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[czennieszn]

the magic of christmastime | l. castellan ❆

part 1: s(mitten) for you, luke castellan

child of aphrodite reader (Y/N) x luke castellan (fluff, a bit of angst, some anxiety)

It's Christmastime, the season of magic, miracles, and snow in the city. Celebrating their first Christmas together as a couple, Luke and Y/N are eager to participate in Christmas traditions. And what better way to get in Christmas spirit than going shopping in the Big Red Apple, the splendid New York City. There is only one problem, getting the permission of Chiron and Mr. D.

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I love Christmastime. From the flurry of people that crowd the malls of New York City, to the actual flurries of soft white snow that encase the concrete, making the Big Apple look like a giant snow globe, it's safe to say that Christmastime sparked a little bit of magic in you. Every year after Thanksgiving, a silent countdown would begin; the countdown until Christmas. Thirty days. Twenty-nine days. Twenty-eight days. Time didn't move any slower. But during these thirty days, the Christmas traditions got you through the month.

Baking and decorating Christmas cookies, wearing matching sweaters, drinking hot cocoa, and watching Christmas movies on your old DVD player, were things that you were anticipating doing this Christmas. Except, this Christmas would be different. It would be a little bit more magical, because this Christmas, you had the golden-eyed curly-haired Hermes boy with a crooked smile to spend it with. And you were delighted.

"Luke..." you gently nudged your boyfriend, teasing him with a smile. He was lying on your bed with his hands stretched out, your monthly subscription to Vogue magazine in his hands. Even under the dimly lit florescent fairy lights, Luke looked magical.  His lips were pursed in concentration, and his faint freckles were dotted across his nose. Eyebrows furrowed, he diverged his attention to you.

"Yes Y/N..." he responded in an equally teasing tone. Turning his head, you softly played with his curls as he rested in your lap. He twinkled his eyes like a newborn puppy, a look he knew was impossible to resist. You tried to endure the nonchalant disposition on your face, but the corner of your mouth gave you away. Smiling gently, you looked away and giggled. The effect this boy had on you couldn't be explained by science, it couldn't be explained by the gods. Gods, you were so in love with each other.

"What if we-" you began to say. He jokingly rolled his eyes. "I can't wait for another one of your "grand ideas" again Y/N. The last time you started with "what if we", we ended up in trouble with Mr. D and had to spend two months on stable duty," Luke laughed.

"No wait I'm serious! I promise we won't have to shovel horse shit ever again!" You said, trying not to laugh. 

"That was miserable, never again," Luke mocked you.

"I'm genuinely being serious, here me out!" You playfully eyed him.

"Okay Princess, what is it?" Luke whispered as he stared at your lips.

"What if we go into the city for some Christmas shopping..." you trailed off, unsure whether he would be willing to go with you. 

"Hmm," Luke closed the magazine and returned it to the magazine rack that Aphrodite gave you for your sixteenth birthday. You remember how elated when your mother met with you on your sweet sixteenth and winked at you, urging you to pursue Luke. Now here you were, two years later, with her advice fully followed through. 

There was a pregnant pause as Luke played with your fingers. "I hope you don't mean Christmas shopping at the camp gift shop," he jokingly said.  You shook your head quickly while you laughed, your curtain bangs swinging from side to side. "I've kind of had enough of the Stoll brothers and their practical jokes on these not-so-practical gifts." Rolling your eyes, you recalled last year when the Stoll brothers had slipped you two love potions, giving you googly eyes for Chiron and Luke groveling at Mr. D. It was a whole fiasco, leaving you and Luke thoroughly embarrassed for a minimum of two weeks.

"Noooo," you dragged on the word as you tilted your head. "I mean like, what if we went into the city to go shopping? Wouldn't that be fun," you suggested. "Do you think Chiron would let us?" You lightly breathed.

"Well, there's no way we'll know if we don't ask," Luke grinned. 

"Wait so you'd be willing to go shopping with me?" you held your breath. 

"Of course, anything for you Princess," Luke caressed your face. You were leaping with joy, and you practically ran out of the Aphrodite cabin to stalk Chiron for his permission. 

"Let's go, let's go!" You attempted to drag Luke as he groaned. "I'm comfy here, can we wait until tomorrow to find Chiron," Luke attacked you with his puppy-like eyes. Nope, you weren't going to fall for that now, no matter how impossible it was. 

"Please Luke we should go now, tomorrow morning is in twelve hours, something bad could happen and he may not let us go," you flashed him your best smile in retaliation. Playfully rolling his eyes, he tugged your hand and you fell onto the mattress. Squealing, you lay on top of him, what a goof. But you are so into this goof. Cheekily smiling, he smothered you in kisses: on your face, on your neck, on your collarbone. Peppering all surface areas of your body with love. 

You were violently blushing, turning a shade of red from your cheeks down to your neck at the sudden PDA. All of a sudden, you were self-conscious of your siblings in the cabin. But, they certainly paid you two no attention as they were used to the displays of affection. Awake and animated, Luke's eyes momentarily flickered animalistically, but they quickly returned to his typical soft-golden retriever demeanor. You both knew what he wanted at that moment, but given the circumstances, ew, gross.

"Okay," he whispered, satisfied at the reaction he got out of you. "Let's go," and he tugged you up suddenly as you guys ran out the door. The run eventually turned into the light jog because (a) you guys had just finished dinner and didn't want indigestion and (b) you had already exercised enough for today (the Apollo kids had run an archery obstacle course that was grueling, leaving a dull ache in your arms and feet)

"Chiron!" Luke called out into the distance, as we saw a faint outline of the centaur's shadow. He was going into the big house, probably to put curlers in his tail before he retired to his bed for the evening (Grover's words, not mine). Before he disappeared into the shadows, he gestured to us, letting us know to enter the Big House. Panting, as you were nearly exhausted at this point (don't get me wrong, I'm not unathletic, but the distance from the Aphrodite cabin to the Big House is quite far) At this point, you were going to get appendicitis before you could step into the Big Apple.

"Luke, wait a minute," you said, running out of breath. For a powerful demigod, you certainly had limited endurance.

"Are you okay Y/N," Luke dramatically gasped as he held your hand.

"I'm perfectly okay, just a tad out of shape," you sighed.

"Well Princess, just a few more steps and then we are there," Luke softly replied. Silently nodding your head to Luke's words of encouragement, you two approached the Big House. Unconsciously, you began to peel your cuticles, and Luke gently pried your hands away from your delicate, beaten skin. You deeply appreciated when he did things like that, paying attention to every detail, focusing on you, and double-checking that you were healthy and mentally okay.

The waning crescent that brightly illuminated the night sky depicted your mood; the fading of a bright idea in an endless world. This feeling wasn't new to you, and you could feel your energy waning. All the bravado that you had previously shown to Luke had wilted. Instead, you were now left uneasy, waiting for Chiron and Dionysus to chagrin you for your dangerously silly idea. A sinking pit of anxiety settled in your stomach. Damn, for how often my anxiety just shows up, it may as well start paying rent, you thought, trying to ease the war of emotions swimming in your mind.

Are you sure that you are okay? Luke bent down his head so he could be at eye level with you.

Yes, hopefully, you silently blinked back. He understood the scope of your anxiety, and during the especially bad days when you were left hugging yourself and biting at your nails, he would hug you instead and play with your fingers. Besides being a great boyfriend, he was an even more understanding person, and you loved that part of him.

Alright, gametime, Luke winked to you, as you two crossed the boundary between fun! rainbows! camp! and imminent doom featuring half a horse and an overgrown drunk toddler. The floorboard creaked as you two entered the Big House. Mustering up the remainder of your confidence, you took a deep breath and entered a book room where Chiron and Dionysus were sitting.

"We have a proposal for-," you gestured before being rudely interrupted by Mr. D slurping his diet coke. He raised an eyebrow, challenging you to continue. You momentarily glared at him before resuming your composure.

"Like I said, Luke and I have been thinking of-," you continued before being rudely interrupted for the second time by the overgrown diet coke-addicted toddler.

"Please, Dionysus, respect for the demigods for once," Chiron rolled his eyes, partially annoyed at Mr. D for acting childish, and possibly because we had interrupted his nighttime routine. Hey, if someone asked me to do something if I was in the middle of a manicure, I would also be thoroughly annoyed.

"To state the point that was never said," you pointedly glared at Mr. D and he tilted his head back at you to say fair point, "Luke and I were thinking of going into the city for one day to do some Christmas shopping."

The room was silent. All you could hear was the crackling of the fireplace, and even then as every log burned a hiss of malice escaped the chimney's base. Then Dionysus let out a big guffaw, startling everyone in the room.

"Oh my gosh you're joking are you? You came all the way to tell us that?" Mr. D gasped for breath and wiped his tears as he was laughing too hard. 

Dead silence echoed (can silence echo?) throughout the room. We were serious (for once). Mr. D could sense that no one else in the room was in a playful mood, and soon shut his mouth, a rare occasion. Under different circumstances, I would have probably pointed that out to Luke and given him a sly look, but tonight was not the night.

"Wait, you two are serious," Mr. D gestured to both of us while giving us both a pointed look of disappointment.

"Please Mr. D, we promise to be safe-" Luke began.

"For two senior counselors who have been at camp for a very long time, might I add, you two surely haven't gained any knowledge for all the time that you've been here," Mr. D frowned. 

"Please, we haven't gone anywhere in years. We promise to be safe and take any precautions needed," you pleaded. You just wanted this one thing. It might have been selfish, putting your lives in danger for a silly whimsical idea of yours, but it would make your first Christmas spent with Luke magical.

"You two are year-long campers for a reason," Mr. D firmly stated. He was correct in that respect, powerful campers like you two attracted monsters from far and wide. With your powerful charm speaking abilities and ability to create illusions of someone's greatest desires, and Luke's incredible sword fighting abilities, and not to mention his ability to bend the air in ripples as a traveling method, you two were quite a dynamic couple.

"Chiron," You pleaded, as you turned to Chiron. Chiron seemed deep in thought, as he pensively stroked his goatee (do I call it a horse-tee? centaur-tee?).

