your cheek, his mouth sliding against your jaw as he grinds into you.

“Ss’good,” he utters quietly, “Fuck, I love ya’ so much.”

You cried out in pleasure - clenching down at his shoulders as you bit your finger. His hips and cock punching against the furthest part of your core. He releases a deep groan of pleasure at your sheer tightness.

“More!” You rasped out, grabbing his cheek and kissing him. He parted his lips and let your tongue taste his mouth. You tasted yourself - but you didn’t mind. All you cared about was Simon. Your Simon. 

He plants his feet deeper into the concrete, beginning to really fuck you. Positioning his hips and slamming up inside you until the sound of only your soaked hole swallowing him repeatedly along with slapping skin bouncing off the walls.

It’s overwhelming. The heavy smell of rain. The smell of sex and the sounds of raspy groans. Squelchy noises of your hole being brutally hit as your thighs are turning raw. It’s rasp and chafe. But you were enjoying it. Enjoying every bit of it.  

“Fuckin’ hell,” he hushed out, his hips snapping more. “Feels so good.”

He began to move deeper, harder, sharper. You clutched at his giant arms, your legs tightening around his waist as his hips cracked more. You felt his muscles tighten, a slight warning of him crashing down to his peak. 

Your toes curled. Entwining up with the sensations spreading all over your body, pounding at your sensitive ears. You could hear everything. Feel everything. Taste everything. 

He’s reclaiming you. His hips fully abusing your hips and thighs. His groans and tightened jaw were a sight to see. His eyes shut closed as his body tightened up. 

“Come for me.” he says, “I know you need to, love.” 

Your eyes rolled in the back of your head. Yet another pleasure crash came over you, consuming you again, and at that, with a bellow that shook to your very core, your orgasm took you by surprise with a scream.

His voice lowers down. His hips sped up even more as your toes curled and head rolled back - eyes seeing white. Your nails dug into his back. 

You felt Simon stiffen. The warmth of his spent filling you. His hips spasmed and jerked, his jaw clenching with a long groan, his eyes screwed shut as you felt hot liquid rush inside you, stuffing you full. Even as he pressed his hips tightly against yours, still grinding at the pleasure, you were a moaning mess. 

When he finished, he let out a soft sigh. Still sitting inside you, he prepped kisses all over your neck, sliding his tongue with your sweaty skin and dug his nose into it. You felt him mumble some words, but you paid no attention. 

Slowly pulling back, making sure to not overwhelm you, he let you back on the ground. Simon had his hands on your waist, ensuring you were still there - almost as if he loosened his grip, even by a grain of salt, you’d disappear. 

“That was…” You went to say something, but with dopamine and adrenaline still coursing through your veins, your brain was left blank - possibly melting. 

Simon chuckled, leaning over to kiss your forehead before looking you directly in the eye. “You okay?” 

You nodded, “Jus’ tired and cold.”

He nodded, adjusting his pants and getting dressed. Belting his pants back up before crouching down to grab your clothes that were thrown on the floor. Standing back up, he handed them to you.

“You should get dressed,” He said. 

“Not in the mood to stain my clothes,” You laughed, running your fingertips over your collarbone that was stained with sweat. Simon looked down between your legs, before looking behind you as you felt your cheeks heat up. 

“You need to get dressed.” He grabbed the bottom of his hoodie, pulling it off of him as he prompted you to raise your arms. Nonetheless, Simon’s smell gave you an undying amount of comfort. Shoving your arms through the sleeves, he helped you get your head through the top hole before adjusting the bottom of the fabric, making sure it covered you whole. 

And that it did. You marvel at how large the damn hoodie is, your fingertips barely peeking at the ends of the sleeves and the end of the hoodie covering most of your thighs. It was astonishing.

“Hey, where’s my—!” Before you could finish the question about your phone, you yelped - feeling yourself get picked off the ground. You were picked up by Ghost, being rested in his arms as he held you with such care. Making sure you were comfortable before resting your head on his chest. 

You could feel his heart thumping - picking a beat at the sound of drums. Like tapping your fingers at your desk as you studied a book scenario. It was comforting.  

“Why– where are we going?” You asked, looking up at him with a face of confusion as he adjusted his mask; his eyes peering down at you from the balaclava.  

“M’ taking you home.” He stated, his hands curling more around your body. 

You blinked at him, surprised. 

“Home? You don’t even know where my apartment is. How would you—?”

“—You’re gonna stay with me,” he clarifies, ducking his head as the both of you started walking away from the alleyway. Slight embarrassment rises in your cheeks as you realized you just fucked in an alleyway. Not the first time with him.

You huffed out an annoyed sigh, you replied with a quick answer, “That’s not what I meant. Where are we going?”

There was only silence after that, and you had worried that maybe you pushed too far. Possibly angered him. After calling his name twice and no answer coming forward, you decided to quit asking. 

You slid your arms around his neck, paying no attention to your surroundings. Unintentionally, you dug your face into his shoulder, taking a deep inhale before you listened to the wind; admiring how quiet it was.

Surely, you could see a smug smirk trail against Simon’s face - but you paid no attention. You were tired. Exhausted at best.

Suddenly, you heard a car; a truck gets unlocked from behind you. You were prompted to look, but when you got sight of the black Chevy truck, suddenly the door being opened by Simon and you being placed in the passenger seat beside the driver, you slumped into the seat.

You waited for him to climb in. Hearing the backdoor to your left open and shut loudly before you heard him get in. He shuffled in his seat, reaching over to buckle in his seatbelt before looking in your direction.

“Here.”

You looked at his hand, a huge white wool blanket being handed to you. You grabbed it, the fabric practically melting into your fingers. It was so soft. And smelled like him too.

You heard Simon chuckle at your reaction before starting up the truck, turning down the radio to ensure you were comfortable. He put on the heaters - readjusting the way of direction to blow so it could puff directly at you.

“Tomorrow, we’ll stop and get your stuff. From now on, you’ll stay with me.”

You nodded. Not saying anything. But when you tucked into the blanket around your form, making sure it covered your shoulders and legs, you felt his hand move over, gripping your thigh as he squeezed three times; his way of saying, ‘I love you’. 

It made you smile. Turning your sight over to look into the side mirror, you watched as your town got further away. The lights turned into small gusts of balls as you watched the road become thinner and thinner. Before turning into nothing but a small pan of memories. 

You lay there a long time, just listening to the sound of the music and the occasional blinking of the car to signal changing lanes. It was until you found yourself slipping into sleep right after a few minutes. Turned out you’d missed the contact as much as he had. It was probably for the best, that you stayed with him for a while. 

Not that he’d let you go.

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HEYY so I love your writing and have been stalking your account since yesterday 🤭 I checked and I saw ur request were open so I figured I’d shoot my shot and send a request but if you’re not interested it’s totally fine !!

I saw that you don’t have Harry on ur master list so idk if you take request for him? So I won’t request smth for him here but if you do write for him pls lmk !!

Ok now my actual request, can you write smth for Theodore Nott x fem!reader where reader is like tough and usually goes against the grain of what other people are doing and for once she decides to actually go to a party when a Some Guy starts hitting on her and she’s like obviously very not into it Theo confronts the guy and gets into a fight with him.

Like maybe they’ve known each other since they were young and when they got to hogwarts they grew apart bc they were in different houses but Theo has been like hardcore crushing on her for years lol. And like after he gets into the fight she cleans him up in the bathroom and is all like “you didn’t have to do that I can take care of myself” and he’s all like “yah I know” but feeling smug bc she’s blushing or smth and he’s all happy bc yah it’s been a while but maybe he still has a chance and doesn’t just have to watch her from afar forever 🤭

SORRY this is so long but I have been having Theo brain rot and this idea has been floating in my head for a couple days now

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A/N: yk what i didn’t think i would but i WILL write for harry, send it in anon 🫂 also this request is so good pls gif cred: @possession

Pairings: Theodore Nott x Fem!Non-Slytherin!Reader

Summary: Battered and bruised, Theo misses you like hell and now seems like a great time to tell you. 1.5k words

Warnings: fluff, theo gets in a physical fight, unsolicited flirting, cursing, tw blood/wounds, kissing, lots of ‘bellissima’, soo much pining

"What's she doing here?" Mattheo welcomes Pansy with a kiss on the cheek, leering at you like he's amused by your presence.

"I convinced her to show up, so pretty please don't scare her away," Pansy coos, patting him on the shoulder before disappearing towards the couches.

"It’s a your lucky day," he huffs, guiding you towards the sound of drunken laughter and song. "I know someone who's dying to see you."

"Don't we all," you tease. By the looks of it, he's leading you into the belly of the beast—a group of Slytherin boys crowded around a brassy gramophone. "So, who exactly is dying to see me?"

"Don’t play dumb, sweetheart... you know who," he whispers before slinking off to find a drink.

"Mattheo!" you shout, "Coglione." Maybe you should hunt Pansy down. She's the one who forced you to come after all, she deserves to bear witness to your misery.

Theo had no idea you were coming. If he had, he might've tried a little harder to impress. You look just as beautiful as the last time you ignored him, and it's not helping his crush in the slightest. Over the years, he's grown a real talent for watching you from afar. Since the sorting hat took you away from him, it's all he can do any more, and suffice to say, he misses you like hell even now.

As he's mulling it over in his head, you glance over at him. He thinks your gaze will dart away like it always does while he take a drag of his cigarette. But you wave. You hold up your hand and wave. At him. And he nods back like some nonchalant idiot. He loves the way your eyes always seem to sparkle just before you look away.

Theo waits until you've visibly relaxed to approach you. And just as he's mustering up the courage to leave his chair, Graham Montague spills his drink down your shirt.

"Shit," Graham pants, stumbling forward and clasping onto your waist for dear life. He looks down at your top—or rather, down your top—and chuckles to himself. "Might actually be an improvement."

"You smell like piss," you say. He palms your shoulder and laughs, leaning closer to mumble low in your ear.

"Does that mean you like it?" His fingers flex against your collar bone and trail up the length of your neck. You want to vomit.

Just then, his body falls limp to the ground with a thud, and you gasp, turning to see Theo looming beside you.

"Theo!" you shout, but he gently sweeps you aside, falling to his knees and taking a fistful of Graham's soiled collar.

"Get off of me—ow, prick," Graham whines, clawing at Theo's shoulder and reaching to scratch at his face. Theo slams his back hard against the floorboards with a sharp inhale before landing a punch to his face. Graham lets out a yelp and whimpers when Theo stands above him. Theo presses his boot to the palm of Graham's hand.

"Go near her again, and you'll lose your hand entirely," Theo seethes. Mattheo finally yanks him away with a snicker, guiding him to the stairwell. But not before Theo shouts, "Mangia merde e morte."

"Alright, dickhead, I think you've made your point," Mattheo says, squeezing Theo's shoulders as his eyes zip back and forth wildly, looking any and everywhere he can.

"Where is she?"

"Calm down—"

"Mattheo, you know where she is. Tell me," he huffs. If it weren't for the haunted look in his eye, Mattheo would've kept his mouth shut. But he knows how bad his friend needs this. How bad he needs you.

"She's upstairs. Told her she could borrow our bathroom."

"Sei come un fratello per me, thank you," Theo whispers.

"Yeah, yeah," Mattheo says, "you owe me one." Theo leaves him a kiss on the cheek before taking the steps two at a time.

The light from the boys' bathroom seeps through the crack in the door. It's the only light in the whole dorm, and he can see your shadow as it crosses back and forth. He feels like he's out on the field before a championship game or about to take an exam he didn't study for. His hands feel weak when he reaches for the doorknob.

He presses his ear to the door before opening it any further. "May I come in?"

You shuffle around, and he hears you approach the door on tender foot. He can't take the way you open the door and stand back like you're faced with some predator. He hasn't spoken to you in so long, all he wants is to wrap his arms around you and never let go.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Theo?" you say, shutting the door behind him as he goes to sit on the closed toilet seat.

"Don't say that," he says, carding his fingers through his hair. He groans at the pain shooting up his fingers.

You look over him softly. Subtly, so he won't notice, but he's gotten good at noticing you.

"Are you hurt?"

He looks at his knuckles, sprinkled with blood, and feels for the scrape on his cheek.

"No—"

He doesn't have time to explain himself before you're kneeling at his side, dabbing a cold towel against his jaw and tilting his chin up.

"It's worse than you think, Theo," you hum, pressing the damp cloth to the column of his neck as he swallows.

"It's nothing I can't handle."

"You idiot," you say. He hisses when you hold his jaw and turn his head, wiping the shallow gash on his cheek. Most of the blood is not his, which is a good sign. That doesn't stop you from wanting to yell at him, though. He can tell with the way you're frowning as you wet the dried blood on his warm skin.

"I had it under control, you know,” you say.

He can't help but smile at your determination. He always admired that about you. Too stubborn for your own good. And his.

"I know."

Your eyes drift across his brow, narrowly avoiding the eye contact he so craves. He drinks in the curve of your lashes, the sweetness of your cheek, the way your thigh is pushed against his knee.

"He was harmless. And drunk. And you should’ve known better."

"I know," he huffs. You toss the pink-tinged towel into the bowl of the sink.

"We're not kids anymore, I don't need you to protect me." You stay knelt at his feet, focused on your knees digging into the cold tile. It makes you sad to think about you and him like this. You used to be friends. Best friends, in fact, the kind of friends adults would say were 'joined at the hip'. You used to cry over being sorted into different houses, but you got over it. That's life. You figured he moved on and so should you. Maybe neither of you moved on in the end.

"Look at me." His voice startles you out of your thoughts, and you meet his soft green eyes.

"Bellissima..."

"You are such an idiot," you huff. Theo looks down at you like he's been waiting to all his life. Like he's been cursing that very first day since it happened.

"I miss you," he coos, fingers twitching where they're rested on his knees. "I miss having you close to me."

"That's not fair."

"Not fair?"

You look away. "No."

"How?"

