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eleilinnrallin · 1 year ago

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Thanks for the tag!

It doesn't say what playlist but there's ten questions so I guess I need ten songs? So doin' my Folktale playlist

1. First off, how would you describe yourself in one sentence?

Forever looking homeward, but never going home. - (Across the Seven Realms, Ged Grimes) (I have an interesting relationship to the concept of home)

2. What kind of (Martin) are you?

I am the soft star that shines at night. - (Do Not Stand at my Grave and Weep, Leah) (yeah I got nothing better from this sorry)

3. You’re visiting your favourite spot, what are you thinking about?

And it seems she's been here forever, but these days are the best that she's seen. - (Hanging Tree, Blackmore's Night) (I like old places what can I say)

4. If your life was a movie, what do you think the first review would say about it?

Nameless and searching, the light keeps us warm in need and in danger it guides through the storm as we share in the question, "Will we meet again? To sing by the embers and brace for the end." - (Bonfire (A Rest), Aviators) (Missing people my beloathed)

5. Say you get a book deal, what are you titling your memoir?

Though shadows fall still the stars find their way - (Fear Not This Night, Clamavi de Profundis) (Finding way, stars, those are key imagery things I use/associate with myself)

6. What would you say about your best friends?

Past- Where is the hand on the the harpstring, and the red fire glowing? - (Lament for the Rohirrim, Clamavi de Profundis) (I've had to move a lot and so I don't have contact with some of my best friends anymore)

Present- Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning? Or behold the flowing years, from the sea returning? - (Lament for the Rohirrim, Clamavi de Profundis) (I feel done with change but it will happen, and I can't really... predict who will stay as my best friends? And I want to keep touch but we'll see who that is sustainable with.) (Also sorry this one was just sad in general, it's a sad song)

7. Think back to when you had everything all figured out in high school, what was your life motto as a teenager?

So when you think of me, do so with pride. - (Village Lanterne, Blackmore's Night) (... I was trying so hard in high school not to disappoint my parents, it was rough.)

8. Describe your aesthetic now:

I am the wand'rer; I know of darkness and slaughter. - (The Wanderer, Victoria Carbol) (I mean close enough? I'm not particularly intimidating but when I can dress how I like, it's a lot of black, a lot of damaged, etc.)

9. What’s a lyric they’ll quote in your eulogy?

This is your own battle to win; this is your ship and you are the captain. - (Ship in a Bottle, Fin) (*shrugs* It's cool and I like the implication of fighting death.)

10. And for our final question, say we believe in soulmates, what do you think their first impression of meeting you will be?

(What I hope more than what I think - ) But someone's gotta be the lighthouse, and that someone's gonna be me. - (Little Wanderer, Death Cab for Cutie) (Love is stable for me so *hopefully*)

@gryphonlover, @starsaroundsaturn, @catkin-morgs, @graycedelfin, anyone who wants to join!

thank you @finemorningofremusing for the tag !!

this was actually super fun! if there were more questions i probably could've kept doing it forever lol

interview music tag game!

RULES: put your playlist on shuffle. for each of the 10 interview questions, select a lyric from the random song that comes up. (skip if there aren't any lyrics and make sure to drop the name of the song in the interview answer!) <3

1. first off, how would you describe yourself in one sentence?

I'm an apostrophe, I'm just a symbol to remind you that there's more to see // Whatever It Takes - Imagine Dragon (this song has so many good lyrics in it holy shit)

2. what kind of [leo] are you?

my heart is full of swords // Dear Arkansas Daughter - Lady Lamb

3. you're visiting your favorite spot, what are you thinking about?

times change, yeah, I can't adjust // NO NAME - NF (omg I love his music but it was a bit emo for this lol)

4. if your life was a movie, what do you think the first review would say about it?

salute the dead and lead the fight (hail, hail), who gives a dam if we lose the war? // Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back - My Chemical Romance (ahhh these lyrics were great, i highly recommend listening to this song)

5. say you get a book deal, what are you titling your memoir?