"These two of our campers are some of our best campers. They know how to adequately defend themselves in any situation tossed their way, am I correct?" Chiron turned to you two, the right corner of his mouth fighting a smile. You had never been so grateful for Chiron's existence until that moment (putting aside that time that he taught you the full extent of your illusional abilities, that was amazing of him).

"Yes, yes Chiron," Luke said, as you vigorously nodded your head.

"Yes, we will carry golden drachmas and Iris message you in case anything goes wrong," I tried to persuade them. "Not that we will inherently cause anything to go wrong," you trailed off.

"We will also bring weapons, just in case anything happens," Luke jumped in right away. "We will take care of ourselves, we promise."

"Think of this like a test, if we come back, we live, if not, well, we die. If we can't even handle the city that surrounds us, if we get called to a quest, well, that means we are screwed," you joked, also not joking at the same time. Hoping that this would persuade Mr. D, you gave Chiron a quick thumbs up, a symbol of your gratitude for having trust in you two.

"Hmm," Mr. D hummed for a while. You hoped he wasn't asleep, it was past that groggy toddler's bedtime.

"Well I permit Luke Castellan and Y/N L/N to spend the day in New York City tomorrow, granted they come back with gifts for me as well," Chiron winked.

"Oh yes, yes!" You excitedly said, a wide smile spread across your face.

"Of course, we will buy gifts for you Chiron, and for you as well Mr. D," Luke continued.

"Hmm, alright. And you two promise that you will stay safe?" Mr. D questioned.

"Yes sir," you two responded stoically.

"And within reach at all times?" Mr. D continued.

"Yes sir," you two nodded.

"Well I permit Lukas Clarkson and Y/nN La/N to spend the day in New York City tomorrow, granted they come back with gifts for me as well," Mr. D retorted, horribly butchering our names. Neither Luke nor I corrected him, fearful that he could suddenly have a change of heart and change his mind.

"Thank you so so so much!" You grinned.

"Have a great night!" Luke said, as he practically dragged you out the door.

"We did it! Oh my gosh, we are so good!" You excitedly hugged Luke the moment you exited the Big House. Hugging you and lifting you in the air, you two laughed joyously as you two landed on the lawn. Landing on top of Luke, you played with his hair. You hadn't left Camp Half-Blood without your mother, who would whisk you to some location in New York City for a day-trip gossip session.

"We did amazing, Princess," Luke smiled up at you. He squeezed your waist, causing a tornado of butterflies to travel up your navel.

"Well, we better get a long night's sleep tonight. We have an extremely long day tomorrow," you shyly smiled.

"Great idea babe, but first," Luke cheekily grinned, as he flipped you upside down. Startled, your eyes widened as Luke began to unabashedly pepper kisses across your face, neck, and collarbone. You didn't care that you two were in public, you were just grateful to have a wonderful boyfriend and wonderful people who could trust you two. You couldn't wait for tomorrow. 

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[bathomet-writes]

it’s so easy

summary: Mikey and you had been secretly dating for over a year, and a lot has changed in both of your lives. The Kraang invasion, the people of New York, it all shook up the status quo. On a rooftop date, you and him spill the tea and reconnect about what's really important.

relationship: Mikey x F!reader

warnings: romantic, fluff, humor, secret dating, slight hurt/comfort, sfw

word count: 3,191

author's note: another request for @/snipersiniora!! 💕 (ngl i listened to the reel big fish cover of “it’s not easy” while writing so this is loosely inspired by it lol)

You don’t know why in all the time you’ve spent in New York, you’ve never been up on a rooftop. The view was amazing. 

There were a couple of reasons as to why. Your hatred of high places, for one. With a strong enough breeze, you could go flying off your roof and become intimately familiar with the pavement below. Sometimes your neighbors would set up lawn chairs and shoot the shit, which was fine enough. You’ve just never been comfortable enough to want to join them. Lastly, it was a little difficult to skate on. The crowded atmosphere and uneven terrain made it the last place you would want to find yourself on a nice evening such as this. 

But, the rooftop of your building had one upside: it was the place you got to see Michelangelo. 

You clicked your heels together as you sat at an empty folding chair leftover from one of your upstairs neighbors. He wouldn’t show up for at least another 30 minutes, but you couldn’t help but jump the gun a bit and wait on the roof anyway. You’ve been keeping yourself busy, drawing random sketches onto your iPad. 

Mikey and you had been friends for a while, but you officially started dating about a year ago. Not much has changed between you two, even after the Kraang invasion. 

He was his same upbeat, eclectic self. But Mikey was also a little more confident. He carried himself differently, with a knowledge and experience you couldn’t even begin to relate to. You were a human, he was basically a superhero. 

You bite at the tip of your drawing pen. Why was it whenever you started thinking about him and his brothers, you got inexplicably frustrated. 

Was it because Raph, Donnie, and Leo still didn’t know you two were dating? 

No, not really. You and Mikey weren’t really concerned with labels. You two were content to continue hanging out like you always had, just with a little extra…intimacy.

Maybe it was the fact that you had to hang out in precarious places such as your rooftop. Why couldn’t you just go to your apartment, or the lair? 

“No, that’s not it.” You grumble to yourself, tapping the pen against your cheek.

“What’s not it?”

Mikey’s head appeared right above yours. He had just landed on the top of the wooden overhang you sat under, hanging like a spider. 

Smiling, you sit up a little more straight to give his snout a peck.

“This…caricature. I just can’t capture his likeness. It’s missing something.”

Mikey blushed, dropping from his perch to sit next to you. “Allow me to offer you my artistic perspective!”

You happily oblige and show him your screen. Thinking about your fellow tenants had made you unintentionally start to draw little doodles that looked like them. You couldn’t help wanting to draw the people you knew. Your weird, human neighbors were quite the characters. Almost a little more weird than the turtles, in your opinion.

“Oh, I know this guy. Is this the one that knocked at your door at 3 AM asking for a DVD?”

Mikey pinched to zoom in on your sketch. You don’t know whether your drawing was that accurate or if he was just great with faces. Either way, you can’t help but smile even more.

“How did you know?” You snuggle closer to Mikey, leaning in. “He insisted that I had borrowed his copy of Cats. And I was like, ‘Dale, I already own it on Blu-ray. Why in the world would I steal your DVD?’”

Mikey fell into your lap in hysterics. “NYAHAHA—! You didn’t!”

You weren’t lying about the interaction having happened, but maybe you embellished the part at the end. You just loved making Mikey laugh. 

“I did!” You beam. 

“Your neighbors are so weird, even for me. And the only neighbors I have are the sewer gators.”

You set your iPad down on the patio, scooching Mikey to lie fully in your lap. 

“Her name is Leatherhead and she’s lovely. I met her family once, on the way to the lair.”

Ignoring your sly tone, Mikey curled up into you like a lap cat. He was practically purring from how happy he was to finally be in your arms. It’s only been a couple of days since he’s had the opportunity to see you like this, and he was absolutely touch-starved.

“I missed you,” he sighs. “Patrol has been intense lately.”

His tired smile told you that he’d rather not get into it right now. You hum, petting the side of his head.

“I missed you too.”

Talking about his brothers wasn’t necessarily a taboo topic, but right now was the time for Mikey to relax, to unwind. You had plenty of stress in your own life too. Maybe it wasn’t as important as keeping the city safe, but it was tiresome to you nonetheless. 

You both just wanted to forget about everything else, just be together. That was what these rooftop hangouts were for. And if that was good enough for Mikey, it was good enough for you.

But your smile faltered, if only for a moment. 

Mikey’s eyes were closed as he continued to relish your head pets, unaware of your subtle shift in mood.

“Tell me more about your neighbors.” Turning his head, he speaks softly into your hand. “I love hearing about the people you live with. They’re interesting.”

“Well, this town is kinda ‘interesting people’ central.” You shrug.

“Yeah, I know. Are humans in other places like the ones here?”

Dragging your fingers along his textured skin, you think about it. You hadn’t really gotten around much, but you figured that NYC was a little unique compared to other major cities.

Your lips ease back into a lazy smile. 

“Sort of. This place is sort of a big Melting Pot, y’know? It doesn’t really matter where you come from, everyone ends up wherever they are…for whatever reason.”

Mikey looks up at your face, his expression dripping with curiosity.

“What’s that mean?” He smirks.

“It means that people are weird. This place has a lot of people. Therefore, New York is just about the weirdest place there is!”

You two laugh, basking in each other's presence. After looking down at Mikey, you feel a little more normal. Work, life, all of that didn’t really matter anymore. Or at least, it shouldn’t. 

“My neighbor’s aren’t all that interesting, Mikey. They’re just your run-of-the-mill folks, day drinking and sitting on the stoop.”

“Woah…” He gasps, sitting up. “Day drinking?”

Internally, you chide yourself. “I wasn’t supposed to say that.”

“Don’t worry, your secrets are safe with me!” He smiles, zipping his lips shut.

“I shouldn’t gossip…”

You roll your eyes a bit before they land on Mike. His eager, expectant expression was just too cute. Who could say no to a face like that?

Suddenly, you’re filled with bubbly energy.

“Okay, okay! Liz told me that Bill said that Debbie’s grandma was apparently—“

You whip your head around, making sure the coast is clear. You never knew who might be listening in, your neighbors were terribly nosy.

“She snuck Hennessy into the apartment meeting. Last Sunday, when we got together with the building manager, they had coffee and stuff…”

Mikey quickly scrambles over to grab a free chair before sitting directly in front of you. Enraptured, he places his head on his hands. 

“And she added a little extra somethin’ into her mug? How scandalous!” He wiggles his eye ridge, fully getting into the story. 

You launch forward and gesture wildly with your hands. “No, that’s the thing! She put the booze…in the coffee pot.”

Mikey’s smile dropped. 

“You don’t mean—“

Grimly, you nod your head.

“I mean a whole room of people, shnackered at 10 AM. On God’s day.” You chortle. 

He covers his mouth in genuine shock. You chuckle, looking at his wide-eyed expression.

“And I know that Liz was the one who ratted her out, the bitch. She of all people would know what Hennessy tastes like, I saw her drink 5 whole cups with my own eyes!” 

Mikey moves his hands away, his voice hushed. “She sounds like a bitch.”