Oh, and you hate the way he smiles when he knows he's about to get what he wants. He knows exactly how to get you flustered. That's exactly why he was your first kiss. And your second.

"Come on, bellissima... tell me you miss me," he whispers, leaning his elbows onto his knees to be closer to you. To have his nose brush the tip of your own. He craves the shape of your mouth now more than ever.

Then you look at him. Him and his dastardly grin, how the charm pours out of him in gobs. The hair sweeping across his forehead and how you always catch him looking at you how he is now. Innocent and longing. Like you’re beautiful. Like you’re his again.

“Of course I miss you,” you sob, reaching out to cup his face in your hands, “I miss you, Theo.”

“Oh, bella,” he says, fitting himself into your arms, knees pressed to either side of your own as he slides to the floor. You shudder against his body, and he holds you tighter. “I never want to be without you.”

You pull away just to look at him, his face, the way time has changed him. He has his hands on your waist when you lean in to kiss his cheek. His eyes flutter closed and he waits for another. You swipe your thumb where you’d just pressed your lips, and you kiss the corner of his mouth. He smiles, eyes still gently shut as he manouvres his fingertips to the curve of your bottom lip. And you kiss him.

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[spookyserenades]

The way I already suspected when they were at the club… The way I already knew when you said there was gonna be angst… The way I definitely knew with him glued to his phone… And I still managed to have this face 👁️👄👁️ reading the ending. (I kinda want to punch him not gonna lie lmao) But seriously the way I screamed “Oh, COME ON!” *insert Jim Carrey gif with the water* at the end I sfhkgddhk. I honestly thought it was gonna be Hobi to have this storyline (if you say it’s ALSO gonna be him I’m gonna Geronimo out of my window🥲). I feel like Tae is gonna give her attitude on this and to be honest, my anger issues could never.

Amazing chapter as usual my dear! I was in a puddle with Joon in protective mode🥰 And between him, Jimin and Hobi i was like “wait is he gonna confess?!!??!! what’s going on asdfhjkkl” (especially with Jimin ‘cause I believe he’s gonna be the last one to get with the program, too fixated on being proper with her and whatnot) Loved y/n going all Bella Swan with the shields to protect her boys ✨u go girl✨ and the part with Jin 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 *ahem* yes. Yoongi being perfect as usual and deserving of the name Angel in every single way possible makes absolute sense.

also, to get distracted by nipple piercings no matter the situation is very real (it’s one of weaknesses) 🥵

All jokes aside, you are truly talented and I love the little community you created with your story 💕 thank you for sharing this with us.

Kisses from Italy

Oh yeah there were definitely some breadcrumbs left to imply that Taehyung was "talking" to someone on his phone, especially after the club for Hoseok's birthday. Additionally, he hasn't been clinging to Y/N like glue :( NO JKDLAFJDS NOT THE JIM CAREY GIF THATS MY EXACT REACTION TOO 💀 I diddddd tease you all with the possibility of Hoseok and Alice being a thing. However, with Alice and her new workplace crush (AND the fact that she now knows Y/N loves Hoseok!!! GIRL CODE!!!) and the fact that Hoseok seems more interested in flirting rather than seriously pursuing a relationship, it was really just a distraction to surprise people later on with Tae...

AH but thank you so so much I'm thrilled you enjoyed it 🥺💕💕💕 plsss Protective Joon is everything to me, it's really fun to see how much he has opened up towards Y/N, and I think it has something to do with her resolute trust in him.

BELLA SWANNN what a queen!!! That's pretty much exactly what Y/N was doing, now that I think of it 💀 I have Twilight brain rot still even after all these years!!! And don't get me starteddd on Seokjin I am sO down bad for that man 🥵 Angel Yoongi... perfect petname for him, he's just a bundle of love, romance, and yearning (and loves to take care of people he cares abt!)

HELL YEAH PIERCED TATTED JEONGGUK AGENDA HAS BEEN MY THING SINCE DAY ONE! IDK if I'm trying to recreate the kinda guy I'd fall in love with when I was a high school emo, but he is certainly resurrecting long-buried traits I'm attracted to 💀

AH thank you my love, I am so so grateful, lucky, and happy to have our community where we get to chat and bond over our boys together all the time. I love you all endlessly and your support means everything 😭💜💕🥺

Kisses to you in Italy, one of my fave countries ever! 💕

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Vinny roommate Imagine for @atreyuinthemidle2

Warnings: none, super fluffy

I thought this gif was cute so I included it 🥰🥰

Not my favorite thing I’ve written but I won’t lie, I struggled with where I wanted to take this and got off on a tangent about my current work struggles half way into it so y/n is a 2 year old day care teacher like I am 🤣. I also wrote half of this in the truck on our 6 hour drive to the hotel so it may be a little iffy.

Hopefully it isn’t as awful as I feel like it is but if you don’t like it I’ll try working on it so it’s more so what you want, promise!

Word count: 3420.

Wednesday

“Hey y/n, now that you are home from work do you wat to jump on and play with me?” Your roommate Vinny asked you as you walked into the living room while he is currently playing the xbox.

“I have a lot of cutting to get done for my hallway bulletin board at work, but I can sit out here and keep you company while I do it if you’d like?” You respond.

You smile at him while setting your bag down and going to get an extra pair of scissors. You know he is going to wind up helping you cut everything out, he always does. Honestly you are lucky to have him as a roommate, you had a mutual friend recommend you to him when he was looking for a roommate and you decided to go for it. The two of you work out really well as roommates, and have become really close. You don’t really fight and if you are both home you spend quite a bit of time together, this last year has been great. And half the time he is on tour regardless so then you basically live alone, and he gets someone to watch his house while he is away so it is a win-win.

“What is your new theme this time?” Vinny asks you without once looking up from his game.

You sit down and start cutting before responding, “Spyto the Dragon. The quote is Dragon our feet into fall. It’s going to replace my Super Mario board.”

“I doubt your 2 year olds are going to know Spyro,” he responds giving you a playful nudge to the shoulder.

“Probably not but they will recognize that it is a dragon. Plus I am running out of video game ideas but everyone expects that board to be a video game of some kind now because the last 3 have been video games.” You roll you eyes as you get to work cutting things out.

“Just give me a damn pair of scissors so I can help you get done faster and then kick your ass at Rust that much quicker,” he sighs putting the controller down on the arm of the couch next to him.

You smirk and grab the extra pair you already had ready for this to happen. He always winds up helping you with it one way or another when he is home. You figure that is what he gets for accepting a lead daycare teacher for a roommate.

“You look pretty relaxed today, your crazy child must have been gone today? I don’t remember the last time you’ve seemed this happy after work in awhile,” Vinny says as he starts cutting out your letters for you.

“No he was there, he was so bad that he was sent home by 10 this morning. He pushed my toy shelves over ripped things off the walls, bit me hard enough to draw blood and kept beating the shit out of the kids. His grandma was pissed about coming to get him but he needed to go as bad as he was today. The rest of the day was good after he left and I was able to actually interact with the other kids.” You grimace thinking about the bite mark on your hand, not really wanting to remember what was going on.

“Why has he still not been kicked out? I don’t get why they keep allowing this to happen. Anyways, I was just curious because you seem so relaxed.” he glances up at you, trying to see where your mood is before speaking again. “So remember that girl I told you about, Hannah? She asked me on a date for Friday a little bit ago.”

You pause what you are doing for a second, you were not prepared for what he just said in the slightest.

“I didn’t realize that you two were getting that close already, what do you think you are going to do on your date?” you ask, not wanting to seem rude or upset.

“Just out for dinner from the sounds of it. I don’t honestly see this getting serious but I don’t know. It doesn’t hurt to try and see where it goes,” he says to you.

“You could have almost any woman you could want and you are going to go on a date with one that you don’t see yourself staying with? I don’t understand your logic at all,” you question him.

“I could see myself with her just don’t know if it would be long term because I keep getting hot and cold vibes from her.” he rolls his eyes at you.

You decide it is just best to drop the subject, pushing the subject too much is going to upset both you and him and ruin your night. Plus if you push things too far he might figure out your feelings, and the last thing you need is for him to know is that you’ve genuinely developed strong feelings for him and make him feel awkward. Its quiet for a minute while you both try to decide what to say.

Vinny chooses to break the silence, “ What about you, isn’t it time for you to start looking again now that you are settled in here with you job and everything? Have you met someone?”

You immediately panic and find yourself flushing at his words, the blush on you cheeks getting intense as you figure out what to say. How the hell do you answer without making it obvious? Vinny looks up at you and smirks when he sees the blush growing.

“You must have someone you like, your blush gave you away!” He says with a laugh, teasing you. “I’ve told you about Hannah, tell me about him what is he like?”

“You sound like a teenage girl right now. There isn’t anything to tell you, I like him and he sadly isn’t interested in me. But I don’t expect someone like him to want to be with someone like me,” you say with a shrug. “I’m not exactly the most beautiful girly girl that fit his type.”

You try hard not to let your insecurities start to eat you alive as you finish cutting the last gem you had to finish.

“Then you should find someone else, don’t dwell on what isn’t there.” Vinny quickly says throwing you a smile. If only he knew….

You both continue to talk as you finish cutting things out, when you finish he hands you a controller and you join in, playing with him for about an hour before you excuse yourself to take a shower and go to bed.

Friday Night

“Hey, I am heading out just to let you know,” Vinny peeks his head in your bedroom door before quick.

“Have a good night, text me if you need something,” you respond with a smile, glancing up from your laptop.

The second you hear the front door open you close your laptop and make your way to the living room, getting ready to order take out. Truthfully you didn’t have anything to work on like you told Vin, you just didn’t want to help him get ready for a date with someone else. You would if he desperately asked you to do so but you weren’t going to go out of your way to when it hurt you inside to watch him do so. Maybe that was selfish of you to not help him but you need to take care of your own feeling too.

You turn on the tv and set it to a show you’ve been wanting to watch on netflix for awhile and wait for your food to arrive, all you do is sit there and binge watch this show. It was a lot better than you expected.

You hear the front door open a couple hours later and Vinny walks in with who you’re assuming is Hannah, both of them laughing at something someone said.

You try to not think about that and continue watching your show until they join you in the living room.

“Hey y/n, this is Hannah, Hannah this is my roommate.” Vinny says as they both take a seat on the couch across from your recliner that you are in. You pause the tv so as not to be rude before smiling at Hannah.

“Hello Hannah,” you look up and almost wish you didn’t. “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too y/n.” She says returning a smile.

You can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy in your stomach at the sight of them holding hands, both of them looking content with eachothers company. You also would be lying if you tried to say you aren’t jealous at how beautiful she is, you can absolutely understand why he would be interested in her.

All of you make small talk before you excuse yourself and go to your room, not really wanting to watch the two of them continue to be cuddly and cute together on the couch. Slowly retreating to your room you sit down on your bed with a sign, putting some music on to drown out the giggles coming from the other room. You lie in bed getting upset at your thoughts, that won’t leave despite how much you wish they could. That night you didn’t sleep because your thoughts of Vinny wouldn’t leave.

A Month Later

You have been stressed out about one of your kids at work as well as keeping up on everything you need to get done, and truthfully have been avoiding Vinny quite a bit because it seems he is always with Hannah or talking about her and you just can’t handle that on top of your work stress.

Everyone has been able to tell something is going on with you, but nobody has confronted you and asked about it. Honestly, you are disappointed that even Vin, who is one of your best friends hasn’t been checking on you to see what is wrong, but you suppose he is too busy with his new girlfriend.

You just wish someone would care enough to worry about you other than your boss, who is only asking because your funk is starting to affect your work a little bit. You actually just got out of a meeting with her where she asked if you were doing alright and that led to you crying in her office, but letting her know it is all personal things going on and that you are working on dealing with everything that is happening and are trying to keep doing your best for the kids.

Walking into your house you mentally groan when you notice Hannah sitting on the couch but you give her a small smile to be polite.

“Hi Hannah,” you say while taking your shoes off by the door.

“Hey y/n.” she looks up at you. “Have you been crying, are you okay?”

You curse yourself for being unable to hide your emotions from anyone, you have never been good at it.

“Yeah I am fine, just have a lot going on is all,” you respond.

“Do you want to talk, Vinny ran to the store and is going to be gone for awhile, we can have girl talk. I know sometime that is all you need, to vent to another woman about whatever is going on,” she says softly.

This is a prime example of why you hate that she is with Vinny, she is so nice that you almost hate yourself for not liking her. Why couldn’t he have chosen someone that is awful, that you have a reason to hate.

“Oh you don’t need to hear about my guy drama,” you say brushing it off.

“Nonsense, come and talk to me. I will gladly listen,” she says. “I would like for us to be friends, considering you are close to Vinny.”

You can’t bring yourself to turn her down again when she looks so happy to be talking to you. You sit down on the couch next to her, avoiding her gaze.

“So what is going on, I have been able to tell lately that something is bothering you. Vinny notices it too you know, he says you’ve been hiding in your room a lot lately.” she says to you.

“I mean for starters work has been crazy, we are so understaffed that I am getting stuck working crazy hours. And my naughty child is a lot worse lately, his mom has come back in the picture and its causing him to act out. I really want to help this child and I finally had 2 weeks where I got him calmed down and doing good and then the last 2 he has been absolutely insane again, I hate asking for help but I have had to ask people to come in and work with him and help me learn to work with him, which makes me feel awful.” you say with a sigh. Work has been stressful for you lately, that is part of why it does kill you to avoid Vinny, you can’t destress by playing video game and the like with him anymore.

“And you mentioned boy problems? So you are struggling with a guy on top of work being crazy? No wonder you are struggling, you have a lot going on.” she says, pulling you into a hug which catches you off guard.

This act makes you start to cry slightly, before you continue talking.

“Yes, I have a pretty heavy crush on this guy and he doesn’t even notice me at all. We we’re pretty close but anymore its like I don’t matter anymore. I just wish I was enough, that maybe I could make him happy but I’m not.” you can’t help but let the tears fall at this point, hoping to god that she didn’t realize who you were talking about.