How Could You Leave Us // How Could You Leave Us - NF (again, amazing, a little sad, but we love it, pretty sure i have a Black Brother's fic idea based on this song)

6. what would you say about your best friends?

don't wanna let you down, but i am hell bound // Demons - Imagine Dragons (@ all my besties, ily lil fuckers)

7. think back to when you had everything all figured out in high school, what was your life motto as a teenager?

sometimes the only payoff for having any faith, is when its tested again and again, everyday // Immortals - Fall Out Boy (<333 oh to be delusional again)

8. describe your aesthetic now:

these words are all I have so I'll write them // Dance, Dance - Fall Out Boy (this is actually so true)

9. what's a lyric that they'll quote in your euology?

its believing in yourself when no one else does // HOPE - NF (this song hits so hard)

10. and for our final question, say we believe in soulmates, what do you think their first impression of meeting you will be?

(warsaw) looks at you with earnest grace and says, "the fuck it is we're doing?" // Warsaw - Lovejoy (its true, i have no idea whats going on at any given moment)

Lots of people have been tagged already so if you want to do this, I have tagged you! It's super fun, highly recommend :)

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self-made-cages · 2 years ago

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Tagged by my favorite, @notesonartistry 💕💕

Nicknames: Morg (yes, sounds like the dead people place... RIP me), my sister calls me Bear

Zodiac? Taurus

Height: 5'6''

Last thing I googled: Free printable crosswords

Song stuck in my head: Benjamin Calypso from Joseph

Number of blogs I follow: 152

Amount of sleep I got: About 9 hours. I'm catching up from earlier this week, when I became seemingly allergic to sleep...

Lucky numbers: Don't really have any

Dream job: Author

Currently wearing: my Christmas Tree Farm sweatshirt and leggings

Movies/books that summarize me: Nothing in my life is exciting enough to be fictionalized lol (yet)

Favorite instruments: Piano, cello

Favorite song right now: Maroon

Describe my aesthetic: Preppy, classic, and cozy

Favorite author: Anthony Doerr

Rewatching? Chuck

Favorite animal noise: Quack

Random facts about myself: I like reading, popcorn, and long walks on the beach (and this is my fun fact from my hinge profile bc I'm super vanilla).

Number of followers: I'm averaging 2 new porn bots to block a day

Watching? The local news is on rn bc my dad is waiting for the weather (does he know about the weather app? idk)

Plan to watch: Need to finish Succession. Excited to watch Sex Lives of College Girls. We got HBO on sale on Black Friday, so just exploring everything on there right now.

Tagging: @coldwinecoldshoulder and @ithinkheknowss 🥰🥰

#thanks for tagging me!#tag games

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princessphilly · 3 years ago

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CW: soft smut, mentions of miscarriage, fucked up doctors.

This is definitely it. Sid and Nina’s story is over but you will see them in the other fics of this universe, including a huge part of Plain Jane

Nina stared at the boxes. It was time to pack but at the same time, she couldn’t do it.

They were so excited. A baby so early in their marriage had seemed scary but Sid and Nina were ready. They had picked out colors, a room for a nursery, and had begun to discreetly pick up supplies.

It was nineteen weeks; still early but they were getting ready to announce. Then there was the blood in the toilet three days ago when Nina woke up and went to the bathroom. And now, their first, a girl, was gone.

The doctor was sympathetic, and said it happens a lot. Most pregnancies never make it to birth, she said. But it hurt that their girl was now an angel. Nina sniffled as she packed the pack-and-play back into the box.

“Hey, why are you doing that? You’re supposed to rest!”

Nina looked up, tears in her eyes. Sidney rushed to her, lowering himself to the floor. Gathering his wife in his arms, he soothed, “Pretty girl, we’ll have more.”

“But-but-“

Nina’s tears turned into sobs as she relaxed in her husband’s arms. Her momma had a history of miscarriages: what if that meant that there would never be a child?

As if he could read her mind, Sidney replied, “it doesn’t matter, I love you no matter what.”