You kick your legs up and recline farther in your chair. “You don’t know the half of it.”

Liz was your next door neighbor. She always had a knack for being right outside your door whenever you stepped out to go to work. You left early everyday just to accommodate for the inevitable one-sided conversation. She was old, and very lonely, so you didn’t mind her chatting your ear off. 

But she was also very bitter. Even more so after the Kraang invasion.

“I swear, I keep seeing those…frog men. They flip around my windows at all hours of the night, whooping and hollering up a storm! Who do those punks think they are?”

You’ve seen a lot of different reactions from people after the turtles officially became public knowledge. Usually, it was just casual disinterest or disdain from the more conservative crowd. Old people, cops, etcetera. 

But for some reason, the people you lived with just happened to be either really old or in law enforcement. They hated all mutants, and they didn’t have any problem letting you know about it.

You nearly get lost in your own thoughts before Mikey nudges your knee.

“I think she’s the one who threw a flower pot at my head that one time.” He chuckles, rubbing the back of his noggin.

Sighing, you lightly knock his leg with your foot. “Yeah, that’s Liz. If rent wasn’t so good here, I’d move out in a second.”

“Aw, they’re not so bad!” Mikey shoots a toothy smile at you. “It’s not the worst thing someone’s thrown at me.”

You meet his grin with a small frown.

“How do you do it?” 

Mikey cocks his head. “Is that a rhetorical question?”

“Ugh, no? Yes?” You lean back and stare up into the sky. It was a clear day, not a cloud in sight.

“You’d think people would be a little more thankful to the guys who saved their asses from alien invaders.”

You seethed, thinking about all the nasty side comments and quiet whisperings you’ve overheard in your hallways. 

“Hey, don’t get angry on my account.” Mikey reaches out and gives you a good-natured pat on the leg. “My family’s used to people wanting to kill us all the time, so a flower pot is actually a nice change of pace.”

“I guess so.”

Then, you realize it. 

This was why you were so stressed out. Whenever you think about the turtles, you can’t help but associate them with all the negative energy you’ve been surrounded in at home. You thought you had thicker skin, but you feel your heart start to sink. 

“You know, it’s funny.” 

Mikey sighs, musing to himself. 

“Sometimes I think about how weird it’s been lately. Splinter always told us it was important for us to not be seen, to stick to the shadows. It was because of the ninja thing, mostly. But I know he was trying to keep us...”

He picks nervously at his palm, tracing the lines of his hand. 

“Safe?” You ask. 

“Sheltered.”

There was a sadness creeping into his voice. You hated the sound. It was just too bittersweet for you to handle. You cautiously look back to Mikey, waiting for him to finish.

“But, then there was April. And Casey, later on. I thought there might actually be a chance for us to make it out in the human world. The whole yokai/mutant thing with Draxum was…well, a whole thing.”

Mikey briefly looked back up to make sure he wasn’t boring you too much. Not that he didn’t like to talk with you about stuff like this, it was just a little hard. 

When you give his hand an encouraging squeeze, he sighs. 

“But, I knew we kinda wouldn’t have a choice to stay in the shadows anymore. After the Kraang, that is. Leo told us we wouldn’t exactly be  getting the red carpet treatment.”

“Humans are stupid.” You huff. 

“You’re a human, and I don’t think you’re stupid at all.”

Mikey squeezed your hand back, a sad smile forming on his face. 

It wasn’t like he needed the entirety of New York to accept him and his brothers. With April, Casey, and especially you, he had all the human approval that he could ever want. He searched your face, and he knew that you were starting to slip. 

You try to swallow down the lump in your throat before speaking up.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up all this.” You run your thumb along the edge of Mikey’s.

Mikey sits up, puffing out his chest. “That’s enough. I will not have you getting sad because of me!”

Suddenly, he stands up, bringing you along with him.

“I’m not sad, I’m mad!” You scoff, rubbing your nose on your sleeve. “I ought to throw ceramic vases at Liz, see how she likes it.”

Tutting you, Mikey leads you out into the middle of the roof. There was a concrete slab next to the door that led back into the building, where you had placed your backpack earlier. You watch as Mikey sneaks around, dipping behind your back, to dig through your bag.

“You know a good way to get rid of all that anger?” Mikey whispers, rising up.

“What are you scheming back there?” You cross your arms and spin around. “Stop messing with my—“

When you turn around, you see Mikey holding up your trusty pair of skates right up to your face. He held them by the shoelaces, a cheeky grin peeking around them. 

“Skate the hate away, baby!” 

“That’s a beautiful thought,” you smirk. “But I couldn’t.”

“Oh, then let me help you.”

You gasp, feeling Mikey drag you over to your chair to push you back into it. Once you fall, he moves down to pull off your sneakers and lace up your skates. 

Blushing, you watch him lovingly guide your feet in. He sticks his tongue out as he ties little bunny-ear knots.

“Mikey…!” You giggle, his fingers tickling your ankle. “This is too much.”

Whenever you started to become sad, you could always count on him to lift your spirits back up. You tried to stay as endlessly positive and go-with-the-flow as Mikey, but it was difficult sometimes. The inner optimist in you was finding it more and more hard to navigate the nihilistic world you found yourselves in.

“There! Now c’mon.” He smiles. 

Mikey lifts you back up, pulling you to glide over to the concrete by the door. 

You can’t help the goofy smile that creeps in when he spins you around. The flat surface was just big enough for you to skate a couple of inches away from him. 

Your shoulders slump, all at once feeling happy again. 

“What did I do to deserve you?” You fold your hands behind your back and circle Mikey. 

Chuckling, he tries following your face as it spins around him.

“Nothing. You were just in the right place at the right time.”

He stood there idly watching you elegantly sail past him. It was fun constantly making him have to twist around to keep eye contact with you, and you feel laughter begin to bubble up.

You snatch his hand, forcing him into an awkward dance with you. 

“Care to join me?” 

You grin from ear to ear, placing a hand upon the small of his back. Or rather, his shell. 

Surprisingly, Mikey is caught off guard by your bold move. You watch with glee as his face flushes a bright pink. He stutters, a little bashful at being led around by you instead of the other way around. 

“I g-guess I don’t have a choice?”

You pull him closer, pressing up against his plastron. “Nope!”

The two of you spin around in lazy circles for a while. The blazing sunset on the horizon brought a new feeling of warmth and comfort, a heavenly glow lighting up your eyes. The entire city looked like it was bathed in orange, Mikey’s signature color.

It was a good look for New York.

“Wow…” You sigh, marveling at the beautiful world around you.

“I know.” 

Mikey shifts a bit, managing to stand an inch or two higher than he usually is. You were both about the same height, at least that was what you kept insisting to him. But he wanted to look down at you for once. He wanted to hold you like you held him. 

“You make me feel accepted, you know.”

You blink against the light of the sun before looking back at Mikey. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You just let me be me. That’s all I need. You make me feel all…sparkly.”

You bite your lower lip, holding back a chuckle. 

“Sparkly, huh? That’s a unique adjective.”

That was the best way Mikey could describe it. You and him had so much in common, mostly in terms of your hobbies and your personalities. But there was just something about being around you so much that showed him how different you were. In a good way, obviously.

You were human, he was a mutant. There was the ninja-ing as well. You both had wildly different life experiences. 

Slotting your head between his neck and his shoulder, he hugs you tightly. 

“What about you?” 

His warm breath makes you shudder, practically melting into his hold.

“You make me feel…”

You move your skate to engage the rubber stopper. The world was seriously starting to spin.

“Shiny.”

“Hey, are you copying me?” 

Playfully scoffing, Mikey picks you right off of your feet and spins you around again. You laugh into each other's embrace, and you hold on for dear life as he pins you securely to his chest.

“It’s true! You make me feel all shiny and new.”

For a second, you feel your thoughts wander back to your earlier conversation. You don’t like having to shift into serious mode, but you needed to say just one more thing. Mikey moves away to get a better look at your face.

“I know it’s not easy. Having to save people when they don’t even—“

“No, it’s not. But when I think about all the people who do care, who do understand me…”

Mikey smiles, tipping your chin up slightly to look at him. He always wanted to do that to you. 

“It’s easy. It gets easier everyday. All I have to do is have you right here.”

Then, your heart flutters in your chest. You didn’t notice it before, but Mikey stood a little taller than you now. You don’t know if he had a growth spurt or something, but there he was. Looking at you, his eyes sparkling in the sunset, you knew there was a lot more to Mikey than anyone thought. 

Even you.

“I love rooftops,” you sigh, moving up to brush your lips against his cheek.

Angling his head around, he leans into you. 

 “I love rooftops too.”

taglist: @saspas-corner

#rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #sfw #mikey x reader #michelangelo x reader #rottmnt mikey x reader #requests

[alexlacquemanne]

A week since his return, and I still can't believe it! What a return, I hope he stays in WWE, even on commentary, I don't care. But I need his legacy to be alive. All these things he said, all these things he did...

"I would much rather be hated for who I am, then loved for something that I am not."

“Don’t let these tattoos fool you. I’m straight edge. I’m a man of great discipline; I don’t drink, I don’t smoke, I don’t do drugs… my addiction is wrestling – my obsession is competition. Discipline. My name is C…M…Punk.”

Extreme Championship Wrestling. July 4th, 2006.

"Now, the first step to recovery for people like yourselves is a confession. You simply need to stop lying to yourself and you need to say to yourself: I HAVE A PROBLEM. What I want is for everybody to stand up. Now stand up. Ladies and gentlemen at home, if you feel the need to put your hand on the television screen you go right ahead and do that. But I need everybody in this arena and around the world right now to stand up and admit that you are all addicts."

Friday Night Smackdown. November 20th, 2009

"What you've lost sight of is what you are, and what you are is what you hate. You're the 10-time WWE Champion! You're the man! You, like the Red Sox, like Boston, are no longer the underdog! You're a dynasty. You are what you hate. You have become the New York Yankees!"

Monday Night Raw. July 11th, 2011.

Triple H : How did your movie do, by the way?" Triple H asked. CM Punk : Oh, mine went straight to DVD, just like yours.

Monday Night Raw. August 8th, 2011.

"OMG, Kevin Nash, WTF, thought he was dead, LOL."