“I promise you that you are good enough for him, you may feel like he doesn;t notice you but he does to the point his girlfriend actually was planning to break up with him tonight because she’s pretty sure he is in love with you,” she says, before starting to cry herself. “Yes, I know Vinny is why you are this way. And trust me, I am pretty sure he feels the same for you but doesn’t realize that he does yet. He has been absolutely worried about you lately and only seems to care about what is going on with you, believe it or not. I finally told myself it is not fair to let myself continue to fall for him when I know deep down that I am not who he wants, but please don’t feel like its your fault. I actually would enjoy being friends with you after everything, maybe not right away but…” she trails off.

You both sit there, awkwardly, and unsure what to say next when Vinny comes back and notices both of you crying. You just kind of look up, before thanking Hannah and telling her she is always welcome to message you when she needs to talk before retreating to your bedroom, trying your hardest to hear what is going on out in the living room.

You can’t help but listen in to the conversation that is going on between both of them through your door.

“Is everything okay? I didn’t expect to come back to both of you crying,” you hear Vinny say softly, probably trying to hug her.

“Honestly, no. Vinny I think we need to break up.” Hannah says.

“What, why? Did y/n say something is that why you were both crying?” he asks her.

“Vinny, I am not stupid at all. I can tell that you are in love with her, not with me. And she loves you, she all but admitted directly that tonight to me. She didn’t say it but I can tell, and I think that is why she is avoiding you. Vinny, you aren’t ever going to be mine. Even if you don’t want to admit it the two of you need to be together not us. I can’t keep lying to myself anymore and pretending that you want me,” she says. “Don’t be mad at y/n, she isn’t what caused me to decide this, I have been thinking about this for a week or so now.”

You hear footsteps and then the front door closing, so you doubt that she is here anymore. You feel guilty that she broke up with him, you genuinely feel like it is your fault. You move yourself to your bed and lay down, letting your tears flow. You are just so stressed out and don’t know what to do anymore, giving up and wanting to go to bed.

You hear a soft knock on your door before it opens, you don’t even look up because you know that it is Vinny who walked in. You feel your bed shift, knowing that he sat down on your bed next to you. A soft hand rests on your back, rubbing it softly.

“I really fucked up didn’t I? I hurt two really awesome girls because I was trying to avoid my feelings,” he says softly. “But I didn’t realize just how much you meant to me until I was trying to force myself to have those feelings towards her, but I just couldn’t.”

You roll over so that you are facing him, laying your head on his lap, still not looking at him. He reaches down and brushes your tears from your cheeks.

“No matter how hard I tried not to love you like that I couldn’t stop. When you started pushing me away it hurt me a lot more than what you realized. Unfortunately Hannah could tell, and she wound up hurt in the process. I never realized that in the process that I hurt you too.” he says looking down at you.

“I never told you, so I can’t blame you at all for wanting someone else. I thought that you guys were serious and it really hurt me, but I didn’t want to be the reason you two didn’t work out, so I felt like I couldn’t tell you what was wrong and that I needed to distance you so that she wouldn’t question anything, but I guess she still figured out that I love you. And Vinny, I do love you and I wish I didn’t. I don’t want to make things weird between us. And I am sorry that Hannah found out and that is why she broke up with you.” you say, avoiding his gaze.

“Did you not just listen to what I said? I said that I loved you and couldn’t make myself stop. That is why she left me, because she knew that I did, not because of you so don’t allow yourself to feel guilty because of that.” he says, grabbing your chin and making you look up at him.

Neither of you knew what to say next, now that everything is out in the open. Both of you made eye contact and stayed still, not sure what you should do now that everything is out in the open.

“So would you like to get dressed and go out to dinner? Have our first date of hopefully many?” Vinny asks trailing off, sounding hopeful.

“I would love that,” you answer. “But not tonight, I think I would just like to lay here and enjoy the moment.”

He nods at you, him moving to lay down with you, playing with your hair while you rest your head on his chest. “Hey y/n thank you for giving me a chance, sorry it took me getting a girlfriend for us to find out we both loved eachother.”

“Eh, it’ll be a fun story to tell people later on, and I expect you to make it up to me,” you say winking at him. “And I don’t think that I am the one you need to apologize to.”

“I already messaged her apologizing for everything before I came in here,” he tells you.

Both of you stay like that, content with the closeness that you both are currently having. Unsure of what exactly what going to happen between both of you, but happy to be getting a chance to figure out where it will lead.

[jmagnabo92]

CBS Ghosts - Pilot - Sam & Jay and the B&B

AHHH Almost at the End of the Pilot!

Exciting - Spoilers and discussion with gifs below:

Okay, obviously Jay drove, but they would’ve driven passed some ghosts on the way to the house - did Sam not see them or not realize they were ghosts?

It’s SO interesting that Jay just like surprises her with this - what was he thinking?  

Sam’s obviously over the house - which makes sense since she almost died - questions: WHY does this couple like to make one-person decisions for both of them?  

Also, Sam’s like “Home?  Why no home?”  which makes sense given how she probably just wants to rest.

Lastly, WHAT would he have done if Sam had said ‘I almost died here, WHY would bring me here????’

I really want to know.  He’s lucky she was more excited about B&B.

Which brings me to - damn, she must’ve really hated the city.

Let’s not downplay this, Jay.  It was a COMA.

She almost died - don’t negate that.

I love how Jay’s like “I totally just put us in the hole, but you know what - who cares?”

He’s just like - hilarious - oh, it’s going to cost SO MUCH MONEY that we DON’T HAVE and it’s a ridiculous amount of work, but... house?

AWWW How sweet and interesting is it that almost dying flips their positions on the house.  

Despite loving the show - these two people should not be making a big life decision right now - AND WITHOUT EACH OTHER - What Jay did here, taking out all of their money for this venture while Sam was in a coma is actually not cute at all.  What if she really meant it when she changed her mind?  What if the house gives her nightmares or something else?  

Like it just - it’s meant to be cute, and there would be no show without it, but DAMN JAY.  

I do love how Jay’s like “We need help” and “We’re staying” but it’s cute how excited Sam is considering that she JUST said that she was sure Jay was right.

Like he clearly knows his wife the best and it’s pretty amazing how happy they are about this!    

OKAY THIS IS THE ONLY MENTION OF Jay’s Parents and it’s to say “that they don’t approve”.  They had time to talk about this but they aren’t there to support Sam and Jay at all????  

I really wish I understood the dynamic there, especially with the little we learn later:

1. Bela and Sam aren’t close & Bela was mighty quick to assume the worst of both Sam and Jay.  Plus she only visits once when she’s down (and was totally planning on ditching them for Trevor - who she JUST started talking to 2 days prior) and once during Christmas (and where were their parents?)

2. Jay is close to his mother - like weirdly close

3. AND YET, there’s a family chat WITHOUT Sam that they use

4. and they’ve never been to the mansion

This makes me feel like Jay’s parents are not supportive of his marriage to Sam.  Sam has mentioned more than once about not really having a family and Jay’s family has not been inclusive - I mean seriously a “Core Family” chat and a family chat with Sam?  RUDE.

Anyway, I’ll get into that eventually.  Still on Episode one...

Jay is so cute - Like in this moment, he’s putting Sam first despite the fact that he’s giving up his life and wants in the city, just for her and it’s corny and sweet and GOD JAY IS THE BEST.  :)

LMAO Jay practiced it - he wanted to be corny.  He knows Sam so well.

Awwwww, these two are so adorable.  

There’s ONE thing that bugs me though - How the F did the ghosts NOT KNOW what Jay was planning?  I’ll get into it in the next scene, but WHAT????

He HAD to have inspectors and other people to make this surprise work - HOW did these bored ass ghosts NOT NOTICE??? I NEED TO KNOW.

Did they just hang out in the forest or what???

Now, that would be funny, they all got banished from Ghost court and spent the two weeks in the forest.  

OMG would Hetty or Trevor have been banished for the scene after Sam’s fall?  It was an accident on Trevor’s part, but Hetty calling him a murderer - maybe that’s how they resolved the issue to be so lax in the last scene????

Aw, Hetty has clearly grown attached to her before she can talk to her.

AGAIN, HOW did they NOT know about this???? It’s IMPOSSIBLE?!

Anyway - OMG - Almost at the last scene - although I did skip a couple scenes, the one where Sam admits her kink and is putting up paint, the one with the basement ghosts and Jay’s failed attempt to fix it, and... wait, what was the other one?  I wrote down three...

Hmmm, anyway!

Feel free to chat if you like :)

Thanks!

[valkaryah]

Hi I was wondering if you could gif Elvis in this performance with Frank Sinatra? He looked so beautiful here. No rush!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1qpM2wSD7BA

EDIT: In my sleep deprived state I answered to the wrong ask 😭😭😭😭 The Elvis&Sinatra will be up tomorrow. Here's the ask I meant to reply:

Hi, sorry for the long wait. I've read all your asks and I'll answer them all in this reply :) Hope that's okay.

Sure I can gif the outtakes. Believe me, it's my pleasure! Their chemistry is insane. I think Elvis has the best chemistry with Ann-Margret and Susan Henning by far (at least from the movies I've seen so far). They're electric together, the tension is palpable. It's so intimate it almost makes me feel like I shouldn't be allowed to watch this... They had sooooo much fun. What a lucky lady.

Anyways, from the outtakes I've made 3 sets. This one where I experimented a bit with the layout to create a color/b&w mosaic. This one focused on closeups outtakes. And this one, a three part set with bigger dimensions.

Besides the gifsets I made last week of the "let yourself go" number, I also made two more gifsets of this number this week. This one and this other one. Thought you and other people might think this is interesting idk... I'm probably gonna make another one focused on Susan I think she's very pretty

[bluespiderlully]

KNY - My lore (infinity castle arc)

(Hey, look at my ship sinking in the gif)

BTW, if you want I'll link here the previous post, were I was talking about the Hashira Training Arc.

So, we left our poor 20 Hashiras falling in the Infinity Castle, and provably questioning themselves what is going to happen... well, nothing good.

We have four Upper Moons, so for every demon there will be a group of five Hashiras, then we'll vet to Muzan, the final boss (but we'll talk about it in a Sunrise Countdown arc).

Nakime should be the weaker one, even if she's not exactly weak. Our lucky Hashira will be Mitsuri, Ayumi, Makomo, Fukuge and Haruki. Since Nakime isn't this strong for someone who is Hashira level (and they're 5 so she's basically being invaded and ganked by weapon art spammers), the only person that die is Fukuge, he's one of the weakest, and he's not this amazing strategist, so R.I.P. thorn guy. Nakime just links her shadow to his ripping off his limbs and sends the other flying with her telekinesis until Ayumi shoots her an arrow, Mitsuri blocks her with her whip and at this point Makomo and Haruki can attack.

Akaza... well... he's the problem here, if you red the previous post you know that Kyojuro survived their first encounter, this time he won't be this lucky. In this group we have Kyojuro, Giyu, Sabito, Obanai and Tengen. We'll lose two people here: Kyojuro and Obanai. The fight against Akaza isn't a fight, the whole point is trying to exhaust him, distract him and killing him with a few hits, but these hits must be enough to make him into a tartare, this is why we have Tengen here. Obanai gets hit in the head and dies on the spot... making a great Anne Boleyn cosplay, Kyojuro becomes a donut but this is enough for Sabito to freeze Akaza on the spot using his ice breathing tecnique, for Giyu to cut his limbs with some very fast slashes (yes, that's Malenia's waterfowl dance) and for Tengen to smash him to the ground... brutal? Yes, but this would be very spectacular and... flashy I guess.

Doma... well... ahah... just say goodbye to anyone who's fighting against this guy. We have Shinobu, Kanae, Asuka, Enmu and Fujiko... goodbye sweeties. Shinibu has always thought she isn't strong enough to kill an Upper Rank demon, so she starts injecting herself with wisteria poison, this happens after a discussion she has with Kanae, because Kanae acts like she has to protect her little sister and obviously shinobu doesn't want to, the first thing she does is trying to sting Doma with her katana/rapier to poison him and deal some (ridiculous) damage, so she ends up being eaten... sorry not sorry, the others arrive just in time to see this and the next one dying are Kanae and Asuka after being turned into ice statues, this is just Enmu and Fujiko against Doma, she's skilled but she's also angry at him so she doesn't think straight and just starts hitting him, while Enmu focuses on dodging attacks and think about a strategy, in the meantime they both unlocked their demon slayer marks (they're 25). This is a fight to survive, because soon enough Shinobu's poison starts to rot Doma's body from the inside, Enmu and Fujiko use their strongest forms and finish him but as Doma is turning to ashes the last thing he sees is Fujiko falling in the water of the sanctuary where they were fighting, her mark disappeared and she just died there. Enmu still has his mark on so he's okay for now.

Kokushibo, okay, I was so hyped about this fight and what left me? Tears, many tears. We'll have Muichiro, Rei, Sanemi, Hiromi and Akane. This fight is a butchering but not as much as Doma's. Muichiro is the first to get inside the room where Kokushibo is and things are pretty much the same, Kokushibo sees him, he hangs him to his wall so now he has a fancy painting to show his friends and immediately recognise him as his descendent after hearing Hiromi screaming "Tokito", once she gets in she starts fighting with Kokushibo, and he praises her tecniques, right after Sanemi, Rei and Akane come to help and Kokushibo notices that Akane's breathing tecnique is derived from his own, so they both can kinda predict the other's movements, everyone starts clashing and they all unlock their demon slayer marks, and yes... Sanemi takes Muichiro down, Rei will help him because you know... HE HAS A HOLE IN HIS SHOULDER, MAYBE HIS FIGHTING SKILLS ARE COMPROMISED. Hiromi's sword breaks, but she has brass knuckles so she punches Kokushibo, dealing some damage too? But soon he just stabs her, bye Hiromi. Sanemi and Akane go completely berserk and... Hiromi is still standing just like Yoriichi so trauma kicks in and Kokushibo starts slashing around (I think my Upper Moon One is broken, do you know what I can replace to make him work correctly again?), he doesn't hit Sanemi and Akane, he cuts Muichiro horizontally and Rei vertically, not a good thing at all, but at least Sanemi and Akane are still okay.