Nina was sleeping, finally getting some rest. Matthew was napping on Sidney’s chest, his little boy still red but much calmer.

It hadn’t been an easy birth for Nina. This was their third pregnancy but first child to make it past the 2nd trimester. And Matthew decided to come out three weeks early, November 26 instead of his due date of December 17.

The door opened and Matthew stirred a bit before settling back down. Sidney looked around: his mother was curled into a chair, reading a book while Tracy was scrolling her phone on the couch. The proud grandfathers had gone out to get lunch for everyone.

Walking in, the doctor said, “The nurse said Nina is healing nicely but we will have to do some stitches. Your son is a big boy.”

Sidney gave him a tentative grin. Matthew was 9lbs, 4 oz and 22 inches long. He was on the bigger side. The doctor continued, “When I stitch her, I can give her a husband stitch, if you like.”

“What is that,” Sidney asked, wrinkling his nose.

Trina interjected, “Don’t you dare, Sidney.”

In a soothing voice, the doctor said, “it’s an extra stitch to make your wife as tight as she was before she gave birth.” He winked at Sidney.

Sidney looked at his mother before responding, “No.”

“Are you sure?”

“No,” Nina managed to say, opening her eyes. “I heard about that stitch and I will sue if you do that to me.”

“You heard her.”

Sidney gave the doctor a hard look as he shrugged, preparing to give Nina only the necessary stitches. Passing his boy to his mother, Sidney said, “I’d like a different doctor.”

“What, I’ve been-”

Sidney took out his phone, ready to start making some calls. The doctor left, grumbling under his throat. Nina gave Sidney a grateful smile before dozing off again.

One of the hardest things for Sidney was the fact that it was best for his boy not to grow up in Canada. As a proud Canadian, that rankled him. He wanted Matt to be more Canadian than American. But when a video of 2 year old Matt skating and hitting a puck dead center into the net made major news, Sidney knew he had no choice. He wanted Matt to have more of a childhood than him, to not feel like he had to be the next one.

So, his family spent most of the year in Pittsburgh and summers in Cole Harbour or on different vacations. Sidney knew that his son was still “famous” but Matt was still treated as a kid. With Nina’s extended family, there wasn’t any preferential treatment. His kids were the same as their cousins in Nina’s family, giving his children normalcy Sidney never had as a child.

Sidney raked a hand through his silver hair. As much as he wanted Matt to go his own way, it still freaked him out that his son chose to be a *goalie* out of all positions. He winced as he heard a shot hit the post. Then Matt made a glove save and Sid clapped.

“That’s not the talent I expected but he’s already showing signs of being a better goalie than center, Sid.”

Sidney turned to his longtime mentor and now close friend, Mario. Shrugging, he replied, “I just want him to be happy. He’s happy, I’m happy.”

Sidney smirked. “Plus, Chloe is going to be the best woman’s hockey player ever. She’s 8 and she’s already playing with 10 to 12 year old girls.”

“True,” Mario conceded. “You’ve transitioned from pro to hockey dad.”

“Eh, can’t forget Aja and Morgan. I’m a hockey, figure skating, soccer, and dance dad. Not bad for a fifty year old washed up player.”

“Who’s washed up?”

Sidney grinned as his wife bumped him with her hip. His baby girl was holding Nina’s hand, her hair pulled up into a dancer’s bun. Chloe was right behind her, still clad in her hockey gear, Aja trailing behind with a book in her hands.

“I am,” Sidney drawled.

Chloe piped up, “No you’re not, Daddy! You’re still the best hockey player ever!”

“Yup,” Morgan added while Aja nodded, absorbed in her book.

“No, you’ll be the best hockey player ever, Chlo’,” Aja stated, closing her book. “Daddy will be the best men’s hockey player.”

As Aja firmly nodded, Sidney and Mario laughed.

Nina let out a breath. It was crazy how just one touch from Sidney made her hot, even seventeen years later. His lips were trailing down her neck, one hand cupping her breasts. “Can you be quiet for me, pretty girl?”