Monday Night Raw. August 15th, 2011

"You gotta love crazy chicks!"

Monday Night Raw. June 4th, 2012

"I just want you to know that come Royal Rumble, and you have about three weeks to realize this, I'm gonna kick your ass 'cause I'm the best in the world. I'm the best thing going today. I'm the best guy you've ever stepped foot in the ring with. And you need to understand, congratulations, Rock, you just graduated from the kiddie table, but you just bit off more than you can chew. You're playing little league with your little insults and your rhymes and your 'millions and millions' and your 'finallys'. And I'm in the big leagues and I'm swinging for the fence. You need to understand that your little jabs and your insults, it's all kiddie games. You can't leave a mark on the champ's face. Come Royal Rumble, understand, when you step in the ring, your arms are just too short to box with God."

Monday Night Raw. January 7th, 2013

"AJ is fabulous and sends her regards"

Monday Night Raw. November 27th, 2023

#cm punk #wrestling #wwe #phil brooks #survivor series #best in the world #the voice of voiceless #in punk we trust #chicago made #john cena #triple h #aj lee #april jeanette mendez #ajpunk #aj brooks #the rock #dwayne johnson #kevin nash #paul heyman

[stormblessed95]

I'm not sure if my previous ask about the LOVE YOURSELF TOUR IN SEOUL DVD went thru, so let me try again. You mentioned about the LYS Seoul tour DVD, was this tour never been been released in DVD/Blu-ray before? @humanuser0613 also mentioned that BH never released it even after all these years. But they did release a DVD, I'm just not sure it's the same one you were talking about. It still shows up for me on weverse but it's obviously been sold out for years, sold out the same day if I remember correctly, and I have been waiting hoping all these years for them to restock (even emailed BH to consider) as it's the only one on the LYS tour I don't have. BUT if it's not the same one then please just ignore me. Thanks!!

Hi! No, that specific DVD has never been released! Other tour stops from that tour has been though, which is probably what you are thinking about. They've released the Love Yourself Speak Yourself London DVD, the LYSY Sao Paulo DVD. Both those from 2019. And from 2018, there was the Love Yourself Europe DVD, Love Yourself New York DVD, and Love Yourself in Seoul DVD. That last one is probably what you are thinking of, but that's from the start of the tour in 2018 in Seoul. Not the extension tour which was the Love Yourself speak Yourself tour and which ended in Seoul in 2019. Then last month it was shared on the timeline that the LYSY Seoul Final DVD was submitted for a request for a review and rating

There is no release date at this point, but it looks like the DVD is FINALLY going to come out soon! And i cannot WAIT 😭😭 It's going to make me cry, I already know it. Especially Joon's speeches at the ends and all the amazing cute moments that happened over those 3 days 😭😭

[ilovewhiteroses]

Moonlighting

Pairing: The Corinthian x Female Witch Reader Genre: Fluff, romance Warnings: Very little smut Rating: None (the smut is very minimal, so I don’t think it’s needed) Notes: - If you are curious about the ’Moonlighting’ theme song, you can listen to it here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9sECrATrDzY

You and Corinthian were chilling on a Saturday night like an ordinary couple. Little did you know that things would get serious between you and your boyfriend…in a good way 💕

Ever since you came home from New York, you've spent all your time with Corinthian, your boyfriend. You were in the Big Apple for a week to see the sets and meet the actors of the movie that will be made from your book You were the executive producer and fortunately, you were satisfied with everything.

Alongside Corinthian, you spent time with your friend Cole and your family. They were less interested in your trip to New York, but more so in your love life. They asked if you have someone and you only told them that you are dating a guy, but you don't say more because the relationship is still fresh. And then, you didn't feel like answering their million questions.

Your boyfriend told you everything that happened while you were away. He said that Sandman, aka Morpheus, was freed from his 100-year captivity and how vile the recently created Dream Agents were. You listened to him sometimes in amazement, sometimes in shock, but you were glad that he was not hurt.

 It was Saturday night. You and Corinthian were like an ordinary couple: you were watching TV from your bed, while you and him were lying on your stomach, swinging your legs. You didn't feel like cooking, so you ordered hamburgers with cola and French fries. You nibbled the fries from a large plate while watching TV, and sometimes you fed each other. You were wearing Corinthian's sweater with the sleeves rolled up, and he was wearing grey sweatpants. His sunglasses were on the bedside table next to your bed. He didn't wear his sunglasses at home because he didn't feel the need to since he showed himself to you. It was strange to him at first. He thought he felt more vulnerable and naked without sunglasses than without clothes, but you were important to him, so he showed you his true self. It meant a lot to him that you accepted him like that, with unusual eyes.

You watched Moonlighting, one of your favourite series. You used to watch it a lot and since then, whenever you have time, you sometimes watched an episode on DVD. You loved the atmosphere of the ’80s and the legendary duo of Bruce Willis and Cybill Shepherd. Corinthian, on the other hand, only saw a few episodes, said he wasn't really hooked, and then he had other things to do.

"Bruce was hot when he was young." you said as you bit into your fries.

"Young Cybill wasn’t bad either. If they both looked like this today, I would definitely have a threesome with them." Corinthian teased you, you rolled your eyes while let out a big sigh. He was a real artist at making every conversation around the topic of sex, but that's exactly what you loved in him.

He continued

"Did you know they allegedly didn't get along on set?"

"Yes, and I'm a little sorry, because they were so beautiful together." you said regretfully, as if it were two of your acquaintances. "You know what I figured out?" you looked at Corinthian.

"What?" He asked with raised eyebrows and a French fry in his hand.

"You're like Bruce's character, David. You're both well-dressed, charming, attractive guys, only women have a crush on David, while every breathing living thing has a crush on you." you said with a chuckle and ran your fingers through Corinthian’s hair

“Hmm, I think there is some truth in what you say.” he giggled mischievously, "I say you're like Maddie, only hotter." he said with a wink. You leaned over and gave him a kiss on the lips.

The episode came to an end with the catchy theme song performed by Al Jarreau. This song was one of those that always cheered you up when you were sad. You started singing.

"I didn't know you had such a good voice." Corinthian said in surprise. You then sat up and continued singing with theatrical hand movements, He was lying on his side looking at you happily. He loved how funny and silly you were.

You stood up on the bed and continued the song, making sure that the rest of the fries didn't fall off the plate. Corinthian laughed hard, then got out of bed and reached for his phone and started filming you.

“Oh Y/N, this is some nice footage! If you were a celebrity, I could make a fortune out of this!”

You pointed at him while singing and then said.

"Corinthian, if you don't stop filming, I'm going to call my lawyer!" you tried to pretend you were serious, but then you laughed. You got off the bed and tried to take the phone out of his hand, but you didn't have much of a chance considering he was almost a head taller than you. I’ll show you, you thought to yourself and teleported the phone out of his hand and onto the bedside table.

"Shit, I forgot you're a witch." Corinthian slapped his forehead and pretended to be surprised at what he saw. You rarely used your supernatural abilities, because you would solve everything yourself. But sometimes you used your magic power just for fun. The theme song ended, you teleported your own phone into your hand and searched for the full version of the song. Corinthian started humming.

"Shall we dance?" he asked and held out his hand to you. You gave him yours and he pulled you close. He held one hand up next to his head, interlocking his fingers with yours, his other hand holding your back and you clinging to his shoulder. You started waltzing around the bedroom, while Corinthian sometimes spun you around, sometimes he even dipped you. You were as skilled as if you had been dancers in your real life, even though you were only improvising.

He suddenly picked you up and fell on the bed with you. You looked into his teeth eyes. The whole evening you felt like you were in a romantic movie. It occurred to you that Corinthian might never had the chance to be in such a loving atmosphere with someone, but with you, he could experience the nicer, more human side of life.

“Y/N.” He said your name with his Southern drawl, which you loved so much.

"Yes, Corinthian?" you asked and stroked his cheek. He took your hand and kissed your palm. He looked deep into your eyes.

"I love you." he said.

Your heart began to beat faster, your breath hitched. You were overcome with such a feeling of happiness that you wanted to cry. He had told you several times before that he loved this and that about you, but this was the first time he actually said it. He didn't need a string quartet to serenade you, he didn't need to write it on a big poster. It was just the two of you.

And it was perfect.

"I love you too." you told him and you kissed each other gently. Corinthian looked at you, his sweet smile was radiating warmth, then kissed you again. He moaned loudly and deepened the kiss, then took off your loose sweater. He started kissing your neck, then your breasts, while you ran your fingers through his hair. Then he wandered lower and pulled your panties off. You couldn't wait for him to satisfy you so you could show him how much you love him…

Tags: @placeinthemiddleofnowhere​, @thecorilove86​

#the corinthian #the corinthian fanfic #the corinthian & female reader #boyd holbrook #Sandman #fluff #romance #fanfiction

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

A few months ago, I watched the new season of Alan Davies: As Yet Untitled, and made several posts about one thing that happened in this one episode. Because it was so weird and it bothered me so much, mainly that no one pointed it out. I didn’t even need anyone to get in trouble, I just needed to know that I wasn’t the only person who had noticed this incredibly obvious weird thing that everyone seemed to think was fine. That thing being someone stealing a story that is well known as a stand-up story by another comedian, and this other comedian is very famous and that story is one of his favourite bits that he told all the time for many years, including telling it on TV and on the radio. So you can’t steal that. Especially not for one minute of attention on a panel show. Aside from the fact that I wouldn’t think Isy Suttie is the kind of person to engage in plagiarism, even if someone were that type of person, I don’t see why they’d steal a well known stand-up story that a famous comedian has told on TV, for one minute of attention on a panel show. Surely that isn’t worth it.

This was so confusing to me that I wrote several long posts about it, here and then here. That’s where you can find my original confused and overly long ranting about this strange phenomeon. But the summary is: John Oliver had this story about something that (apparently) happened to him on a train once, I know he was telling it at least as early as 2003 (since he told it in a Radio 4 appearance in January 2004), he told it on his New York TV show in 2010, I’m pretty sure it’s on his stand-up DVD, and I’ve heard him tell it a bunch of other times, including during TV interviews. It was a go-to story for him for years. And on a 2023 episode of Alan Davies: As Yet Untitled, Isy Suttie told that story as though it happened to her. Which I’m pretty sure it didn’t (it is possible that it really did happen to John Oliver and Isy Suttie together, but I don’t think so because I’ve heard her refer to the story on her radio show as a thing that happened to someone else, it’s a whole big thing and I already went into it in far too much detail in those earlier posts), so someone’s lying, and something strange has happened.