So, we have ten Hashiras left (Mitsuri, Ayumi, Haruki, Makomo, Sabito, Giyu, Tengen, Enmu, Akane and Sanemi), and now we need to take down Muzan, I hope you liked this.

[watching-pictures-move]

Movie Review | God of Gamblers (Wong, 1989)

I remember hearing about this one back when I first started getting into Hong Kong cinema. I remember watching The Killer, thinking how cool Chow Yun Fat was in that one, and assuming he’d be similarly cool in this one. I remember reading the piece on David Bordwell’s site where he lists some titles he considers essential introductory viewing for Hong Kong cinema, and setting on the A Better Tomorrow, which also stars Chow Yun Fat and features him in the single coolest shot in movie history, and this one right after, and getting more confidence that this would offer similar pleasures. I remember seeing all these gifs of Chow in a tuxedo doing all these crazy moves presumably befitting of the God of Gamblers, and of all these crazy action scenes, and forming an idea in my head of how impossibly cool this movie must have been. I suspect others approaching this movie without reading any actual reviews may have formed a similar idea in their heads.

What Bordwell conveniently left out, and what was likely harder to distill into gif format, was that Chow is really only cool for the first and last half hours of this movie, and is in a very different mode for the middle hour. You see, Chow is the God of Gamblers, and you see him put his amazing gambling powers to use as he gambles better and harder than anybody he comes across. I personally don’t gamble and have little personal interest in card games and the like, but Wong Jing directs the hell out of these sequences, serving up ample style to compensate for the supposedly meager budget. (I was a little disappointed that Michiko Nishiwaki, who appears in one of these scenes and, as in My Lucky Stars, elicits some well deserved gasps when she reveals her muscles, doesn’t appear in more of the movie.) And you get a pretty sweet action scene on a train with triad member Charles Heung, who’s another person you’re gonna have to separate the art from the artist with.

But then Chow gets bonked on the head multiple times and reverts to a childlike state, retaining only his love of chocolate and his godlike gambling powers while falling under the care of low level criminal Andy Lau and his friends, a turn which suggests Wong watched Rain Man and decided he needed to fit that in with all the other movies he was cribbing from. What’s shocking is how well this works, in large part because of the total commitment Chow shows in the role. No, it’s not sensitive, and the scene where Lau watches a kid being yelled at by her mother on a bus and feels bad about yelling at Chow, only to run back to him and find him eating ice cream and holding balloons will elicit unintentional laughs more than anything else, but I respect the commitment to the bit. I guess scenes like this, or the one where Chow threatens to cut off Wong’s dick after being told men aren’t allowed to scream during sex, or the one where he chops up Ng Man-Tat’s tie are harder to distill into gif format, but they’re entertaining none the less.

So as long as you don’t expect the movie to flow together at all, there’s something to keep you entertained during the two hour runtime, especially as all the goofy stuff is interspersed with the usual acrobative and squib-heavy set pieces you can expect from classic Hong Kong action cinema. (Wong’s most distinct directorial flourish is the use of slow motion to emphasize particularly impressive or painful-looking stunts.) That being said, I’m still a little baffled that this was a big enough hit to have spawned as many sequels and spin-offs as it did, but I guess people just loved watching Chow gamble.

[notebookmusical]

Hi!!! I totally missed talking to you too! I would love to hear about the performance or festival! It sounds super cool and I've never been to one. I hope it was amazing. I totally agree that the surprise songs are a nice bonus and how it makes every show different and special no matter what. I totally agree about the Folklore dresses..they are my favorite next to Speak Now. Unfortunately I didn't get to go to the Paramore show the other night which is a huge bummer. It just didn't work out at the last minute. But I finally saw the Barbie movie last night! It was pretty good. There were some things that surprised me still even if I got stuff spoiled. I loved all the pink stuff and the Ken stuff. It managed to be funny but also kinda heartfelt and real. Like even America's speech..even though it felt on the nose at times, it was kinda nice to hear her say it in a simple relatable way and it did make me think about being a woman. It had a lot of good themes and ideas but almost felt like two different movies...and I guess because of the two settings. It made it a little different than what I expected though and I don't even know what I was expecting either. I loved the I'm Just Ken song and scene! It makes me happy that he got to sing in another movie again haha. I guess they are still working on a La La Land stage version but I haven't heard anything else about it. I'm curious what other kinda songs could be in your musical version. I could definitely see a welcome to Barbie land song and maybe a song for Weird Barbie. I could see it being similar to Mamma Mia I guess. I love Megan Fahy as a choice and I loved her in the Bold Type and then I found out she was in Next to Normal. I'll watch the videos you posted too. Gavin Creel and Jen Coella seem perfect haha. I was lucky to see Gavin as Cinderellas prince/wolf in Into the Woods last month and he was funny so he'd be great in this. That's so awesome about getting Hadestown tickets! I'd definitely say it was one of my favorites in the last few years and to see live. I haven't actually listened to the new Sweeney Todd yet but I guess I'd recommend the original cast with Angela Lansbury as Mrs Lovett, but I've also seen Patti Lupone. For Rent, sometimes I just like hearing the songs compared to watching the show..like you can get most of the plot from the cast recording even if you're unfamiliar. That is sooo cool about Newsies!!! Did you get to see Jeremy Jordan? I've seen the proshot a ton of times anyway but I'm so curious. I also enjoyed and would recommend SMASH since we are talking about musical shows lol. But Schmigadoon was the same way with all of the references and stuff. Also who did you see in Waitress? I still watch the Tony's and try to keep up with it but I feel like the revivals were better than new musicals this year or that's what I was familiar with and I didn't listen to any cast recordings. I used to always do that before the Tony's with any new show but I didn't this year..but I will eventually. It's really hard for me to know who should win Tony's since I usually like most musicals. The only ones that I don't really like are the bio ones that's also jukebox cuz they all seem similar to me. I have a musical sideblog so I do try to keep up with it and I love all your gifs. You have great taste in musicals. I love anything Sondheim and those are great picks. Spring Awakening is also a favorite of mine! I forgot the rest of your list but I think I'm familiar with most of them. Also that's pretty cool about the Notebook musical and I'm sorry it wasn't good. Maybe some things shouldn't be a musical and I can't really imagine the songs translating well or how many songs it would be but at least you liked the actors. I'd be curious to hear more about it if you wanna share! I thought it could have potential with Ingrid Michaelson. I think I saw a clip of Joy Woods singing Suddenly Seymour from Little Shop if I'm remembering correctly and her voice is so good!

hellooooo friend!! i went to lollapalooza last week, which was my first music festival and it was a lot, but also really fun! i definitely am not an outdoorsy girl, and i was not as prepared for chicago summer heat as i should've been. i lowkey had more fun at the aftershows (for sabrina carpenter, and maisie peters), and i think if i was to do lollapalooza again, i'd probably just do aftershows and maybe not do GA for all 4 days, but just one day? there were a few sets where i was like "... i probably would have a better view and have more fun watching this on the hulu livestream", which is a little bit unfortunate, but you live, you learn! it was actually kind of scary watching so many people around me pass out, and i just ... do not think i am a festival girlie! which is fun because i have bumbershoot coming up, but it's not really a big music festival, just a very small one in seattle and i'll probably just hang out with the crafty things instead (unless the people i'm going with really want to listen to the music)! i got to see some of my favorite artists though, and it was just really, really lovely — especially holly humberstone, because i don't think i'll get the chance to see her for a while (unless she tours to seattle with her new album)! i don't think i've asked you this, but aside from paramore and taylor swift, who else do you like to listen to? 🤍 i'm sorry about paramore :( i thought of you earlier! i got a notification on my phone about cheap paramore tickets in seattle tonight and i was like oh .....! i almost caved and got tickets but i am 1) still run down from chicago/lolla + 2) i spent money on tickets this morning! but eeeee i'm glad you got the chance to see barbie!! i do agree about it feeling a little clunky / like two separate movies! i don't know what i had expected from the barbie movie, but i definitely didn't expect that! ugh i'm already thinking about how beautiful a barbie musical set would be (can you imagine the barbie house?) maybe something by jason sherwood or beowulf boritt? i just think it would be so fun!! and yes — love love love meghann fahy! she also sang a bunch of kerrigan-lowdermilk (who wrote sam brown) songs back in the day that i really like, like say the word i'm so jealous you got to see gavin in into the woods! the tour didn't come to seattle :( i've only heard the best things about gavin, and one of my close friends loves gavin creel so i was like "oh he'd be a perfect ken!" i think they finally announced the sweeney todd revival cast recording release date, so i mightttt hold off and wait till then, and then go backwards and listen to angela lansbury! i did not get to see jeremy jordan in newsies, but i have seen him live — he came to seattle with betsy wolfe to sing with the seattle symphony a couple years ago! i saw newsies on august 9th, 2014, actually (what are the odds), with corey cott, liana hunt, and ben fankhauser! i like the proshot, but i think i'm more partial to the casts i saw (and i think that jeremy and kara and ben and akb were all a little too old to play teenagers at that point)! although my favorite cast is probably actually an amalgamation of the first national tour cast — stephanie styles as katherine, joey barreiro as jack (i've actually seen him as jack twice; once on tour and once regionally), and i think i've just loved every davey i've seen! i love smash! i was talking to someone in chicago about it, actually — they were sitting at the table next to ours and i just struck up a conversation about lolla since they mentioned someone i really love and we ended up talking about broadway / smash and it was really fun! i always say i'll do a smash rewatch and then i never do, but the music is just so good! i'm super curious to see what happens with the smash musical (bombshell musical?) they're supposedly working on.

with waitress, i saw betsy wolfe & drew gehling twice on broadway, desi oakley twice on tour, and i saw alison luff & mark evans on broadway three times! my jenna ranking is probably alison then desi then betsy, and i just really liked how alison and mark played off each other (i have a soft spot for mark from when he was in the play that goes wrong). but i think my favorite jenna overall would be nicolette! i kind of stopped paying a ton of attention to waitress after it closed on broadway though! i also feel that way with this last tony season! i feel like everything now is just either a revival (no shade to revivals), or an adaptation, or a jukebox and it is very rare that an adaptation feels ... complete to me now rather than just a cash grab. it's just very disheartening, as someone who loves theatre! if/when you feel comfortable coming off anon, i'd love to follow your sideblog (and/or your main blog), but that's totally up to you! always happy to chat with you on anon 🤍 i got to see a sunday afternoon on the island of la grande jatte again in chicago, and i had a good little cry! i'm such a sondheim girlie. and that's okay; not all musicals are winners/will speak to me! i think the notebook musical just felt very ... cashgrabb-y? it did make me cry though, so there's that (not that it takes much to make me cry)! i think the songs were just kind of ... forgettable, which really sucks because i like a lot of ingrid michaelson's songs! joy woods' voice is BEAUTIFUL, and john cardoza really just stood out to me! i remember sitting in the theatre and thinking to myself "this man needs to be orpheus someday" and then went to look at his insta and realized he covered epic II from it! i was so so happy when he was cast in moulin rouge as christian; i've heard some clips of his christian and i really like him too! i think the set was beautiful too; i remember being really impressed by the rain scene! i wonder if they've reworked it for broadway, and what will be the same!

[queenimmadolla]

NEED MORE PENNY AND DAD!EDDIE ITS SO CUTE

yeah, this little family kind of owns my ass now so i’m glad you love them! and thank you for being my first request, i literally dropped everything i was doing cause i wanted to get this out tonight! sorry if the formatting is shit, posting on mobile is weird for me. will tweak any mistakes tomorrow!

Look Who’s Talking

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

summary: eddie takes his three year old shopping. obviously, cuteness ensues. **sequel to Penny for Your Thoughts**

warnings: none, i think. oh, except PREGNANCY WHAAAAT.

gif by corrodedcoffins

“We’re gonna get you some cool new threads, pretty girl. I’m thinking slacks.”

The look Penny gave him made him snicker, her eyebrows furrowed together as she eyed him like she regretted not being able to opt out of this. Sure, she had no idea what slacks were, but clearly she was not fond of the word.

Penny was in need of some new clothes, the now three year old was beginning to outgrow most of her wardrobe. She even had little high waters, and that made his eyes water. His baby was growing, and he didn’t like it one bit.

Normally, shopping was a family activity but you were incredibly irritable lately and Eddie figured you could use some alone time to relax. You hadn’t protested too hard when he offered to take Penny to pick out a couple of new toddler ‘fits. Now that she didn’t demand a nipple every once in a while, it was easier to take Penny places with him.

Like the outdoor shopping center, a recent addition to Hawkins.

“Can we get snacks, too?” Came her cute little voice as he unbuckled her from her carseat.

She’d always been a bit of babbler from the moment she started trying to communicate, was speaking a couple of broken phrases here and there a little after she had turned two but it wasn’t until after her third birthday that she figured words out. Like really well. Scarily, well.

Penny went from baby talk and referring to herself in third person to asking him if he could sit down with her on his lap so she could tell him about how ‘tiwed in the hawt’—she still had trouble with her ‘r’s—she’d get when she spends her day making a city with her building blocks before her bedtime only to wake up and find the city back in her toy box. All her hard work gone.

From just ‘Daddy, no eat Penny’s toes! Penny’s toes not fo’ eatin’ to ‘Daddy, why awe you twying to eat my feets foe? Thewa not vewy yummy, not wike ‘spetti.’, all within the span of less than a year. Broke and warmed his heart. She immediately clung to him like a baby koala as he pulled her entirely out of the van and shut the door, letting her dad press a multitude of kisses into her still baby fat filled cheeks. “Yeah, we’ll grab something on the way out.”