“Uh huh,” Nina breathed out. Sidney’s other hand was exploring her folds. She was getting wet but menopause was finally calling so Nina knew they would need some help. Leaning away from Sidney, she pulled out the lube from the drawer.

“Thanks, pretty girl, but I’m more interested in burying my face in your pussy,” Sidney laughed.

Nina replied softly, “No problem. You know my mom just came back from her cruise so the girls will go find her first this morning.”

“Even better. Spread your legs for me, pretty girl. You know what daddy wants.”

Nina let out a giggle that quickly turned into a muffled moan as she felt Sidney’s tongue gently lick through her pussy, his nose nudging her clit the way she liked it. He ate her slowly, bringing Nina close to the edge but never letting her go. Then Sidney stopped, kissing his way up Nina’s body before kissing her, letting Nina taste herself.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, Nina urged, “Please, Sidney,” managing to keep her voice at a whisper. Before he could answer, they heard some girlish giggles and they both paused.

“I locked the door last night,” Sidney whispered into Nina’s ear. Nina giggled then moaned as she felt Sidney’s fingers spread the cool lube over her pussy. Then he entered her, nice and slow.

“Love you, pretty girl,” Sidney whispered as Nina arched against him. She was clenching around his cock; he wanted to go slow and savor it this morning but Nina had different ideas.

Nina whispered, “Love you, too,” her fingernails digging into his back. Then she squeaked as Sidney withdrew, turning her onto her hands and knees.

“Momma, you promised to make breakfast today.”

Nina straggled into the kitchen, her robe wrapped tightly around her body. “Morg, it’s 9:30 in the morning on a Saturday, it’s still morning.”

Chloe piped up, “You’re usually up before us everyday, Momma.”

Nina shared a look with Sidney who squelched a laugh. He had planned to just go one round with his wife but it turned into three to start off the day right.

Sighing, Nina grabbed bowls to prepare waffles. Morgan added, “Mimi made waffle batter already, Momma.”

“Thanks, Mom,” Nina sincerely stated.

Tracey shrugged. “I figured I’d give you a break since I’ve been gone. You know I love my grand girls.”

Matthew yawned as he walked into the kitchen, his hair sticking up all over his head. “Hi,” he sleepily said before going to the fridge and grabbing a bottle of Gatorade.

“It’s too early for energy drinks, Matt,” Sidney chided.

“Sorry, Dad.”

Matthew was about three weeks from turning twelve and the whole teenage era was coming fast. Now, he was sleeping in and staying up late. Nina sighed, it was too early for one of her babies to grow up.

“I would have woken up earlier but these girls had to jump on my bed at 7am, Dad,” Matthew complained. “They said your door was locked. Why do they always have to bother me?”

“Because we love you, Matty,” Aja said with a mischievous smile. “And some girl sent you messages while you were asleep.”

Matthew glared at his little sister. “Girls are ugly. Especially girls like you.”

Sid and Nina shared a look. Sid just had “the talk” with Matthew and they were both happy he still saw girls as ugly, at least for now. Tracey said, “Oh baby, that’s no way to talk to your little sister.”

“I’m sorry, Mimi,” Matthew said, giving his grandmother a kiss. “Momma, can we have blueberry waffles today?”

“Plain waffles,” Nina said firmly. “You can add blueberries, strawberries, or peaches as a fruit topping.”

“No chocolate chips?”

Chloe and Morgan gave their mother their biggest puppy-dog eyes. Nina shook her head. They then give Sidney the same look, saying together, “Daddy, can we have chocolate chips with our waffles?”

Sidney laughed as he picked up two of his girls. “You two already know the answer to that!”

Chloe pouted as Morgan laughed at the silly faces Sidney was making. Sidney added, “It’s Saturday so you know today is ice cream day after dinner. Did anyone feed Maddie?”

Nina giggled as she turned on the grill. At the mention of her name, Maddie, their dog, ran into the kitchen. Pharaoh, their cat, followed Maddie in, stretching before walking around her legs. As her family noisily talked, Nina sighed in happiness. She loved her family, life was perfect.