I spent a fair bit of those previous posts speculating about absurd scenarios in which maybe no one is lying and it’s all fine, and said at the end that I do realize all that happened is that Isy Suttie made the bad decision to tell someone else’s story, probably thinking it wouldn’t be a big deal and wasn’t even likely to make the edit, which it probably wasn’t, until Alan Davies named the episode after it. However, I’ve heard something recently that’s made me realize there is a genuine possible explanation that does not involve Isy Suttie stealing stuff on purpose.

I’ve had cause this week to re-listen to After the Beginning, Before the End, which is Daniel Kitson’s stand-up show from 2013. It’s available on Bandcamp and of course everyone should buy it along with everything else. It has this throughline where he recounts something a friend had said to him, a little at a time. At the end, there’s the bit that I cut out and uploaded above, where he finally tells the entire story, and we find out that the whole time, none of it was true. His friend Isy had taken a thing he’d once joked with her about how messed up it would be if someone did that, and later on, she’d recounted it back to him as something he'd actually done.

After the Beginning, Before the End is a show with all these themes around the unreliability of memory, and that story as a throughline is meant to be an example of that. The way someone can hear a joke, remember the thing that was joked about but forget all its context, and end up storing it in memory as a thing that really happened. That would be a good way to illustrate that, except that – I’m not sure the human brain normally does do that. I mean, it’s not unheard of, that someone would make that sort of error. But that’s a pretty big error. I’m not sure that’s a normal thing to do.

So, new theory: It’s possible that Isy Suttie just has some sort of cognitive quirk where she doesn’t remember context for stuff. Keeps stories in her head, but forgets crucial details like whether they really happened and who they happened to, and even whether or not they happened to her.

If that’s the case, it rather undermines Kitson’s central point, because that’s not a normal thing. He can’t use Isy Suttie as an example for the fallibility of human memory, because most human memories don’t function like that. Maybe the occasional error, but not one bad enough to take a story that gets told by a person you know, that you heard him tell for many years in various contexts, and end up believing it happened to you. But doing that probably isn’t any weirder than stealing someone else’s well-known stand-up story for one minute of attention on a panel show, so it's a reasonable theory. And I’ve now heard something in a different show to suggest she is prone to this sort of thing, so that's my working theory at the moment.

What a strange thing, all around. I still consider the whole situation an unsolved mystery, but I think the Kitson clip gives me the first remotely plausible explanation I've heard so far.

[adamwatchesmovies]

How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days (2003)

Maybe male audiences would respond better to the words “romantic comedy” if someone made them heartfelt and/or funny. How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days is a perfect example of a would-be date movie whose reliance on clichés and contrivances infuriates. There’s an inherent nastiness to this story.

Aspiring writer Andie (Kate Hudson) is told to write an article titled “How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days”, which she’ll do by picking up a man and then making the same mistakes “all women do” until he’s forced to break up with her. The man she's chosen is Benjamin (Matthew McConaughey), himself on a mission: to woe a woman and make her fall in love with him in a week and a half.

There’s an effort to make the plot seem less manufactured by having a middleman (well, middle women) bring Andie and Ben together, but that doesn’t make it any less preposterous. I could get over this if the film was sweet but it isn’t. When Ben accepts the bet, he looks around the bar and rejects several women because they’re not to the supermodel standards of the main cast. It already shows how mean-spirited this film but the real villain is miss “I’m working at a magazine that promotes shoes and 10 new sex tips every month but what I want is to write about politics”. She decides to pick a guy at random and put him through hell. Not only does she make him believe she’s genuinely interested, she invades his privacy, stalks him at work, pushes him into fights with strangers, and even involves his family in the con! Imagine if Ben had gotten fired from his job, or grievously injured! I know he's “asking for it”, but there’s a big difference between trying to get a girl to fall in love in 10 days and making someone’s life so miserable they can’t stand you anymore. The film is so dissociated with reality it doesn’t even realize that by the end, Andie becomes a true villain. Ben gives her two tickets for a basketball game dated after his bet has ended. That means he genuinely likes her – if the fact that he was previously bending over backward to accommodate her outrageous demand didn't make it obvious enough.

It’s about as romantic as a heart-shaped chocolate that’s gotten a bite taken out of it and unfortunately, How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days is rarely, if ever funny. There’s a running gag about dog urine and a farting uncle – hurray! As crappy as they are, at least biological functions could be conceptually funny to 5-year-olds. Every other gag has a deeply unsettling core thanks to the premise. At one point, Andie buys a horrible dog to scare off Ben? What was her plan after the 10 days were over? To put it down? Talk about cruel.

The match that lights the bonfire is the ending. It’s predictable but let's be kind and say it's no big deal since we are watching a romantic comedy. What's worse is that it's neither genuine nor satisfactory, since several loose ends go unresolved. After Ben and Andie realize they've both been conned, they're hurt. Both developed feelings for the other by this point. Ben chases Andie as she heads to the airport. He stops her from leaving the city and after a callback to a scene that established him as someone who can't be lied to (the irony is too good to be true), the lovers embrace. Why? What do they have in common? We know they both enjoy lying to members of the opposite sex and the New York Knicks, but how do THEY know this? As far as they’re concerned, they don’t know anything about each other!

How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days is agony. It’s not funny or sweet. It was ill-conceived from the beginning, but not necessarily doomed to fail. This could’ve worked as a dark comedy. This? It’s an insult. (On DVD, October 1, 2017)

#How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days #movies #films #romantic comedies #rom-coms #Donald Petrie #Kristen Buckley #Brian Regan #Burr Steers #Kate Hudson #Matthew McConaughey #Adam Goldberg #Michael Michele #Shalom Harlow #2003 movies #2003 films

[twentythreemillionstories]

Sunday 24th March 2024, New York City, 1.25pm.

#166,348 — A woman is returning home from her shopping trip when she is run down by a car. At first I thought it was some traffic accident but there were no cars around, just the parked car with the man lying on the bonnet. He is however allowed to build a vast collection of horror and pornographic DVDs.

[briuh]

vanilla or chocolate?

Vanilla unless it’s literal chocolate

pineapple or orange?

Orange

summer or fall?

Summer

winter or spring?

Spring!

coke or pepsi?

Coke

flip flops or converse?

Chuck Taylors

thanksgiving or christmas?

Thanksgiving

lil wayne or kanye west?

Kaaannnnyyyeeee

degrassi or glee?

You said what?

iphone or blackberry?

Neither. Get a life.

baseball or football?

X games motocross and mma

basketball or soccer?

Listen..

facebook or myspace?

MySpace 🥺… the original

twitter or photobucket?

Do either even exist?

snapple or vitamin water?

Snaps

math or social studies?

DAM.

I can’t choose they’re equally terrible

Math.

purple or red?

💜💜💜

mac or dell?

I don’t even have a computer anymore

msn, aol, or aim?

Aim 🥺

uggs or emu?

Sorel

facebook chat or IM?

Texting

texting or calling?

Calling

air heads or starburst?

Starburst 💦

sweet or sour?

Both

paramore or the fray?

Who?

sunrise or sunset?

Sunrise but … sunset

girly girl or tomboy?

Tomboy

delia’s or hot topic?

Hot topic but I do miss Delia’s

ipod or cd player?

I have a phone

love or money?

Love

Here’s the latest. You know, the best thing about the Internet is the ability to talk about yourself. A LOT.

If I looked on the bed next to you, what would I find?

My man

Do you go to the bathroom with the door open or closed?

Depends on the bathroom. Like home bathroom or work bathroom?

Are your underwear and socks folded in your drawer or just thrown in?

A nice even mixture of both because i hardly have drawers

Sleep on your back or stomach?

All over

Are you a cuddler?

Yes, although I’m also the cuddled

What would I find if I looked UNDER your bed?

Clothes because I kind of don’t have drawers

Something that happened today that made you angry?

My boyfriend, because he was at work and not with me, even though I was also at work, but it annoyed me.

What were you doing before this survey?

Reuniting myself with my tumblr for the 578th time

What will you do after the survey?

Bed

Marriage or living together?

Marriage is the preference but he moved himself in and I didn’t say no

What shirt are you wearing now?

Black tank top with a green tie dye hoodie

Do you sing?

Yea but the cigarettes really throw a wrench

Do you de-label your beer bottles?

I don’t drink beer

Do you talk about your feelings or hide them?

Bury! Bury them all!

Is there something you regret and wish you could take back?

Eh, no

First thing you do when you wake up?

🫢

Ever had surgery?

Twice

Last argument you got into with?

I live with my man, take a wild guess

Do you tend to rip the paper off water bottles?

I don’t use those I have the metal refillable ones

What’s one good thing about your best friend?

He listens to me complain and loves me anyway. He calms me down. He has my back

How long does it take for you to fall asleep at night?

Most of the entire night

Current song on myspace?

🙄

When you shut off your alarm clock, do you tend to fall back asleep?

Remember the question about who i last had an argument with?

If you were given the chance to take care of a monkey for a weekend, would you?

No.

What are you looking forward to in the next few months?

Finishing school

It’s Wednesday afternoon, where are you usually?

Work

Honestly, if you could have ANYONE in the world, who would it be?

The one I have now

Your Christmas list consists of?

We still doing that?

Ok cool I want a house

No no no I want a million dollars for Christmas

You’re going to New York for school shopping, where do you go first?

I guess this question is assuming I got what I wanted for Christmas

You need a new pair of jeans, what store do you go to first?

Abercrombie or temu there is no in between

How do you feel about your hair?

I like my hair

What movie is in your DVD player?

DVD player lol

If you could move away, no questions asked, where would you move?

Italy

How much do looks matter to you in a guy/girl?

I’d be lying if I said they don’t matter at all. They matter. A lot. However, once I love that person, they could let themselves go and I’d still love them just as much. But since they’re already attractive they prob aren’t going to let themself go feel me

What’s the greatest thing that happened to you today?