“You got a big nose, daddy.” She also had no filter, something you both had to be incredibly cautious about because it wasn’t a matter of if she would repeat something. It was when. And Penny had already told Wayne how ‘fuckin ‘cited’ she was with her approaching promotion.

Eddie smirked at the memory of last Christmas and the way you’d immediately disappeared into the kitchen—because it had totally been you that fucked up—as he made his way to the kids clothing store you bought most of Penny’s clothes from. The bell above the door sounded as they entered, and Eddie crouched down to set Penny on her legs.

He loved holding her, but he wanted to get her comfortable with walking around in public, and a confined setting—while she had a lot more of her impulses under control, the need to immediately run free and wild when her parents put her down in most settings was still hard for her to ignore—such as a store was the perfect opportunity. He just couldn’t take his eyes off of her or he’d have a heart attack.

“Alright, lucky Penny. What colors are we thinking about for your fall wardrobe?” He asked, pulling something tan and fluffy off of a rack for her to inspect.

She reached a little hand up to scratch at her head, fingers gripping the curls for a moment as she tried to figure out a way to convey to her daddy that what he was holding up was very ugly.

“Uhm, I dunno. Not that. Maybe Gween? I wike gween, and yellow. And pink. Owange is a hawd colow, huh daddy?” He had no idea what she meant by that, but he agreed nonetheless. His baby was always right.

Eddie put the ugly article of clothing back, letting Penny wander around to whatever caught her eye.

Except, she just kept walking, didn’t even bother looking at anything. “What about this one?” He asked, pulling a random little green sweater out for her in an attempt to catch her attention. Before he could even get a good look at it, she was letting out the most dramatic of little screams.

“DUCK! WOOK! WOOK, DADDY! ’S A DUCKIE!” She pointed at the embellishment on the front of the sweater, and sure enough, it was a duck. And not even a cute little cartoon one, it was an embellishment of an actual duck. Eddie knew it was her latest obsession, along with city construction, but he hadn’t realized the form of it didn’t matter to her.

“Alright, we found our first pick.” He double checked to make sure it was the right size before letting her hold onto it. The way she cradled it to her chest, mumbling gibberish to it reminded him a lot of Gollum. Two minutes later she got tired of holding it, so it ended up thrown over his shoulder.A blue blouse, a pair of pink overalls, pink sweats, pink pants, three pairs of little jeans, an orange sweater, two care bears shirts, three packs of socks—those she wanted to hold, cradling them like babies despite the fact that Eddie knew how much she hated socks—and the green duck sweater later, Eddie was pretty satisfied with their little shopping haul.

Penny had kept up a continuous stream of commentary ranging from her opinions on the selections to fleeting thoughts she had a couple of ‘yestertimes’ ago with absolutely no relation to their bonding time, but it was still endearing to Eddie. Everything she did, was. Eddie absolutely adored how random she was. She’d be going on and on about how ducks aren’t scary like chickens, how you promised her you’d protect her from them forever, then she’d remember he existed or something because she’d turn around and hug his leg—and she put her all into hugs—giving his jeans a kiss before looking up at him with those big, beautiful brown eyes. His eyes looking up at him through a face so similar to yours.

Fuck, you guys made a whole, perfect little human together. That’s all the proof he needs to know magic is real.

“I wuvs you, daddy.”

His heart wouldn’t ever not melt for her.

“I love you, too, baby.” He choked out through the emotions making his throat feel tight. “Daddy loves you so much.”

“Yes.” Is all she said, leaning up on his leg for a few moments before she was off again. Eddie followed immediately after her, eyebrows pinching together in confusion for a moment. Something didn’t feel right. Something was missing.

“Penny.”

“Yes?” She responded, curls bouncing as she felt the need to start trying her hardest to hop along instead of walk.

“Where are the socks?”

“Yes.”

After they’d double backed around the store and found the pack of socks—Eddie only needed to watch her glance nervously at a certain shoe box a couple of times—he figured it was check out time.

So did the woman who rang them up, only it wasn’t just the clothes she was checking out, her blue eyes raked over his frame with lust clouded eyes.

“She yours?” The blonde asked, folding all the little articles of clothing before placing them into a bag.

“Yeah.” Eddie’s response was bleak, doing his best to mask his annoyance. He had gotten used to being hit on when it was just him and Penny, but it didn’t mean that he liked it. The thought of any women thinking they could take your place—whether they know you existed or not—in his and Penny’s lives made his blood boil.

“Figured. She’s cute. Must have got it from you.” And he really hated it when they did it right in hearing range of his daughter.

He glanced down at your little mini me, relieved to see her distracted by something in the display case that was eye level with her.

“She looks more like her mom,” Eddie took great satisfaction in seeing how red with embarrassment her face got. Served her fucking right, hitting on guys with babies with no knowledge of whether or not they’re going home to someone.

“O-Oh, she must be really beautiful then.” She didn’t look back up at him as she rang him up, and before Eddie could hand her the money, a chubby little hand started tapping at the glass display.

Eddie popped down in a squat to Penny’s height, mouth breaking out into a wide grin when he realized exactly what it was Penny had decided she wanted.

Oh, you were gonna lose your shit.

“Honey, we’re home!” Eddie announced as he unlocked the front door, the bag of clothes in one hand, and Penny in the other arm.At the sound of their arrival, you put the ice cream you’d been eating straight out of the carton back into the freezer and made your way towards the living room to greet them.

The overwhelming amount of cuteness stopped you short.“Oh my god.”

Eddie had his sunglasses on. Paired with the dark long sleeve and his leather jacket, it was a dangerous combo. You would have jumped his bones if it weren’t for the real attention grabber in his arms.

“Imma medohead, mama!”

Penny’s curls were significantly more wild when compared to how they were before the two of them had left, she had what looked like cinnamon smeared around her mouth and all over her pink ‘Girl Power’ shirt. But it was the mini pair of sunglasses on her face that did you in.

Identical to her dad’s.

They were fucking matching.

If you weren’t already waiting for the current bun in your oven to be ready, you would’ve been setting it to preheat for tonight.

But wait, there’s more.

Eddie leaned forward to give you a thorough—but kid-viewing friendly—kiss before he pulled out another small pair from the pocket of his jacket.

“For whenever our little guy decides to make his entrance.”

May whatever God is around help you.

“Don’t move, I gotta get the camera.”

[why-what-no]

Between Dreams And Realities

Pairing: Morpheus x Fem!Magic!Reader

Notes: This gif had nothing to do with the fic, I just think he looks pretty in it. Also, this was originally requested to be three parts, but since all my fics are pretty short and a lot of the writers on here write like, thousands of words per fic, I felt like I could save everybody’s time and just have one part separated into three sections.

Summary: Morpheus falls in love with a magic user feared by small-minded humans. But after his ego and a cruel warlock separate them, he goes to get his lover back. Even if she had changed in his absence.

Requested by: @milfodyssey

***

Birth

***

Throughout humanity's existence, people have wished for futures that they knew they would not have. They pleaded with gods, searched for lucky items, throwing their life away for one that will never exist.

That was where (Y/N) came in, with magic-imbued abilities to pass through realities and timelines. She tried to use it to help, tried to make the humans happy. She had the ability to show humans different timelines in which they had what they wanted. Where their lives were perfect.

But it was just like humans to despise what they had been given. Just like humans to not be able to accept a glimpse of that they wanted.

They wanted it all, wanted to live that life instead of seeing it. But she couldn't give them that. It wasn't in her power.

And so they despised her.

Resentment clouded their opinion of her. She became an outcast to them, a villain. All because she could not give him what they wanted. She was a false person, giving them false hope, manipulating them with realities they could never have.

That's what they believed of her.

The one person who thought differently was the King of the Dreaming.

His curiosity of her abilities is what brought them to meet. Wanting to know how her powers differed from his.

"I have heard about you." He had visited her one night, tall and powerful. "Tricking mortals with visions of a better life."

But to his surprise, she looked hurt by that statement. "I'm not... that's not what I was doing."

He soon realized that his earlier assumption had been wrong. She hadn't been trying to hurt them, she had been trying to show them something that would make them happy.

Morpheus felt pity for (Y/N) as he absorbed this new knowledge. Knowing just how much the humans she wanted to help, despised her.

He understood her. For the first time in a very long time, someone understood her. It was a wonderful feeling for the powerful girl.

They became friends after that original meetings, and (Y/N) got to visit the Dreaming. For the first time, she was somewhere where she was accepted. As time went on, they became closer. Finally falling in love.

A love was born between them that was strong enough to last for eternities. Safe in the place between dreams and realities.

Someone once asked the question if it would be better to be loved, or to be understood. With Morpheus, (Y/N) had both. There was now someone in her life that she could be completely herself and completely honest with.

"And Death told me that... what are you looking at?" She had been telling him some story and her and his sister, when she got distracted by his eyes on her. A loving gaze in his eyes

"You." Morpheus responded with a small smile. They were lying on his bed, (Y/N)) curled up against him as he drew patterns on her back.

She grinned softly against his chest, not used to the love she was given by him. "You're so good to me."

"Only because you are to me."

But while basking in Morpheus's love, (Y/N) could not hide her fear that something would ruin them. So much of her life was lived alone, being hated by so many that she encountered. Would she have to go back to that?

"I'll never understand why you love these humans so much." Morpheus mused on some different day. "The way they treated you..."

"I only want to give them what they want." She shrugged. He leaned over to kiss her, not sharing her sentiment but adoring her kindness despite that. He liked how different she was to him.

However, her love for those humans would occasionally cause strife between them. He wanted to keep her safe from their cruelty, but she refused to stop sacrificing her own happiness for theirs.

"Would you rather I become cold like you?" (Y/N) said during an argument about that exact subject. He could see she regretted saying that as soon as it left her mouth, knew that she didn't really think that about him. After all, she knew how much he loved her.

But he couldn't stop himself from feeling hurt at her words, and hiding that hurt with anger. "If it would stop you from pathetically lowering yourself to act as a servant for those who despite you, yes."

In that moment, he had wanted to hurt her like she just hurt him. But what he didn't expect was the heartbroken and furious look she gave him, before storming off to Earth.

Looking back, he knew he should have gone after her immediately. But the Corinthian had been causing trouble a few countries away from where she had gone and he had to stop his nightmare from committing any more injustices.

He didn't expect to be imprisoned before he could get his love back. Certainly didn't expected being locked away for over a century.

***

Life

***

When Morpheus was finally released, one of his first thoughts was (Y/N). But despite his best efforts, even after his tools and powers were returned, he could not get her to reveal her location to him.

It was only when he asked Death for help that he learned where (Y/N) was.

After all, Death and (Y/N) had been wonderful friends when she had been with Morpheus. And, as Death told him when he visited her, the two powerful women still spent a good about of time together.

However, and Death's face fell as she told him the news, she wasn't the same person he had left. She had taken his cruel words to heart, as well as the cruel words as the humans that despised her. Life had hardened her, and she had become unforgiving.

She had always just wanted to give them what they wanted. So when they wanted her to fear her, she gave them that. Her new chosen purpose was punishing those who had done wrongs.

He went after her as soon as he learned that. All he could thinking about as making things right.

When he found her, she was in a alleyway. A man had tried to attack a women going home from a bar, and now she had his mind trapped him a reality when he was the woman being attacked. The woman had run away as soon as the man had started blindly whimpering, and (Y/N) looked down with disgust at him.

"(Y/N)!" Morpheus called out, pulling her attention towards him.

"Morpheus?"

In her distraction, the criminal man managed to escape her powers, running away from the alley at breakneck speed. "Shit." She swore, about to go after him, but Morpheus caught her arm.

"Wait." He told her, slight desperation in his eyes. "Please."

(Y/N) hesitated, looking him up and down. There was a contemptuous look on her face that broke his heart. He knew she would hate him, but he didn't realize how painful it would be to see. "What are you doing here?" She asked him, crossing her arms.

"I... I had to apologize to you for the words I spoke when you left. I didn't mean anything I said. I am so sorry that I hurt you."

The anger on her face turned to suspicion, but it gave him hope that there was still had a chance for her to love him again. "Then why do you say it."

"When you implied that I didn't care, I just to the conclusion that you thought I didn't care for you. That the love I felt for you wasn't enough."

"I didn't mean that."

"I know." He reassured her. "I know you didn't meant that. I wish I hadn't said what I said. I wish I had come after you immediately."

The anger reappeared on her face. "But you never came for me. For over a century."

"I was imprisoned." His words were rushed as he explained to her why he hadn't search for her. The idea that she thought he had abandoned her was horrifying to him. "A warlock by the name of Rodrick Burgess. I would have found you and begged you to return with me."

"Beg?" She scoffed. "With your ego?"

He stepped closer to her, taking her hand in his. "Please, (Y/N)." The look he gave her took her breath away, sending a jolt of electricity running through her body. "I will do whatever you desire, as long as you're mine again."

"I...." Stuttered (Y/N). "I'm not the same person who you loved. I doubt you want the person I am now."

His eyebrow was raised, but there was a small smile on his face. "Oh? I highly disagree. You may be less forgiving, but you are still just as loving. A protector of the innocent, aren't you now?"

"The humans I wanted to make happy didn't want my good visions. But the humans that hurt others deserve my bad visions."

"You should be proud." A small smile appeared on her face at his words. He was so close to her, deeply desiring to lean in and kiss her.

But he held back, knowing that she had to make the first move.

"So, will you accept my companionship once again?" He asked, feeling utter relief when she slowly nodded.

His sand swirled around them, transporting them home to the dreaming. As they left earth, she reached up to bury her hands in his hand and pulling him into a loving kiss.

***

Death

***

(Y/N) was now at peace, having take her place as Queen and devoted her time to the Dreaming. As far as the humans knew, the powerful trickster that they had known was dead. And the vengeful spirit they knew was dead also.

But whenever they would arrive in the Dreaming and give them a glimpse of their most wished for realities, they would now thank her. Because if it was while they were sleeping, they would chalk it up to a good dream. They’d wake up with a bounce in their step and go about their life.