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scripts4dreamers · 4 years ago

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I literally JUST sat down, pt. 1

Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven

AN: Nuh uh, nope. Not this again. You did not sign up for this. Characters: Spencer Reid, Penelope Garcia, Derek Morgan, Aaron Hotchner, Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi. Pairings: Spencer Reid x reader Spoilers: None Warnings: Mentions of crime and violence, alcohol, eventual NSFW content

Prompt: After watching 7x07 “This episode is so scary man... Imagine just doing your job which is pretty morbid at times but oh well and then suddenly you have to go to this place where there's a lot of tornadoes and you're like well at least I'm inside and safe and then your boss is like "we gotta go right to these tornado places lol" and then you think "well that's scary but at least we have this handy dandy live map showing us exactly in real time where the tornadoes are so we'll be fine and then the internet is like "haha nope have fun dying in a tornado"

- @pirateismywayofspeaking who is a literal genius.

This will be a multichapter piece! So lemme know if you want to be tagged in subsequent chapters.

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Usually, when terrible things happen, people say the same few things: “I never thought it would happen to me! You never think something like this will happen to you until it does!”. You’d never really been that type of person. You were naturally cautious, and an ex FBI agent, you saw danger pretty much everywhere. You’d seen some of the worst things human beings could ever do to one another and, if you’d learned anything at all, it was that bad things happened everywhere and to pretty much everyone. There was nowhere that you could definitively say was safe from violent crime, but this was just ridiculous.

You looked around the ruined bookshop you’d poured the last year of your life into with a kind of detached sadness. Even before you opened the door, you could see the carnage. The shelves were upended, tables flipped, every vase in the building was smashed...except one. You sighed, stepping into the store, your eyes scanning the wreck with a practiced efficiency. No broken windows, the door was still locked when you’d arrived and your security cameras were blacked out, there were no signs of forced entry. If anything that made you more uneasy and, not for the first time since you’d left the bureau, you missed the weight of your gun against your hip. You crinkled your nose against the smell, the copper-iron of fresh blood that you were all too familiar with as you crept through your store.

“Son of a-fuck!” You swore loudly, cursing your luck as you took in the scene.

There was a body laid out in the middle of the Fiction aisle: face covered with a burlap sack, wrists and ankles bound with rope and blood seeping into the carpets you’d just had cleaned. Your training kicked in and you noticed, without meaning to, that the rest of the aisle was untouched. The shelves were upright, books in order, even the vase of white roses you’d put there the night before were all completely the way you’d left them. It was like he’d just completely bypassed the entire section.

Huh.

You looked up at the sky, “Really? Right now? You throw this at me, now? Unbelievable.”

There was a sinking feeling in the pit of your chest, along with a nervousness that you were telling yourself was irritation as you pulled out your phone. It had been a long while since you’d done this, but you still knew the number by heart.

“This is agent Jareau with the Behavioural Analysis Unit.”

“JJ, it’s me,” you said, “you’re not gonna believe this.”

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You sat in the ruins of your store until the cops arrived, wondering who exactly you had murdered in a past life to end up with this kind of luck. You gave your statement without much incident, directing CSU to the body and alerting the detective to the abnormalities you’d spotted.

JJ had promised to get the team on the case as quickly as she could, and you knew JJ tended to get exactly what she wanted in that regard, you just didn’t know how you felt about that. It had been over a year since you’d left the BAU, since you’d done one case too many and just got fed all the way up. It really wasn’t any deeper than that. One day you’d come home and found that you couldn’t sleep. It had all just become too much, so you packed up your stuff, tendered your resignation, and started over.

It had been hard at first, but now you owned a fairly successful bookstore with a little coffee shop where you sold good coffee, and homemade biscuits. And it was nice. You felt good, kinda. You definitely slept better at night. Your life was finally starting to feel normal and now this? A dead body just happens to appear in the center of your bookstore in just weird enough a way to warrant a call to the BAU? No, you’d seen too much to consider this a coincidence. Whether you liked it or not, you were about to get thrown back into your old life head first, the life you’d worked so hard to get some distance from. So why weren’t you more...upset?