My son came home from babysitting and my boyfriend came home from work and we’re all safe and sound and home together

What would you change about your life right now?

Money

How many TRUE best friends do you have?

1, may be 2

What’s the best feeling in the world?

Being in his arms, head in his chest, and he randomly kisses me on the head

[bandfriend9]

How to Find a Pawn Shop Near Me

Are you in need of cash fast? If so, you've probably heard of a pawn shop near me. But where is the nearest one? What about a Union Pawn Shop? How about the Diamond District? What about the Bronx? Read on to discover some of the best pawn shops in your area. Here are some tips for choosing the best one: Diamond District If you have some gold, silver, or even antique jewelry lying around the house, a pawn shop in the Diamond District may be the right option for you. A store owned by Jordan Tabach-Bank in the Diamond District provides a private suite where you can sit down with the appraiser and get a fair price for your item. A private suite also has refreshments. While you're there, you can see what other customers have pawned recently. Sacramento Pawn Shop Looking for a Sacramento Pawn Shop? Here's a list of Sacramento pawn shops. Choose a category or travel destination to narrow down your search. We're partial data providers, so our results may not be 100% accurate. Still, if you're in the market for a pawn shop, Sacramento is a good choice. There are over 200 in Sacramento, and if you're looking for something specific, you can use our detailed filters to search by keyword or city. Union Pawn Shop If you're looking for a pawn shop near me, look no further. Luxury Pawn Shops carry luxury items from Louis Vuitton to Cartier and Rolex. They also carry watches and jewelry from Gucci and Rolex. The best part is, they're conveniently located close to Union Station! There's no need to spend hours traveling to a different store just to get a few hundred dollars for your luxury items. Bronx The city's pawn shops are experiencing a spike in sales since federal aid dried up two months ago. Winin' Pawn in Bronx is decorated with gold chains, used DVDs, and signs offering cash loans. pawn shop near me Owner Victor Vidal has been running the shop on E. 149th St. for 21 years and said profit has increased 10% since federal aid ended two months ago. Many of his customers are first-time pawnpers trying to avoid traditional safety nets. Diamond District pawn shop When you are in need of cash and don't have the right place to turn, visit a pawn shop in the Diamond District of New York City. There are over 2,600 independent firms located in the Diamond District. Whether you need a loan for your jewelry or need to sell your old items, you can find it at Diamond District Pawn Shop, Inc.. This shop is located on West 47th Street in the Diamond District of New York City. Philadelphia pawn shop When it comes to a great bargain, the Philadelphia pawn shop is an untapped resource. In addition to offering fast cash, these pawn shops offer excellent bargains. Just make sure to pay on time, and keep a few things in mind before heading down to the pawn shop. You can also search for pawn shops in Philadelphia on the internet, as well as read reviews and ratings from customers. In addition to offering a great bargain, pawn shops in Philadelphia are also known for their professional staff that can assist you with buying and selling needs. New York City pawn shop Many people are unaware of the great deals available at a local New York City pawn shop. While these shops can be a great place to get rid of high-ticket items, you should know that they can also be a good source of cash. Pawn shops in New York City offer many different types of merchandise, including jewelry, art, electronics, and more. There are even pawn shop reviews on the internet, so you can get a good idea of whether they're worth it or not.

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[ejolrasss]

today has actually been good im in shock!!!!!

#this girl from school last minute hooked me up w a suit to wear to my uncle's wedding #the belt that goes w the pants doesnt fit me ​and like the blazer's too big but idc im fucking wearing it!! #also one of my 2 bts friends sent me my bday gift early and it was love yourself tear and she sent me a couple stickers w it too 🥺 #one of the stickers was blue hair yoongi and the way i SCREAMED... then i got joon's photocard and i was so happy djfhckdjx i love him sm.. #ALSO my other bts friend who got me the ly new york dvd as an early bday gift told me it's supposed to be delivered tomorrow. im like. #i dont deserve them i love them sm 🥺🥺🥺🥺 #shdhjdjd i needed a good day tbh ive had a shitty week and then tomorrow. tomorrow is the start of 2 weeks of Potential Hell tbh #the road trip to texas w my family for my uncle's wedding will begin #travelling to new places ive never been will be fun!! being w family will absolutely not #and then when we come back in a week my brother will be returning w us. which is. good but #he's only staying for a few days and my mom's gonna be worse than usual once he leaves #oh well that's for me in 2 weeks to worry about!! for today im like so happy hskdjcjdksks

[buckybarnesss]

originally this was to specifically be about lindsay monroe and trauma but it grew into so much more. basically i have feelings and opinions and by god i’m going to share them.

consider it my magnum opus: lindsay monroe, trauma, grief and putting the mess in messer

for ease of reading i’m going to divide this into separate posts because this bad boy is over 7k and pretty picture heavy. so each season will have it’s own post.

this is just for seasons 2-4. i’m unsure if i’m going to cover seasons 5-9 as of yet. i might.

shoutout to @peggysrogers, @macandstella​​, @frostysfrenzy, @iamslvplth and @sneetchestoo for keeping the csi ny love alive, liking my posts and talking about the show with me.

part 2 part 3

part one:  hello, ms. monroe

the csi franchise never shied away from putting it’s characters through the wringer. after all, this was a prime time crime drama. death and trauma are part of the deal and csi ny pulled between 10-14 million viewers during its run. comparatively the og vegas pulled 20 million in its first few years and from seasons 8-15 it had similar numbers as ny. miami also had comparative numbers only edging ny out by a few million in its early seasons. 

combining this with a 77% viewer score on rotten tomatoes and a 6.9 viewer rating on imdb it could be concluded that csi ny was always the quietly performing sister show of the franchise.

csi ny did a lot of character work over it’s nine seasons. sometimes it was successful and sometimes it was messy and sometimes it made me take psychic damage.

the writer's grasp of linear time is questionable at best. characters' ages make no sense and random siblings appear and disappear at a moment’s notice. 

that is a tangent for another time however.

let’s talk about lindsay monroe (and her trauma).

lindsay is one of my favorite characters of all time and that’s a hill i’m willing to die on.

the writers didn’t always acknowledge lindsay’s trauma. surprisingly they did make it fairly consistent throughout the entire series when they did decide to acknowledge it. 

when lindsay was introduced in season 2 they spent a lot of time establishing her character and relationships but also  hinted at her Big Trauma™ and quite early on.

i was honestly surprised by how early it was.

she’s introduced in the 3rd episode of season 2 zoo york and by episode 7 manhattan manhunt they’re already hinting at what happened to her.

she’s irritated that mac sent her back to the lab which she complains is because she’s the new girl and danny counters that he believes mac is trying to protect her from the grizzly scene at the endicott place. lindsay takes offense to this suggestion and says that she's seen a lot worse.

at this particular point in the show it’s left to interpretation as to if mac knew about lindsay’s past before she told him in the lying game. her past is even mentioned in the commentary of the episode on the dvd by anthony zuiker who has this to say about it: 

“she has a whole interesting, dark backstory so although you can’t sniff it out here she definitely has issues with what she just saw.”

there’s a few hints sprinkled here and there through the next few episodes. such as bad beat when she’s listening to the 911 call of a reported gunshot. she’s clearly remembering something that makes her uncomfortable.

it’s really not till we get into the trauma juggernaut that is the back half of season 2 that we get something real meaty. 

her behavior in stealing home regarding the sarah butler case is a whole lotta projection. 

sarah is not only a mirror of herself but she’s also seeing her friends in sarah. their lives like sarah’s were cut short by an act of random violence.

we find out in slight out of hand one of the girls killed was even named sarah but the writers don’t have a good track record with their naming conventions (ie: see the lucy debacle) so i can believe that it was just them pulling a name out of their asses and got lucky with the parallel. or it was deliberate. i’ll be generous and say it was a deliberate call back to the sarah butler case.

i love the scene she has with mac where he tells her that “sometimes bad things happen to good people and we don’t get to know why.”

it’s a recurring theme and maybe even the show’s underlying thesis statement. there’s not always a perfect answer or solution. sometimes you just don’t get to know why. 

this is echoed in flack’s quote from season 7:

“thieves get rich. saints get shot. and god doesn’t always answer your prayers.”

in stealing home lindsay can’t let it go though and it’s the lack of answers that drives her to visit james vackner demanding to know why sarah but james vackner like daniel katums refuses to provide any answers.

this scene is later mirrored in late admissions in season 9 with daniel katums.

the composition of the shots frames lindsay just as imprisoned as either vackner or katums and.in both instances they deny her the closure of knowing why.

the thing about lindsay in season 2 is that she’s a remarkably positive character. she’s eager, enthusiastic, playful and spunky. watching season 2 with the knowledge of her past puts into perspective that despite this terrible thing that happened to her she is still optimistic and positive.

she brought out a softer, funnier side of mac as we see with her really loving to do reconstructions with him as her test subject. she challenged danny to be better. she proved he didn’t know mac as well as he thought he did in stuck on you, that she wouldn’t back down from a challenge in fare game, and watching him grow to care about her well being in all access, stealing home and charge of this post showed a more gentle side to him than previously seen. 

lindsay wouldn’t have worked in season 1. the first season of the show had a more oppressive atmosphere that i don’t think lindsay’s character would’ve worked well within. not saying it couldn’t be done but season 1 was definitely a lot darker both literally and tonally. 

lindsay was a jolt of energy to the show. her arrival coupled with sheldon moving into the field opened up new possibilities and dynamics amongst the team. even more importantly, lindsay was very different from aiden burn. 

she matched the brighter tone of season 2. not just in her sunny disposition but her wardrobe was filled with pastels, floral prints and light colors. 

these are some of my favorites. which is basically all of them. consider this the lindsay monroe fashion hour.

pink striped button up from zoo york.

blue floral printed sweater from corporate warriors.

white button up from youngblood.

the purple sweater from city of the dolls. she also wears this in necrophilia americana.

the green little scoop neck with the white shirt underneath from jamalot and superman.

the cute little white and pink top under this sweater from risk.

this cute sweater from stuck on you.

her blue sweater and top from fare game.