“I don’t know how I would have done all this without you.” Morpheus whispered to her, placing a gentle kiss against head.

The two lovers lay on their bed, just like they had all those years ago. And indeed, it had been ages since they had last gotten the love they had come to depend on from each other.

She turned to him, hand on his chest. “I could say the same.” The King smiled, pulling her closer so that he could kiss her. They stayed pressed together like that for as long as they could before someone came to knock on their door.

Neither of them were going to let anything take one of them away from the other again.

[erin-bo-berin]

Cinderella anon here! I actually like the idea of Steve and the Reader knowing each other in high school but they were on opposite ends of the spectrum. They have like one magical night together at a school dance or something. Then she transfers schools and Steve is sad he'll never see her again, only to find her years later when she returns to Hawkins and he's working at FV. No smut please! Also, there's something of hers he keeps from that night. Up to you on what that will be.

Gotcha! 🥰

I have been SAVING this gif for something and it’s perfect for this.

His Cinderella

Steve Harrington x Reader

Hawkins High School’s Winter Formal: 1984

The gym was decorated to the nines.

There were blue and white streamers everywhere, paper snowflakes hanging from the ceilings. White lights were strung everywhere and there were winter themed fake trees at the front entrance.

There was a sea of people on the dance floor. Girls dressed in pretty gowns. From sequins and ruffles to lace and glitter. Guys were dressed in nice suits varying in shades of neutrals, though there were some in brighter, more stand out colors.

There was one guy who didn’t need a bright suit to stand out as he always held the room’s attention. Steve Harrington, despite no longer ruling the school, still turned heads.

You knew of him, of course. You had to live with your head in the sand to not know of the former King of Hawkins High. Girls still flocked to him and guys still secretly wanted to be him; he was just way more low key this year than he was last year during your mutual junior year.

You traveled in different circles, so you’d never interacted with him, but it didn’t help that you’d harbored a tiny, secret crush on him since freshman year. But you were realistic, you knew you didn’t stand a chance and it didn’t bother you. It was just a simple fact.

That didn’t stop you from enjoying the view, though.

Typically, you thought high school dances were lame, but your friends had begged you to come with them and you’d eventually gave in.

Your dress was simple, a bright turquoise color which seemed odd for a winter dance, but you’d like the way the color stood out against your skin tone. Besides, you weren’t there to impress anyone anyway.

You’d paired it with a pair of white Mary Jane heels, a set of silver snowflake drop earrings and your absolute favorite necklace.

It was a small, silver charm of a star on a matching silver chain, long enough to rest just below your throat. Your mom had given it to you for your sixteenth birthday, telling you it was because you were her star.

Your friends were off dancing with their dates and you stood by the concessions table, sipping on your punch. You didn’t really care much anyway because after tonight, you’d never see these people again.

Your parents had told you only a month ago that by the new semester, you’d be in a new school, somewhere in North Carolina. Your dad had gotten a new job and frankly, you’d miss your friends but not much else about Hawkins. Today was technically the first day of break as school let out early, but you’d already committed to going to the dance. So here you were, leaning against the table at the dance, obviously have tons of fun.

“Isn’t it a little counterproductive to sit on the sidelines at a dance?”

You broke out of your thoughts and noticed who was standing in front of you.

Steve.

He looked really good in a dark blue suit, and white dress shirt, no tie—not that that was at all surprising. His hair was combed back, held back with gel maybe, but if so, it was so unnoticeable that you’d thought he woke up with his hair perfectly placed.

The guy had great hair, you had to give him that.

His hands were stuffed in his pants pockets as he watched you. Why he was over here, talking to you, you had no idea.

“Dancing is overrated,” you shrugged, “And the punch is good.”

He looked amused.

“Isn’t that stuff like 90% alcohol?” he asked.

“Either I must’ve been lucky to get a cup before it was spiked or this is the weakest alcohol I’ve ever drank,” you replied dryly.

He laughed. An actual, hearty, deep from his chest type of laugh. It wasn’t just to be polite, he actually found your remark funny.

“Where’s your date?” he asked, brow raised.

“Invisible,” you retorted.

“Ah. I bet he makes a nice date.”

“At least I don’t have to listen to annoying complaining,” you shrugged.

His lips twitched, but you continued, actually deciding to be honest.

“I came alone. I mean I came with friends, but I didn’t bring a date.”

“Shame,” he said, “A guy is missing out on not taking a date that cleans up as nice as you.”

“If you’re trying to flirt with me, Harrington, that was terrible. Frankly, I expected more of you.”

He looked surprised now, brows raising towards the ceiling.

“You know who I am?”

You snorted, the question actually humorous.

“Kind of hard not to.”

“True,” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, falling silent.

“Where’s your date, Your Highness?” you smirked, emphasizing the title.

He winced.

“Please don’t call me that. I’m just Steve. And I didn’t bring a date.”

Now it was your turn to be shocked.

“You mean none of the girls that’s been flocking around you all night aren’t your date?”

“Definitely not,” he said.

“Must be more like your fan club, hm?”

“Something like that,” he smirked, “So, you mind if I join you?”

“Well I haven’t exactly opposed yet, have I?”

He chuckled, moving to lean on the table next to you.

“Point taken.”

“Careful of the punch though. I’m sure by now it’s more toxic than gasoline.”

He chuckled, eyeing it.

“So what are you doing here if you’re going to stand on the sidelines too?” you asked, taking another sip of your drink, “Shouldn’t you be wooing and dancing with the line of girls that’s eager to capture your attention?”

He shrugged, looking out at the sea of people on the dance floor.

“Maybe I’m just waiting for something else.”

“Like what?” you questioned, curiously.

“I don’t know. A Cinderella in a sea of commoners, maybe,” Steve said.

“Sounds like someone has been watching too many Disney movies,” you quipped.

“What, aren’t all girls secretly wooed by romance and the thought of a Prince Charming to sweep them off their feet?”

“Well considering I’ve never had a Prince Charming sweep me off my feet, I wouldn’t know. I’ll get back to you when that happens, though.”

He chuckled again and you couldn’t believe you were making Steve Harrington laugh. You also couldn’t believe that he was no longer like the guy you’d once seen in action—for three straight years of high school in fact.

While Steve was a jock, the star of the basketball team, you were more a theater arts kid. You enjoyed choir, plays and music. You couldn’t have been more opposite in social circles if you’d tried.

The music, which had been several fast paced songs in a row, switched to a slow song and couples started to pair off.

You recognized the song as Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper.

“So, are you just going to stand there all night, or would you like to dance?” he offered, holding out his hand.

You threw caution to the wind and shrugged, taking his hand.

“I thought you said dancing is overrated,” he said, a wry grin on his face as his arm wrapped around your waist.

“Well it’s not every day, a King asks you to dance,” you said, amused.

His face turned serious, eyes scanning your face.

“I’m not the asshole I used to be,” he said quietly, so quiet you had to lean in closer to hear him.

“I know,” you said simply.

“You do?” he looked surprised.

“Yes. I’ve seen enough to know that you aren’t.”

He pulled you closer, your hand that was resting on his chest, keeping you a healthy distance away, sliding up around his neck as you swayed to the song.

“You know, I’ve seen you around a lot, but I’ve never got your name,” he said.

You smiled.

“It’s Y/N.”

“Well, it’s nice to officially meet you, Y/N,” he grinned crookedly.

“Likewise, Steve.”

“So, got any exciting plans for the holidays?” he asked.

“Just Christmas and New Years’ with my family,” you said nonchalantly, “You?”

His face clouds for a moment.

“Just hanging out with friends. Spending Christmas with my friend’s family. My parents aren’t really around much because of working all the time.”

You felt a stab of pain, seeing the look on Steve’s face. It was obviously something that upset him and you wanted to do anything to make him smile again. Make him laugh again.

“I’m sorry, Steve. That’s awful.”

Your tone wasn’t pitying, but empathetic.

“It’s okay. What do you and your family do?”

You smiled, thinking of the memories over the years of holidays past.

“Me and my parents always watch a Christmas movie on Christmas Eve night and eat Christmas cookies,” you said, face dreamy with memories.

This Christmas wasn’t going to be as magical due to the move, but you knew there were more to come. It just now struck you while talking to Steve, how much you were going to miss the usual traditions.

“Don’t laugh, but we also always leave Santa cookies. I mean, I stopped believing in him long ago, but me and my parents do it anyway because they say it keeps the childlike magic still inside of you.”

Steve was smiling, watching you talk.

“That’s really sweet,” he murmured, “What else?”

“Christmas morning we open presents and my parents usually always go overboard. I’m an only child and they like to tease me that I’m the light of their life. My mom actually calls me her star. Anyways, Christmas breakfast is usually fresh cinnamon rolls from the oven. Don’t be confused and think they’re homemade or anything because as good as a cook my mom is, she can’t bake worth a shit. They’re from a can.”

Steve’s laugh mixed with your own chuckles.

“She likes to make sure we have something in our stomachs before we start the day. I usually help her in the kitchen prepare whatever it is we take to my grandma’s house. That’s where the whole family gathers for Christmas. I don’t have a huge family, but it’s not small either. So there’s lots of talking, eating and lots of noise when presents are being open because I have a lot of little cousins. But usually, I think the end of the day is my favorite part, even though it’s the saddest part since it means Christmas is over.”

“What’s that?” he asked, genuinely curious.

“Well, me and my parents tend to spend the night with my grandma because we help her clean up from the chaos that is my family, the next day,” you smiled, “But my favorite part is being able to snuggle up in front of the fireplace, with a piece of pie, Christmas leftovers, something from the holiday meal and watch one last Christmas movie of the year. My mom says she usually finds me asleep in front of the fireplace, well after the movie has ended.”

Steve is silent for a moment and you worry that you’ve occupied his time for too long, that you’ve babbled for too long.

Already, a rare, third slow song was coming on. You hadn’t even noticed the first one fading into the second. After this, you were sure there wasn’t going to be another song for you to dance with him to.

“I’m sorry, I was babbling—” you began.

“Don’t be.”

He had a wistful look in his eyes, a small smile on his lips.

“That sounds like a magical holiday,” he said softly.

“Maybe if you’re good, Santa will bring you an invitation to my crazy family Christmas,” you chuckled.

You both fell quiet after that, for truly the first time since he’d approached you, but this time, you didn’t mind. You just wanted to enjoy tonight and this song.

You laid your head on his shoulder and you could’ve sworn you felt his arms around your waist tighten just a bit.

You were positive he was going to let you go and wander off once the song ended, but he didn’t. You both stayed there, dancing with one another, lost in your own world.

Even when the faster paced songs like The Police’s Every Breath You Take and Stevie Wonder’s I Just Called To Say I Love You came on, you kept swaying with one another, occasionally talking about different things.

Too soon though, the dance started winding down. The majority of the time you had spent with Steve had been on the dance floor and you didn’t regret a moment of it.

You had no idea where your friends had gotten to and you knew you needed to tell them a proper goodbye before you left Hawkins High for good.

“I think this is the only time I’m glad my feet are tired,” Steve joked as you finally pulled out of his embrace.

“I agree,” you smiled, hating the fact that you were going to have to say goodbye.

You didn’t give yourself time to overthink your next action as you stepped closer to him again, kissing his cheek gently. His arm enclosed your waist gently, like it was always meant to be there. He gave you a little squeeze before you stepped back.

“I had fun, Steve Harrington. Thank you.”

“I’ll see you after break, right?”

His face looked so hopeful that you didn’t have the heart to tell him the truth. He would probably forget about you before break was over, anyways.

“Yeah,” you nodded, “See you.”

You turned, heading towards the door, leaving Hawkins High and Steve Harrington behind you.

It wouldn’t be until after the move that you noticed your star necklace had disappeared.

Family Video, Hawkins, Indiana: 1986

Sometimes, Steve thought about you.

Scratch that, he thought about you often.

It had been two years now since that night at the Winter Formal, his senior year. The incredible night he’d shared with Y/N.

After years of surrounding himself with fake people and a failed relationship, he thought he’d finally stumbled upon someone he’d really connected with.

He thought of you all break. For once, he was excited for school. It had been rough after he no longer was King Steve and his breakup with Nancy. People either hated him or sucked up to him, just wanting him for what they thought he was. He’d been getting by day by day so he could grab his diploma and get the fuck out of there.

But Y/N had changed things for him. He had a reason to look forward to school again. He looked for you for a week after school resumed.

When he eventually heard that you’d moved away, he was surprised at how much the news hurt. He didn’t even know you all that well, so why was he so upset?

He did actually make it through the rest of his senior year, but he never stopped thinking about you.

Which is how he was here, telling his best friend Robin all about it, two years later.

Despite all the girls he’d taken out, no matter who he tried to date, no one seemed to satisfy him. He kept thinking about you.

“So, let me get this straight,” Robin said, finishing shelving the rental VHSes in her hands, “You have this incredibly, straight out of a fairy tale romantic night at the school dance with this girl and then she disappears forever?”

Robin, who’d recently graduated from Hawkins High herself had been a grade below him. He hadn’t known her back in high school, but he sure was glad he knew her now.

“Basically,” he sighed, stacking the return tapes.

“And she is the reason that you haven’t been able to settle down with any girl?” Robin asked, clearly amused.

“Look, I know how crazy it sounds, alright? We spent a few hours together and I’m still pining over her, yes. But I don’t know Robin, I just felt such a strong connection to her. I was devastated when she didn’t come back.”

“Honestly she sounds too good to be true. It almost sounds like a crazy fever dream.”

He laughed, humorlessly.

“I would think the same thing, if I didn’t have this.”

He reached into his jeans pocket, pulling out the silver chain and holding it out to her.

“What is this?” she asked, taking the item in her hands, studying it, “A star necklace?”

“I noticed it at my feet after she’d left. The clasp must’ve broken and slid off,” he said.

“You still have it?”

The way Robin asked it, he wasn’t sure if she found it romantic or creepy.