“Y/L/N?” A familiar voice called.

“In here,” you answered, your voice raspy from disuse. You cleared your throat and pushed yourself up onto your feet, “I’m in here.” You tried again.

The figures who stepped in were painfully familiar and you couldn’t help the tired smile that slid onto your face, your eyes going directly to the blonde woman walking at the very front.

“Y/N!” She greeted, her voice dripping with relief as she pulled you into a hug, “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, JJ,” you assured her as you broke apart, the rest of your old team filing in behind her.

She eyed you like she wasn’t sure, pressing her lips into a thin line as she looked around the trashed store. Derek Morgan swooped in behind her, giving you a second hug.

“Long time, Y/L/N,” he smiled.

You sighed, “Wish it was under better circumstances, Morgs, but I’m glad you guys are here.”

“Y/L/N,” Aaron Hotchner greeted, giving you a firm handshake.

“Thanks for coming, Hotch, I’m sorry. I didn’t know what else to do.” You admitted.

“No, you made the right call. The BAU has officially taken on the case. Reid, Prentiss and Rossi are coordinating with the local PD from our headquarters, the rest of us are here to help,” he said, pausing and meeting your eye, silently asking the question you’d been waiting all morning for.

“No sign of forced entry,” you started, “the front door was still locked from the outside when I arrived.” You walked him through the crime scene, glass crunching beneath your feet as you went, “It looks like someone sprayed black paint over the security cameras I had installed, everything’s been smashed but there’s no cash missing from the register. In fact, they barely touched the front desk at all.” You explained, “And this,” you gestured at the Fiction aisle, “is where I found the body.”

Morgan stepped forward and, just like that, the team moved like a well oiled machine.

“White male, looks like he’s between the ages of 19 and 27.” Morgan started.

“His wrists and ankles are bound, but it doesn’t look like he struggled against his restraints at all,” you cut in, without meaning to, crouching down beside the body, “it could mean he was tied up postmortem.”

“We’ll have to wait on the M.E’s report to know for sure,” Hotch agreed, “Y/L/N, can I talk to you?” You nodded and let him pull you aside. He glanced over your shoulder and lowered his voice, “I know you’re out and we can do this investigation without you-“

“But?” You probed.

The corners of Hotch’s mouth twitched, like he wanted to smile, “But, I would also welcome your help if you’re willing to give it. The team is still a man down and, something about this scene has me thinking-“

“That whoever did this isn’t finished,” you agreed, sighing as you ran your fingers through your hair.

Everything was so messed up in your head. You just wanted to go back to bed and start this day all over again. Hotch looked at you and you recognized his brand of quiet concern. It was familiar and comforting, and it helped you process your thoughts.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” you frowned, “yeah. Yeah, sure, I’ll come back.” Hotch smiled and you wagged a finger at him, “But just for this one case! After that I’m straight back to my boring normal person life, alright?”

“Of course,” he agreed, something almost mocking in his tone.

“I’m serious, Hotch, just one more case.”

“I’m agreeing with you!” He insisted, already walking back to the rest of the group.

But he wasn’t and, much to your chagrin, you felt the familiar rush of adrenaline as you turned back to the scene of the crime.

“Hotch, Y/L/N,” Morgan called, holding something in his gloved hand, “you’re gonna want to see this.”

“Here we go again,” you sighed.

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Walking back into the BAU had felt like stepping back in time. After you’d gotten everything you could from the crime scene there was nothing to do but brainstorm, but walking through those doors again...well, let’s say you hadn’t been prepared for how it would feel being back. For the most part, everyone had been glad to see you, especially Garcia, but you could tell that there were still some resentments bubbling under the surface. It made sense, the BAU survived by relying on one another, by acting like a family, and you’d left that family.

Still, there was a rhythm to this kind of work, a flow that was almost painfully easy to fall back into. You’d worked together for years after all, bouncing ideas off of one another like it was nothing and that kind of bond didn’t just go away.