the teal gossamer wrap from cool hunter.

green blouse and white camisole in live and let die.

the green jacket over a white top from charge of this post.

and the pink sweater from charge of this post.

basically lindsay owns a lot of cute sweaters and i covet them all.

i am also of the opinion that there were too many cynical new yorkers on the show in season 1. between danny, flack and aiden it could be a little much. additionally, while danny and aiden’s dynamic was very sibling-like and they worked well together, neither of them brought out anything new or remarkable in the other person. 

lindsay and danny’s dynamic in season 2 brought out something new in danny. especially after season 1 where danny had a very bad, no good, horrible time with the minhas shooting, losing his position on the promotion grid and falling out of mac’s good graces. the trust between them really grew over the course of the season. what started as teasing and good-natured hazing on danny’s part quickly became genuine affection. no one will ever convince me he didn’t have a crush almost on sight and didn’t know how to deal with it hence the whole montana nickname. once they became a couple, he could call her pet names like honey, sweetie and babe thereby no longer needing to hide his affection behind the nickname.

for lindsay’s part, she began to trust him over the course of the season. city of the dolls, risk, stuck on you, fare game and cool hunter do a lot to establish their evolving friendship. this comes to a head in run silent, run deep. she goes to him with the dna results before she even goes to mac which totally had to be a breach in protocol. she’s the one who processes louie messer’s personal items and she’s the one danny was looking to for reassurance when mac was following procedure by placing him on desk duty and taking his badge. 

somewhere along the way over season 2 they’d developed a pretty deep friendship and her support for danny was something he desperately needed. he needed someone who had unquestionable faith in him. it’s not even until this episode that i believe the rift between danny and mac was fully healed so lindsay was really doing the heavy lifting on danny’s emotional state in this season. 

the season even ends with them paired together as a unit in one of the last scenes of charge of this post. lindsay became a part of the team effortlessly and seamlessly.

an aside here: the deleted kiss between them could technically be considered canon since they played it during their wedding montage in season 5. which they were absolutely feral for. It adds a sadder context to love runs cold. no wonder danny was so confused for the first half of season 3. i think it was the right decision to delete it from the episode but it was such a tease to put it in the wedding montage years later

absolutely feral for the production team to do this.

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[hotchley]

i swear i lived

when it’s dark, when he’s scared, when jack won’t stop screaming because he wants his mom and hotch just doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do, when strauss yells at him for screwing up, he thinks of the team and it’s like the world stops moving so quickly.

they ground him.

they remind him of who he is.

aka: memories of hotch the show didn’t give to us

i have not proofread it and it is purely self-indulgent so yeah not all of it make complete sense but it's been a long week and i needed to do something... fun? so now we're here :) 

also, this is an amazing way to celebrate one hundred followers

i’m not completely happy with the ending but we’re going with it

trigger warnings: major character death, implied/referenced child abuse, implied/referenced child sexual abuse

read on ao3!

It’s dark, and he can’t quite remember where he is, but he knows they’re on a case, somewhere in Florida which means it’s definitely worse than usual. Everything else is slightly fuzzy. He’s in a bed, he knows that much, but there’s nobody else around. The thought makes him panic. Why is nobody else here?

It must be late. That’s the only explanation for the darkness. And the only reason why he’s in a bed. But that doesn’t help him work out where everyone else is. He’s pretty sure Garcia said they’d be sharing rooms because she was travelling with them this time.

His t-shirt is stuck to him. He must have been having a nightmare. If he thinks hard enough, he can vaguely remember being hit with something, but the rest of it is a blur. If it was bad enough to wake him up, he’s glad he doesn’t remember it.

But he still doesn’t know where the team are and he can feel his heart start to beat faster and his breathing start to quick but he can’t afford for that to happen right now so he needs to calm down but he can’t because he’s placing so much pressure on himself to do it because it’s important but-

The team.

Think of the team.

When it’s dark, when he’s scared, when Jack won’t stop screaming because he wants his mom and Hotch just doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do, when Strauss yells at him for screwing up, he thinks of the team and it’s like the world stops moving so quickly. They ground him. They remind him of who he is.

And it’s incredibly sentimental, but then, he’s a sentimental person. He likes being nostalgic. He convinced Haley to keep a pirate hat because it was a memory of how they met and fell in love, and it reminds of him of how he would make her laugh. Jack took it in for show and tell.

The teacher had to excuse themselves to wipe away their tears.

He’s getting side-tracked. Thinking of Haley will make him tremble. He needs to breathe. He needs to think of the team.

Inhale for three.

There’s a blazer at the back of his wardrobe. He doesn’t wear it anymore. He would if he could, but he can’t. He holds onto it though. Because shortly after Jack was born, he got sick, like babies do. And Hotch was called in for some last-minute meeting with Strauss and a couple of the other higher-ups. Jack had been sick on his blazer, but he was in such a daze when it happened that it was only when he was rushing to his office did he notice.

Well, Elle noticed. She immediately took it off him and told him to just do his meeting without a blazer. He was a field agent; they couldn’t expect him to always look like the prosecutor he used to be.

She didn’t manage to get the stain out fully, and he can’t wear the blazer because of the extra damage she inflicted, but there was a small grin on her face when she revealed that it was slightly better. He granted her a smile as well. It was one of the few ones she received from him, and it made her feel like she really was part of the team.

They talk, Aaron and Elle. Twice a year. Just before the anniversaries of their attacks. She’s doing better away from the FBI. She has a daughter. Her name is Erin.

Exhale for five.

He had never really watched films as a child. There was too much risk involved, and most of his childhood was spent hiding, so there was never really the chance to go out with his friends to the cinema.

By the time he was old enough, being in a dark room full of strangers caused him to panic more than he relaxed and now, every time he goes out somewhere public, he finds himself profiling every single person because he needs to know that everyone else will be safe.

After the Charlie Chaplin film, there was a noticeable shift in the team dynamic. Morgan seemed to trust Jason again. Emily seemed more comfortable sitting with the girls and gossiping. Reid no longer hid his sleeves as much.

Movie nights became a bit more of a regular occurrence after that. There were days where Hotch would need to leave early because he needed to see Haley, and there were times where Reid would claim that he had already made plans, but on the occasions were they were all present, Hotch never really paid attention to the film.

He would be focused on the team. On how relaxed and happy they looked. Jason would smile at the screen, sighing when the film ended, pleased with all the loose threads being tied up and the characters finally receiving the happy endings they all deserved.

At the last movie night before he left, Gideon handed him a box. It was all the films they’d watched together, in DVD format so Jack would be able to watch them too. Hotch hadn’t really understood why it was being given to him and not one of the others, but he accepted them with a smile.

They’re proudly displayed on the shelves next to the tv, and whenever Jack wants to watch a film with his dad and aunt Jess, he picks one of those over anything else.

It’s working. Just think of the team and inhale.

That weird space of time, after the team accepted Rossi and he understood that things weren’t the same as they once were, but before Haley sent the divorce papers. There were some good memories then.

Like when some new bar had opened and they were doing a karaoke night and because Garcia knew the people, they’d invited her. And she of course, would not go without her favourite people so she had asked the entire team to come. Hotch had almost started crying when she hesitantly knocked on his office door and asked if he would be able to come. He’d never realised how much they loved him. He had always thought they put up with him because they needed to.

But when Garcia asked if he would sing with her because apparently, he was the only one with the right vocal range to do the duet with her, he realised that they did indeed love him. Even Emily was smiling as he allowed himself to be pulled on stage by a grinning Garcia. His voice was rusty- the last time he’d sung had been to Jack, and the boy had no concept of good singing anyways- but the hug she’d given him after, just for getting involved removed all of that shame.

She spent the night at his apartment because by the end of the night, she’d had too much to drink and he had offered to take her home. Morgan was already keeping an arm wrapped around JJ, and Rossi would have his hands full with Emily. Reid had been a caretaker his entire life, so Hotch dropped him home and said he would be fine.

She taught him how to make really good pancakes the next day. The recipe is still stuck to the fridge. Jack won’t eat any other type of pancakes.

And exhale. There were so many moments flooding to his memory now that they were all starting to merge together.

Morgan turning to him, Henry still in his arms. Things had been rocky since New York. Hotch knew Derek trusted him, and Morgan knew Aaron respected him, but they had both needed time to process what they’d said to each other then. Before they could actually make it up to each other, Hotch was lying about his hearing, Reid and Prentiss were getting trapped and Jordan Todd was struggling.

“Come on man,” he said.

“Everyone else is having their turn,” Hotch replied, not sure he wanted to hold someone so fragile and precious.

“Your part of everyone,” Morgan said.

Hotch had smiled and taken Henry from him. To his surprise, Henry had not started crying. Instead, he had wrapped his entire hand around Aaron’s pinkie.

“It feels like Jack was only just this size,” he said.

“You’re smiling,” Morgan whispered, stroking Henry’s cheek. Hotch looked up at him and saw that the rest of the team were conversing with each other, backs turned to the two of them.

“Derek, about New York-”

“I know. You never have to tell me. Now be quiet and let me take a photo of you.”

Hotch had rolled his eyes but allowed Morgan to do it. And if Hotch had asked Garcia to send him the photo of the two of them just smiling at Henry like the horrors they saw each day in that room didn’t exist because he wanted to frame it, well, nobody else was going to know.

Inhale.

After another case went badly- because now Jack was somewhere where Hotch would never see him, his ability to be competent had gone down the drain- Rossi came in, a bottle of alcohol in one hand, shot glasses in the other and Emily trailing behind him, looking uncomfortable as she was still unsure as to whether her presence was even wanted.

Dave left soon after he entered.

The moment Dave turned his back to them, Emily started apologising, saying she knew that was a them thing and she hadn’t wanted to intrude but Rossi had insisted that she go with him. Hotch had silenced her with a look, then proceeded to throw the alcohol away.

“I don’t want to drink,” he said.

She shrugged. “Okay.”

“I don’t want to drink because when Foyet broke into my apartment, the smell of alcohol is the last thing I remember before the gunshot and now every time it’s near me, I want to vomit,” he explained, not really sure what reaction he was looking for.

“I’m taking you home,” she said.