“Yeah,” he shrugged sheepishly, “It’s become like a good luck charm for me, I guess. I always carry it. I figured if there was ever the chance I saw her again, I could return it.”

“Steve that’s the sweetest thing I think I’ve ever heard you say,” she gaped at him.

“Don’t make fun of me,” he grumbled, taking the necklace back and putting it safely back in his pocket.

“I’m not, I swear! It’s like a chick flick come to life.”

He rolled his eyes, giving her a look.

“But back to my point. You can’t let this girl ruin you on love forever. At this point, you’re chasing a ghost, Steve.”

His eyes widened when the front door chimed, signaling a customer coming in. It wasn’t the fact that they had a customer. It was who it was.

It was Y/N.

“Speaking of ghosts,” he mumbled, frozen in shock.

You were busy looking at the end display of one aisle and hadn’t turned his and Robin’s way.

Robin whipped her head around, spotting you.

“That’s her?!” she whispered.

All he could do is nod.

“Well, what are you waiting for?”

She grabbed the stack of tapes out of his hands.

“Go get your girl, Romeo!”

•

You’d recently moved back to Hawkins to live with your grandma. She was getting older and needing more help around the house. Even though she was in good health, you were happy to be of help. You loved your grandma dearly and would do anything for her, even move back to Hawkins.

Your two years in North Carolina hadn’t been bad. You’d made some friends, got a job after graduation, but for some reason you never felt fulfilled there. For some reason, you often missed Hawkins.

More specifically, you’d missed Steve.

You spent a good amount of time wondering what could’ve happened if you’d had more time to get to know him. You absolutely regretted not telling him you were moving away. Even if anything hadn’t happened between you two, you could’ve stayed in touch.

The thoughts of him really permeated your brain since you’d stepped back into Hawkins. You’d wonder how he was, where he ended up, if he was happy.

You remembered how sad he’d been about his parents, how wistful he’d been at your family’s holiday traditions. He deserved to be happy.

Your grandma had mentioned a video rental store downtown and suggested you stop by to rent a few movies so the two of you could watch and you’d agreed. You were eager to explore the town you’d written off so long ago.

You’d just picked up one movie to check out when you heard a voice behind you. It was one you hadn’t forgotten.

“Hey there, stranger.”

You turned around, nearly dropping the tape in your hand. You clumsily put it back before it could hit the floor.

“Steve,” you breathed.

“You look as surprised to see me as I am you,” he grinned.

He was only two years older but he seemed so much more of a man now. He was almost 20, if not already. He still looked as amazing as he did that night, though now he sported jeans, a polo and a dark green Family Video employee vest.

“Oh wow,” you chuckled, “Hi.”

“Hi, yourself,” he chuckled, “Been awhile, huh?”

You nodded like a fool, but you couldn’t help the smile that had spread on your face.

“I didn’t realize you worked here,” you said.

“Yup, been here for over a year now,” he nodded.

“I’ve only been back in Hawkins for a week. I just moved in with my grandma,” you said, still in disbelief.

“I heard you’d moved away when break was over,” he said, brows furrowing.

“I’m so sorry Steve. I should’ve told you. I wish I would’ve. But we’d had such a great night and I didn’t want to ruin it. I thought you wouldn’t even remember me by the time break was over,” you admitted, guiltily.

“Y/N,” he rasped, “I never forgot you.”

There were actual tears in your eyes, you were so overwhelmed with guilt, happiness, sorrow for all the possible time lost.

“I never forgot you either, Steve,” you smiled.

“Actually, uh, you kinda left a part of you with me that night,” he chuckles, reaching into his pocket for something.

Only when it’s dangling from his hand do you recognize it.

“My star necklace,” you gasped, “I thought I lost it forever.”

“I found it on the floor at my feet after you left,” he said, smiling the tiniest bit, “I’ve kept it with me all this time in hopes I could return it one day.”

You have no words for how touched you are.

“May I?” he gestures to your neck, unclasping it, “Apparently it broke when it fell off, but I got the clasp fixed long ago.”

You couldn’t help the smile that brightened your face as you turned your back to him, lifting your hair off your neck. He carefully lifted his arms, the necklace coming over your head before resting gently against the hollow of your neck, where it had rested so perfectly before. He secured it, making double sure that it wasn’t going anywhere before letting you know you could turn around again.

Your fingers brushed the silver star, the comfort in it just the same as it always was. You gazed up at him, halfway believing he wasn’t actually real, that you were just dreaming all of this.

“Thank you,” you said demurely.

Opposing your shy words, you stepped closer to him, putting a hand on his chest and leaned up to kiss him. Not on the cheek as you’d once had, but on the lips, like he deserved.

You kissed him for that amazing last night at Hawkins High. You kissed him for the time you’d lost. You kissed him for saving your most treasured item. You kissed him because all this time, you wished you had that night.

Lastly, you kissed him like you life depended on it.

He looked just as dazed as you felt when you pulled back, no words being able to describe the type of fireworks that went off behind your eyes and in your heart when your lips had met. The kiss had thrown him off guard, but he’d kissed you back just as passionately as you had kissed him, one arm coming around your waist to hold you there.

Maybe it was his dazed state to blame why he was so confused by your next question.

“Have you been a good boy this year, Steve?” you asked.

“What?”

A husky laugh left his lips and he looked as confused as he sounded.

“Well Christmas is coming up soon,” you murmured, looking up at him intently, “I was wondering if you’d like Santa to bring you that invitation to my family’s Christmas.”

His eyes softened so much, you wanted to melt with them. They were dark pools of chocolate, full of all the emotions he was feeling.

“I’d love that.”

Then you kissed him again, in the middle of Family Video, during his shift and you did not care one bit. Neither did he.

You pulled back suddenly, a thought occurring to you, an amused smile on your face.

“Wait. Does this mean I’m your Cinderella?”

There was an equally amused glint in his eye, complimenting the look of pure happiness on his face.

“I suppose it does. Just as long as I’m your Prince Charming.”

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"Falling Into Fate" ~ D. Morgan

GIF by ropoto

Summary: When Y/N offers to be bait for an unsub, she never suspected it would be Derek Morgan who'd end up saving her. She also never suspected that he'd confess his love after doing so.

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Fem!BAU!Reader

Word Count: 1,854

Content Warning: mentions of phobias (related to the case), mentions of guns (related to the case), mentions of alcohol consumption

Genre: Angst to Fluff, Colleagues to Lovers

Extra Notes: Y/L/N = your last name ☆☆☆ as i so normally say, this isn't exactly canon to the episode, so please bare with me

Based On: the events of S3 E3 "Scared to Death"

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"Hey, I've got an idea," I spoke up, though I regretted doing so as soon as I did it.

"OK, shoot," Morgan replied.

"One of us could go undercover and book an appointment for exposure therapy," I suggested.

We were currently investigating a former psychiatrist turned “phobias therapist” who we’d pretty much confirmed to be killing his patients with whatever their worst fear was.

“That’s not a bad idea,” Spencer commented. “The last victim died the same day she met Dr. Howard, which means he’s devolving. He’d probably book your appointment today if you tried scheduling one.”

“Woah, wait a minute. Just because I suggested it, doesn’t mean I wanted to be the one to volunteer.”

“You did suggest it,” Hotch mentioned.

I fake pouted as I asked, “Why me?”

“What? Don’t tell me you’ve got some sort of severe phobia,” Morgan teased.

I looked down at my hands, hoping I’d disappear in that moment. Yes, Derek, I do have some sort of severe phobia.

“Hold on, let me guess!”

“Derek Morgan, never tease a woman who has a gun on her side and one hidden on her ankle.”

“Ah, you’re no fun,” he replied, ruffling his hand through my hair.

“Well then, I guess it’s settled. Y/L/N, you’ll call him and set up an appointment. You’ll have a hidden earpiece so you can signal when you need us,” Hotch said, explaining the new plan.

“Can’t wait,” I sarcastically thought to myself.

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“So, can you tell me a little about yourself, Miss…” he asked, pausing while attempting to find my “name” on his chart, “Allison Curtis?”

“Well, I’m new in town,” I lied.

“How long have you been living in Portland?”

“I just moved in two weeks ago.”

“And what do you like to do for fun?” he questioned, grabbing his notepad from his desk.

“I recently started rock climbing just before I moved. I haven’t gone actual climbing yet, but I’ve been going indoor climbing almost every day since I got here,” I answered.

“Is there any particular reason you haven’t gone outdoor climbing yet?”

“That’s the thing. I love climbing, I love the thrill that it gives me. But I am deathly afraid of falling if I were ever to go outdoor rock climbing.”

This was all true. I went rock climbing every chance I got when I wasn’t working, and I was deathly afraid of falling and of heights.

“So, it sounds like you have a slight form of acrophobia, or the fear of heights,” he said, nodding and scribbling something onto his notepad.

I awkwardly chuckled, “Yep, that’s me to a T.”

“Well, lucky for you, I specialize in something called exposure therapy. I think we could have that fear cured in just one session. Two sessions, tops.”

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. “How soon do you think we could start this… exposure therapy?”

“If you have the time, we could start it immediately. You’re my last patient of the day,” he answered. “We could do it on the roof since I have all my equipment for acrophobia therapy here with me.”

“Um, sure,” I hesitantly answered, standing up from my seat. “Actually, do you think I could use the bathroom before we start? Nervous stomach,” I apprehensively giggled.

“Of course. Third door on the right,” he said, showing me out of his office.

I speedwalked to the bathroom, grabbing my phone and dialing Morgan’s number.

He answered after just one ring. “‘Sup, scaredy cat?”

“Shut up,” I replied, rolling my eyes despite knowing he couldn't see it.

“What’s the plan?”

“He’s taking me up to the roof as soon as I finish up in the bathroom,” I explained.

“Heights?” he asked. “Really? Your biggest fear is heights?”

“Yes, Derek, it is. Is that so hard to believe?”

“Well, considering you -”

“Yes, I know. I live on the fifth floor of my apartment complex and I fly practically everywhere. It’s weird, I know.”

He then changed the subject by asking, “Alright, what do you want us to do?”

“Ask Hotch. Tell him where we’re headed. He’ll know what to do.”

“Nope, Little Mama, this was your plan. I think you should lead,” he responded.

“Trust me, Morgan. You'll want Hotch to lead,” I practically begged. “I’m afraid any decision I make right now will be irrational.”

“Alright, girl. See you in a few,” he replied before hanging up.

I stood in the bathroom, practicing some breathing exercises and shaking my hands nervously in an (failed) attempt to calm myself. After a couple minutes of doing so, I walked out into the hallway, being greeted by Dr. Howard, who seemed a little too eager to be leading me to the roof of his practice.

He opened the door, allowing me to walk out first. I attempted to breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth, looking as far up as possible, so as to not make eye contact with the ground below.

"The key is to look down at the ground for a few seconds before looking back up. Each time you look down, you increase the length of eye contact with the ground."

I exhaled deeply, looking down at the ground for about ten seconds. I looked back up, backing away from the edge.

"It's OK," he reassured me, nudging me back toward the edge of the roof.

I pretended to scratch my ear, but in reality, I was hitting the button on my earpiece to signal to the rest of the team that it was "go time."

Just then, I saw Morgan, Emily, and Hotch walk around the corner of the building, revealing themselves to him.

"Stanley Howard! We need you to let the lady go!" Morgan shouted through the megaphone.

"Why should I?" he asked, inching closer towards me.

"Stan, we're gonna capture you either way!"

"Not gonna happen."

Suddenly, I felt a force against my back. It wasn't until I heard someone yell, "Somebody catch her!" that I realized he'd pushed me. It felt like my life was in slow motion for a moment, like all there was was me and the clouds in the sky.

In the midst of falling, I heard a gunshot, which I presumed was aimed at Stan. I should've known that the bastard would go out in a "blaze of glory".

Just then, I felt some strong arms below me. "How did I even survive that?" I thought to myself.

"Hey, shh, it's OK, sweet girl. I gotchu," Morgan whispered, his words running together.

I looked up at him through worried eyes. I knew I was incapable of speaking from the amount of adrenaline running through my body, so I opted for a thankful smile that I could barely form.

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"You sure you're OK?" Derek asked, refusing to leave the emergency room cubicle I was currently sitting in.

"I'm fine. It's just a sprained wrist, I'm not gonna die," I told him. When I'd landed in his arms, somehow I'd managed to sprain my wrist. Though, I was glad that was the worst of my damage.

"You almost did, though. That's why I'm worried," he replied.

"I'm OK, really. Go, they need you at the station."

"No, they don't. Hotch told me to stay and take care of you."

I gave him a face that said, "Did he really?"

"OK, maybe I volunteered to stay with you because I wanted to make sure you're fine."

"I'm fine! They told me I'd be good to go as soon as I finished up the paperwork. If they ever bring it," I said, my last statement filled with annoyance.

He stood from his seat, an annoyed look on his face as he said, "Uh, no. Hold on a sec."

Just then, he exited the cubicle through the curtain divider.

"Derek!" I whisper-shouted.

"Uh, nurse! Where is Miss Y/L/N's paperwork?! She almost just got killed and you're gonna force her to sit here in a stuffy emergency room?"

I face palmed, not even that surprised by his actions.

He rounded the corner about thirty seconds later, holding a folder in his hand. "Paperwork time."

"Why are you so persistent?" I giggled.

"Just born that way, I guess, baby girl," he answered. "You want me to fill it out for you?"

"Luckily you sprained my non-dominant arm so I can still somewhat function. Thanks anyway, though."

He held his hands up in surrender before sitting down in the chair across from me.

I started filling out my paperwork, though my mind was clouded with thoughts about Derek's behavior throughout the day. Even despite his teasing in the beginning, he'd been caring throughout the whole day.

"Hey, Morgan," I called, looking up from my papers.

"Yeah?" he asked, looking up from the magazine he'd been reading.

"Is there any reason you wanted to volunteer to take care of me?" I asked point blankly.

"You want the truth?"

"Humor me. Tell me the lie first and then the truth," I answered, my voice laced with a chuckle.