“Admit it,” Derek teased, bumping your shoulder with his as you studied the evidence board, “you missed this.”

“I most certainly did not.”

“Oh you so did,” Spencer agreed, leaning against the table next to you and giving you a fond smile, “I’m sorry about the bookstore though, it was the only store in town with a proper selection of classics in their original languages.”

You shrugged, “I’ll get it up and running again soon enough, just as soon as we catch whoever did this.”

“Speaking of our UnSub, what do you think the relevance of him leaving the body in the fiction section is?” Spencer asked.

“Maybe he’s trying to say that this is some kind of fairytale?” Prentiss suggested, “Like he’s trying to draw us into his story?”

“Maybe, but this has gotta be more personal than that, right?” Morgan said, “I mean, this isn’t some body in an alley, it was dumped in an FBI agent’s coffee shop.”

“Ex agent,” you corrected.

“Sure thing, Princess,” Morgan teased.

“Why does everyone keep talking like that?” You asked.

“Because you leaving is ridiculous. You love this job,” He replied simply, “you’ve always loved this job.”

You opened your mouth to respond but, before you could, you heard the clacking of heels against the marble floor.

“Um, guys?” Garcia said, coming into the bullpen with a stormy look on her face, “we just got word from the officer who went to Y/N’s apartment.”

“And?” You asked nervously.

“They found something,”

“Another body?” Prentiss asked.

“No, weirder, a letter and what looks like a smiley face drawn on the wall in blood.” She said, pressing a button to display the new crime scene photos on the big screen.

Your heart froze in your chest.

There it was; a crude smiley face drawn right above your headboard and a crisp white envelope resting against your pillow. He’d made your bed too, some small part of your mind noted. How polite. Instinctively, you crossed your arms over your chest as you were hit with a mixture of panic and disgust.

“Of course,” you sighed, “of course there is. Why wouldn’t there be? It’s been that kind of day.”

“Do we know what the letter says?” Morgan asked.

Garcia nodded, “And it’s a doozy. The letter contains a poem written with letters cut out from magazines and newspapers. It reads:

Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part.

Nay, I have done, you get no more of me;

And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart,

That thus so cleanly I myself can free.

Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows,

And when we meet at any time again,

Be it not seen in either of our brows

That we one jot of former love retain …”

You could feel your friends staring and you tried to keep your face as neutral as possible. Your skin felt like it was on fire, and you could hear the blood pounding in your ears as you thought of a murderer setting foot in your space; him touching your bed, running his hands over the photos on your nightstand, defiling your possessions with his presence. You’d never felt so vulnerable and exposed, and bile rose up in your stomach like your body was physically rejecting the whole thing. Distantly you heard Prentiss and Morgan discussing theories, and you felt one pair of warm brown eyes staring into the side of your head.

Suddenly, you didn’t feel like joking around anymore.

“Sorry,” you muttered, standing up and striding out of the room without looking back, “I need some air.”

You were so angry by the time you made it out into the courtyard that you’d balled your hands into fists and your breath was coming out in short little bursts. Hot tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and your chest felt painfully tight.

“Y/N?” You heard Spencer ask.

You sniffed, wiping your face quickly, “Reid, hi. Sorry, I just-“ you let out a slow breath, “I needed a break.”

He nodded like he understood, tucking his hands into his pockets as he stepped towards you. You wanted to tell him to go away, to head back inside and leave you the hell alone, but the words wouldn’t come.

It had always been like this with Spencer. No matter how hard you tried to be tough and brave and put together, he saw right through you and broke down your defenses. At one point, he’d been the closest thing to family you’d ever had, in fact you thought you might…..

Well, it didn’t matter now. Over the last year things had changed, you’d grown apart. It happened, but the fondness was still there, and the trust, and those damn eyes.

“I get it, Y/N, I can't even imagine what this whole thing must be like for you,” he said, “having your home be violated like that….and the store?” He shook his head, “I know how hard you worked setting that place up.”

Your bottom lip trembled and, for the first time that day, you let yourself feel afraid as tears slipped down your cheeks.