Because she knew he was looking for a fight. He was trying to egg her on, make her say something insulting that he could argue with because he needed to feel something other than pain and helplessness.

She would make him feel something other than that, but it wasn’t going to be anger. She was going to make him feel safe, even if it was only for a night. So instead of taking him back to the apartment- because she refused to call it his home- where Morgan had replaced the bullet and carpet to the best of his ability, but they all knew it was superficial, she took him to her home.

Brushed his hair because she could always tell when he hadn’t done it himself, and she knew he loved the feeling of someone he trusted combing it, so long as they warned him before they went near him.

He fell asleep halfway through, and there were no nightmares.

The blanket she draped over him is at the foot of his bed. It’s the one he wraps around himself when the nightmares stop his eyes from closing. It’s the one Jack wants when he’s feeling sick.

Exhale.

Derek and Spencer came to Jack’s second soccer game. They came to the second because neither Aaron nor Dave wanted to deal with the teasing if Jack’s team did even worse than they had previously done.

When Jack had spotted his two other uncles in the stands, he’d cheered so loudly that the other team had lost the ball and he’d managed to score.

Derek had cheered loudly, Hotch had breathed a sigh of relief and Spencer had politely clapped, his book tucked under one arm.

During their break, Penelope had turned up, homemade and healthy snacks for all the kids in little brown paper bags ready and waiting for them. Hotch had never seen a group of first graders so excited about eating grapes.

They didn’t need to come. But after everything and everyone that had been taken from them over the course of the year, Hotch understood why they had. They needed something good to serve as a reminder that not everything they did was for nothing. That in the world, there were still good and innocent things.

Every single one of them- Derek, Dave, Penelope and Spencer- had smiled when Jack came over, grinning because his team had won, even though they technically did not keep score in his age group.

The moment is seared in his memory because it was the first smile he’d seen since Emily “died.” And that meant more to him than the bag Penelope had specially prepared for Jack (it had his name on it, and a lot of superhero stickers for decoration) because it proved to him that they would heal and move on.

He’s signed the agreement to go to Afghanistan when he got home. The book Spencer had been reading during the game came with him, and now it sits on the shelf in his home, alongside all the other books that had ever been gifted to him.

He’s almost there. Inhale.

Seeing them, all waiting and cheering- Spencer obnoxiously loudly and the girls less enthusiastically than he’d ever seen them- was what forced him to finish the triathlon as opposed to just giving up.

Then Beth had turned up, and he saw the subtle looks of approval on their faces. It was like a weight had been lifted. He loved Beth, and he knew Jack was going to love her too, but the team were fiercely protective of each other. If they didn’t approve, he wasn’t sure what he would do.

But they did. In fact, it was Penelope that convinced her join them all when they said they were going to go and get something to eat.

They had been all sat at one table, slightly squished, but happily stuffing their faces with fries and milkshakes. Hotch had been mildly horrified that Jack knew exactly what to do when Morgan said earmuffs, but he appreciated the thought.

It was when Beth leant over and said that his family was something most people could only ever dream of that he realised how lucky he was. Because she was right. His family was a complete band of misfits, and they all looked like they were dressed for different things, but they were still his family and he wouldn’t trade him for the world.

The image of Haley had come to his mind then, but to his surprise, it hadn’t hurt, and he realised it was because he was happy. He was home. Maybe he had never really left it and it was just about realising, but whatever it was, his face had split into a wide grin and he’d felt tears forming in his eyes as he thanked them all.

For coming to support him.

For loving him, unconditionally, in spite of all his flaws.

For everything they had done.

For all the things he couldn’t say, but so desperately wanted to tell them.

And because they were his family, they had just known. It was written all over their smiles.

He wasn’t saying their family was perfect. Bad things happened.

Derek had been falsely accused of murder, and then had the past he had never wanted anyone to know about brandished everywhere.

Penelope had been shot outside her home, the one place she had a right to feel safe in.

Spencer had momentarily lost his ability to speak, his ability to do the one thing that made him feel happy.

Dave had solved the case that had been haunting him since he retired, and yet there was no justice or closure in the outcome.

Jennifer had been forced to tell parents that their child wasn’t coming home and had to listen as they hurled insults because it was easy to blame her, the image of her son just a thought away.

Emily had been taken from them because the past she had worked so hard to destroy had come back to haunt her, and when she came back, it was to icy glares and distrust.

Yet they’d recovered.

Derek continued to reclaim his body.

Penelope carried on smiling.

Dave never stopped fighting for justice.

Spencer still rambled on, and so long as they weren’t on a case, the others tried to not cut him off.

Jennifer held victims and slept soundly at night, content that she had done her best, and that was all she could do.

Emily opened up to the team, no longer afraid that her past would drown her because she had people to help her stay afloat.

They had all eventually found each other. They had all eventually come home, no matter how long it took or how long they had to fight for.

In fact, he’s about to go home too.

He can hear them. They’re all returning. They’re coming to get him. He can relax now. His breathing returns to normal- maybe even a little bit slower than normal. The team, his family, the people he loves more than anything are here. Which means everything is going to be fine. The world will not be so dark. In fact, he can even see a sliver of light.

“I am so sorry,” the doctor said to the family waiting outside for the dark-haired man. He’d been mumbling to himself. Remembering better times. But then his body had just given up on him. Too much had happened to him for him to keep fighting.

“There was nothing anyone could do. Just know that he wasn’t alone. He was at peace. He was remembering all of you. I promise.”

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I Learned That From You: Three

Clint looked at the eye searing decorations that covered the drug store and sighed. He was inundated with pink, purple, and red. And that only meant one thing. Valentine’s day was coming. 

In another time, he’d have woken up to heart-shaped waffles with meticulously syrup filled dimples. And he’d have opened his lunch box to find heart-shaped sandwiches and a handful of chocolates. And even if he protested and fussed about hating it, in a way, he’d looked forward to it. 

It had made you happy. It was a reason to go out of your way to make a fuss. It wasn’t an obligation to you, it was a joy. 

He wandered the aisles looking for beer and stopped suddenly in front of a display. Teddy bears, tacky teddy bears with big sad eyes that looked like they’d seen some shit and soft faux fur. The girl he’d known would have loved one. Thought they were so ugly they were cute and given it a name like Bert. That thought made him smile a little. He’d brought you a lot of stuffed animals in apology. In a bid to keep things going just a little longer. To keep this newest night out from being the one that made you leave. 

Clint sighed and added one to the cart. Maybe Natasha would like one. At the very least it would probably make her laugh. And that would make him happy. Clint nodded to himself. That was worth it.

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By the time Clint made it back to his room with the case of beer he had left for and the teddy bear he hadn’t wanted, the rest of the tower was down in the commons. It was movie night. Someone’s idea about team bonding. Not a horrible idea, sure. But still a level of hell for Clint. If everyone would just watch the movie, it would be fine. But. No one ever did. There was all this side chatter and loud laughter. 

Too much for him to sort through and try to understand. So. Clint detoured to Natasha’s room and tucked the teddy bear into the door handle before heading to his own room. He’d just have his own movie night. A couple beers and his Animal House DVD. Or something. 

Of course, Clint Already knew he wasn’t really going to watch the movie. He was going to be being a creepy lurker. Looking up things about you… Not. Not invasive things. He just wanted to know that you were safe. And happy. 

He wanted you to have all the happiness that he hadn’t given you. All the things he promised you and didn’t deliver. You’d earned it. More than earned it. And he wasn’t even sure why he was so obsessed with you right now. He’d done his little bi-weekly check-in. A cursory glance to make sure your social media accounts stayed active. And that everything was going okay. But. He just… couldn’t look away. The pictures you posted, the ones of you and your dog, made him feel… something. A warmth he’d not felt since, well. Since before you’d left. When you’d told him that you’d always love him but you had to go. 

Clint looked at the laptop on his desk and sighed. “I really shouldn’t. I should leave her alone.”

But. Like a Siren was calling him, Clint felt himself drawn slowly forward. And, like he had so many times before, he searched. For you. To make sure, he told himself, that no one was going to use your past with him as a way to hurt you, or himself. 

But this time, there was something… new. A dating website profile. It was on a mostly free website, sure. And your profile was pretty basic. There were some photos. Cute photos. Pictures of you hiking. Pictures of you, glasses sliding down your nose as you work on some piece of furniture. Pictures with your dog. 

Basic info he already knew. But… you were looking for dating. Friends. Something long term. And Clint swallowed hard. He wanted… Well. He wanted to reach out but. He knew that if he did, at best you’d ignore him. 

And Clint took a deep breath. There was only one way to really know you were happy, right? He had to talk to you. Really talk to you. 

And before he had a chance to talk himself out of it, he clicked the sign-up button. 

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“I dunno, Rocky,” you sigh. “I don’t think any of these guys are going to be a good fit.”

The dog didn’t bother to even lift his head from his pillow and you smile a little, shaking your head before you look back at your monitor. “Ooo,” you hum, “New message. Let’s see if this one is a hard dick or a flaccid dick.”

But it wasn’t. For once, someone had actually bothered to write a message. And this one… paired with the piercing blue eyes and the strong jaw in the profile picture. Well, you’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t at the very least, perk up a little. 

“Hey,” it read, “I’m not sure why they sent you my way… I’m all the way in New York. But, you’re really beautiful. What are you painting?”

The first message you’d gotten that didn’t start with ASL? Or “You’d look good carrying my baby” Maybe there were a few decent men online after all and they hadn’t all been replaced with porn bots.

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Clint chewed on his lip. It wasn’t, he knew, too late to stop all of this. Delete this account and pretend that he hadn’t done this. 

But. 

When his computer chimed, notifying him that he had a message, he took a deep breath. “I’ll get out before I get too deep,” he promised himself. “I just want to know.”

And, when he opened your reply, his heart was pounding. His heart was pounding, his hands were shaking, and all he could do was smile.

“Idaho here,” you’d started, “So I’m not sure either… But. I think I was painting a dresser drawer? I don’t really remember. You’re very handsome, but why aren’t you smiling in your picture? Too macho? ;)”

“Adult braces ;)” Clint replied, wincing. If Bucky ever found out he’d said that, he was dead. Really dead but… You did like a man with a sense of humor.

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