"The lie was gonna be that Hotch has been on my case all day because I'm behind on my papers back at work," he chuckled, "Though I guess that isn't technically a lie. But the truth? Because I love you, sweet girl. And I wanna spend as much time with you as I can. Especially because I thought I was gonna lose you today."

The word "love" caught me off guard. Way off guard. Had he always been this obvious or was I just oblivious to his attempts at telling me? For a moment, I wondered, maybe it had just been fate that the arms I landed in belonged to him.

"You love me?"

"Yeah, I do. I wish I could've told you under different circumstances, but it's the truth. I do love you, Y/N."

I smiled, knowing my exact response, something I'd been meaning to tell him for a while. "I love you too, Derek Hank Morgan. And I don't know why it took me so long to say it verbally."

"Well, that means there's only one thing to do, right?"

He stood and walked over to me, leaning down close to my face.

Was he about to -

He leaned in even closer, and I just knew he was about to place his lips on mine.

Until he didn't.

"We should go on a date when we get home," he whispered.

When he leaned back, I raised an eyebrow and scoffed in disbelief. "OK, first of all, no one likes a tease, Derek Morgan."

"Ooh, I like that. It's sexy when you say my whole name," he commented with a smirk.

"Second of all, why wait? I hear there's a great bar on the plane."

And so, our plane ride home was spent sharing some cocktails in the extra room of the jet, only occasionally being interrupted by Hotch or JJ spying on us. Sure, I told him this didn't count as our first date, but I was totally counting it as our first date.

Maybe it had all just been fate after all...

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Poker & Luck || Charles Leclerc

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x (Y/N)

Warnings: Bad writing, terrible summary lol

Summary: Charles’ friends take him out to the Monte Carlo Casino in order to cheer up his mood before the upcoming Monaco Grand Prix. If he can’t find his luck in the grid, maybe he will find it in a poker table.

Author’s note: My first piece! It’s definitely bad, but I’m posting it anyway. Hope you enjoy! Also, if anyone knows who’s gif this is pls tell me, and make sure to like and tell me what you want to see next!

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The Monte Carlo Casino: home to luxury, elegance, champagne, and the perfect way for Charles Leclerc to get his mind off the curse that seemed to plague him on his home Grand Prix. If he couldn’t find his luck in the grid, maybe he would do so in a poker table. At least that’s how Pierre had put it before he dragged him to his car.

They parked in front of the magnificent building and handed the keys to the valet. Right outside the building waiting for them were Lando and Carlos dressed in suits. “Finally mate, we’ve been waiting for ever”, Carlos said and clasped Charles’ back.

“We’ll have so much fun you won’t even think about Sunday”, Lando offered as he started to ascend the stairs. Charles didn’t respond, he simply scoffed, which earned him a slap on the back of the head from Pierre.

“Mate, we’ll drink, we’ll spend money, we’ll even find you a pretty girl. Don’t be negative”

“You can’t not have fun at the Monte Carlo Casino, mate. Come on!” Carlos told him and gently pushed him up the stairs, joining the rest of the drivers.

The first thing they did was head over to the bar. Charles stayed sober, seeing as he was driving, and also was not in the mood for drinking. The same could not be said for the other three drivers, who were downing champagne flute after champagne flute and shot after shot. All three of them were in a great mood, especially Lando, who was laughing at everything the other three said, and was having a hard time staying on the bar stool. That boy could not hold his liquor.

Soon enough, Pierre and Carlos started pestering the other two to go outside to the casino area. Lando agreed immediately, but Charles, who was still kind of sober, was not very open to the idea. He was not in the mood to lose right now, but Pierre was very convincing. After a couple of minutes of back and forth bickering, Lando laughing at the word “come”, and Carlos downing the last of the champagne, Pierre all but dragged Charles out to the main area of the casino and made him join a poker table.

They exchanged their money for chips and bought into the game. Lando was feeling very lucky, and immediately bet 1000€ without even seeing his cards, which earned a laugh from everyone on the table. Charles still felt apprehensive, even after he was dealt good cards, so he just bet 200€.

After the end of the first round, everyone had lost their money except for Lando, which made Charles’ loss even more annoying. Maybe he just didn’t have any luck at all in his home. In the night where he was supposed to have fun and forget about his anxiety for the upcoming race, he lost 100€.

He was about to leave the table, maybe go get a drink, seeing as the idea of being drunk suddenly sounded very appealing, and then just call a cab home and call it a night. He appreciated the effort his friends put in cheering him up, but it really was not working.

He was about to cash out, but then he felt a nudge on his shoulder and heard the sweetest voice call out to him. “Excuse me?”

He turned around to face the owner of the voice, and he was met with the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Even in the dark of the casino, he could still make out her beautiful features. Her satin hair looked as soft as a cloud, her plumb red lips looked so kissable, her dark red dress hugged her body and showed just enough to make Charles go crazy.

He realized that the girl had asked him something, but he had not heard a word she said. He shook her head to snap out of his trance. “I’m sorry, what was that?”, he asked her, making her giggle a bit. Her laughter was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

“Is there an opening in this table?”, she asked again, but before Charles could answer, there was a chime of voices from the rest of the table.

“Yes!”

“Absolutely!”

“Right next to our boy here”, the three drivers chimed in, having noticed the way that the Monegasque’s eyes lingered on the girl.

The girl cashed in and stood right next to Charles, who could not seem to peel his eyes off her. She turned her head and met his gaze, offering him a quick smile which rushed all his blood to his cheeks.

His friends immediately noticed, and Carlos, who was sitting the closest to him, tried to nudge him closer to her, which made him glare at the Spaniard. “Talk to her!”, he mouthed to her, and gave him another push towards her.

“So, um… do you live in Monaco?”, he asked, internally cringing at himself for the stupidity of his question. He didn’t ask for her name.

“Me? No, I’m just here for the Grand Prix”, she replied, which made all four drivers chuckle.

“You like Formula One? What’s your favorite team?”, he asked with newfound confidence.

“I like Ferrari, but their strategists are kind of fucking the drivers over. They could have been the best team on the grid, but they’re screwing it”, she replied as she got her cards dealt.

“Yeah? What’s your favorite driver”, he had a smug smile plastered on his face.

“I like Leclerc, mostly”

“And you came to see him in Monaco?”, he said, surprise evident in his voice.

“What, is it about the stupid curse? I don’t believe that he’s actually cursed, I believe he can perform as well in Monaco as he does in Spa and Monza and everywhere else”, she glanced at her cards and bet a few chips.

“You don’t?”

“No. I just think the stress of being at home gets to his head and he forgets to have fun. When he enjoys the race and doesn’t entirely focus on wanting to win, that’s when he does his best driving. He just has to relax and remember that one race does not define him, that he’s one of the most talented and capable drivers not only on the grid currently, but maybe ever, and just feel confident. I’m sure we’ll see great things from him, and a win in Monaco is for sure in the cards for him.”

Charles considered her words, and even though it was simple advice, hearing the words from her lips gave them different gravity. “Charles, mate, you have to bet”, Pierre called out to him.

The girl looked at Pierre, and realization flooded her face. She then looked at Lando and Carlos, her cheeks reddening more and more. Lastly, she looked at Charles, who was trying to contain his grin, and failing miserably.

“You’re- Oh my God, no!”, she gasped, her mouth falling open. Charles could not hold his laughter in at her surprised face. At that, she hit his arm, and Charles mock-winced in pain. “You let me go on and on about F1 as if I’m an expert and you’re a fucking Ferrari driver?”

“Yeah, but just because you’re really cute when you talk”, he winked at her, making the blood rush to her cheeks.

“I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you. That’s the most embarrassing moment of my entire life”

“No, don’t worry about it, it’s dark here, and I’m betting you’ve had a few drinks”

“It’s still very embarrassing. And you still have to bet”, she reminded him, and he quickly put a few chips in the pile, without really looking at them.

“Wow, you’re that confident in your cards?”, she asked looking at his chips, which made Charles realize that he bet 5000€.

“Yes, Charles here is an excellent poker player!”, Carlos chirped.

“If not the best”, Pierre added.

“You are? Then maybe I might just have competition.”, she smiled, and Charles instinctively leaked his lips.

A few rounds in, the girl seemed to continuously be winning. After she had gathered quite a few chips, most of them being Charles’, she decided she had enough and cashed out. A knot tied in Charles’ stomach, not ready to let the beautiful stranger go. Pierre shot him another glare, and Carlos pushed him towards her again, making him stumble and lose his balance. To center himself, he grabbed the stranger’s arm, which gained her attention. “I- I never got your name”, he asked her, and her eyes seemed to fill with joy,

“(Y/N). My name is (Y/N) ”, Charles smiled to himself.

“Gorgeous name for a gorgeous girl”, he made (Y/N) smile and look away to unsuccessfully try to hide the blush that was creeping up to her face. “Would you do me the honor of helping me with poker? I could use some luck”

 (Y/N) pretend to think about it, when she was over the moon that he asked him to join him.

“I thought you were a great poker player, if not the best”, she joked, mirroring the words that his friends had said earlier.

“But having such a pretty girl by my side makes my luck increase, and I cannot pass on that”, he told her and then moved to stand closer to her. Charles was itching to put his hands all over her, but he kept his composure, wanting to be as respectful as possible.

The dealer cashed in some new players, and then dealt everyone their cards. Charles looked at his cards and then showed (Y/N) . He went to bet, but she put her small hand on top of his, stopping him. “You need a five to win”, she whispered in his ear, her lips brushing against it, making him shiver. “All four of them have already passed. I say fold”.

He absentmindedly rubbed circles with his thumb on her hand as she talked to him, and without thinking about it, he folded his cards. They continued watching the game unfold, and when it was Lando’s turn, he continued to bet off his weirdly large stack of chips. He had not lost a single game tonight, it was honestly ridiculous. 

Charles grabbed (Y/N) ’s waist and pulled her tight against his body. “I’ll bet you a drink that somehow, Lando will win”, he whispered in her ear, making her chuckle again, which in turn made him smile widely.

“I’ll get in on that”, she said, and let her head rest against his chest, which made Charles’ heartbeat fasten.

Charles was indeed right. Lando continued his winning streak. The only person that he could not best seemed to be (Y/N) . He did a little celebratory dance, which made everyone burst out laughing, especially when he almost fell at the end. Pierre grabbed him before he hit the floor, and him and Carlos steadied him. “Charles, mate, we’re going to head to the hotel before he throws up everywhere”, Pierre told him. “But you don’t have to come back, we can go with Carlos’ car”, he quickly added, not wanting to ruin whatever those two had going on.

“I think I need to head home too. I’m going to have to look for a cab”, she said to Charles, and he could not interrupt fast enough.

“Nonsense, I’ll drive you home”, he offered, tightening his grip on her waist.

“No, it’s okay, I’m sure you have plenty to do tomorrow and you have to help your friend…”

“He has nothing to do tomorrow”

“All is taken care of”

“I’m perfect!”, Lando said with a hiccup, adding to the chorus of chants that the other two drivers said, not wanting to separate the two of them. Charles looked at  (Y/N) expectedly, and she couldn’t help the grin that spread on her face.

Charles maintained the hold on her waist and led her to where the valet was waiting for them with his 488 pista spider. He only let go of her waist to grab the keys. Charles opened the door for her, offering her his hand to help her in the car.

Even at this hour, the streets of Monte Carlo were as busy as ever. It was one of the first times that Charles could say that being stuck in the roads was not annoying in the slightest, because it meant that he got to spend more time with A (Y/N) .

They felt comfortable together, as if they knew each other for ages. The conversation was flowing naturally, both of them laughing and having fun. Charles got the confidence to slide his hand on her thigh, which made  (Y/N) ‘s stomach flutter with butterflies. Charles kept stealing glances at her, not being able to tear his eyes off her at each red light. “What?”, she asked with a smile on her face when he looked at her again.

“Nothing. You’re just so beautiful”, he told her, and she couldn’t conceal the smile that plastered on her face.

After a while, they finally arrived in front of (Y/N) ’s hotel. Charles quickly jumped off the car and opened the door for her, once again helping her get out of the car. He kept her hand in his own as they made the small walk to the entrance, and then brought it to his lips to kiss her knuckles. “It was lovely to meet you, (Y/N) ”

“It was lovely to meet you too, Charles”, she said with a smile. Charles took a deep breath to brace himself for what he was about to ask.

“Can I have your number?”, he mumbled quickly, which made her giggle. “I still have to buy you that drink, from the bet”, he said more slowly, gaining more confidence as he saw the way that  (Y/N) twirled her leg. She dug in her purse and grabbed a pen, and then grabbed his hand, scribbling her number on his palm.

“Only if you promise you’ll never let me ramble about F1 ever again”, she mused, and put the pen back into her bag.

“Can’t make that promise. I told you, you’re adorable when you ramble”

 Just as she was about to turn to leave, she put one hand on his chest and the other on his shoulder, went up on her toes, and kissed his cheek. “Goodnight Charles”, she said, and before he could reply, she turned and left, making sure to sway her hips a little bit more as she entered the hotel.

Charles stayed there for a few minutes, dumbfounded, just staring at where  (Y/N) had walked off. He touched his cheek, where she had kissed him. He could still feel the soft touch of her lips, it was sending sparkles up and down his body.

He drove off to the hotel he was staying to prepare for the Grand Prix with his head still in the clouds. He opened the door, and found Pierre and Carlos sat in the small living room of the hotel, waiting for him expectedly. When they saw him, they immediately burst out laughing. “I was going to ask how it went mate, but I think it went well”, Carlos said between his laughter.

“What do you mean?”, Charles asked, kind of offended that they kept laughing. Instead of replying, Pierre just patted a finger on his cheek and laughed again.

Charles quickly went to look at himself in the mirror, where he found that he had a red kiss mark where (Y/N) ’s gorgeous lips had touched him. All he could do was smile like an idiot.

Maybe he wasn’t as unlucky in Monaco as he thought he was.