You shook your head, “You know, when I saw the glass all over the floor, and all the books….I just felt tired, like bone tired. I wasn’t scared of that, but now?” You paused, glancing up at Spencer, as a tear slid down your cheek, “He was in my home, Spencer. He made my bed before he left, he wrote me a letter.”

Spencer worked his jaw and hesitantly reached out, touching your shoulder gently.

“We’ll catch him, Y/N/N, we always do.” He promised.

“And until then?” You asked, “Do I just pretend it never happened? Go home and act like it’s all okay?”

“No,” another voice cut in from behind you, “you rely on us. We’ll take care of you,” Morgan explained.

“Yeah,” Garcia agreed, her big blue eyes clinging to yours, “We’ve talked about it already. You’ll take turns staying with each of us a few nights a week and then, on the weekends, we’ll all stay with Rossi to go over the case. And we’ll spend every free moment tracking this son of a bitch down for you.”

Emily nodded and, for the first time since you had opened your store that morning, you felt your chest swell with something a little like hope. You knew the BAU was special, you knew that the bonds you’d formed over the years were damn near unbreakable, but this? This was too much. Seeing your friends rally around you when you needed them most just reminded you how much you loved them, and how much they still loved you. Even now. Spencer gave your shoulder a squeeze and you smiled back at him.

“I really missed you guys,” you said with a watery laugh.

Penelope crooned and threw her arms around your neck, pulling you into a familiarly bone-crushing hug.

“We missed you too, Sugar Plum,” she promised.

“Really?”

“Hell yeah!” Morgan smiled, joining Penelope’s hug.

“You know we did,” Emily agreed, ruffling your hair and pulling herself in close.

Your eyes found Spencer where he was standing just outside of the group hug, both hands in his pockets and a sad smile on his face. You pressed your lips together and, in response, he nodded.

“We missed you,” he said softly and then, as the hug broke up and you allude your way back inside, even softer, “we still do.”

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lorkai · 4 years ago

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🌺 Title: One More Life

🌺 Summary: There is no future without learning the mistakes of the past, but there is also no past without the hope of a better future. And to repair mistakes or to make things better, a child is dragged into a tragic history of coups d'état, deaths and re-concessions.

🌺 Words: 4096

🌺 Notes: Some may remember that I already posted this story here, but I decided to rewrite this chapter. Hope you like it.

🌺 Warnings: Mention of dismemberment, explicit death, gore. Please check the tags for more.

The closed clouds formed strange patterns over the faint sunlight that ended on the horizon, red and orange slowly disappearing, leaving behind a thin trail of snow. And despite the hours, the children ran over the lights of the lanterns that they carried in their small hands, without knowing what was close to happening. Their laughter would be remembered in young Morgana's mind for a long time. Everyone was happy, after all it was the Harvest Festival - affectionately nicknamed the Demon Race by the girl - it was the day when her Lord liked to send his little soldiers to face demons that he summoned to see how much they had evolved with their magic and spells, that always happened at the end of the night.

Morgana did not grow up in a good or happy place, but she had no choice but to follow what her Lord commanded. The organization he worked for was also not a good place if she remembered correctly, there were so many experiments going on, so much pain and cries of help echoing through those walls that would never come out of the young girl's head or anyone who heard them. It was terrifying.

And in the dark of the old empty hut, she sat. Chained at the ankles by a metal pillar. The dark did not frighten her any more than the task entrusted to her, hunting demons, killing them and bringing their hearts to her Lord. Morgana hated that time of year, hated the snow pulling her down and the cold so intense to freeze her bones, and on top of that she hated the magic that came out of her hands and the blood that spread through her fingers afterwards. She hated the throbbing of the organ in her hands and even more that sadistic smile on the face of the man who had taught her so much about magic. But she had no choice, not yet.

"Your folly is amazing, my dear." Said a well-known voice, making Morgana turn around. It took her eyes to get used to seeing something in the immense darkness that surrounded her, but when she finally found him she started to massage her temples in search of momentary relief. It was Toby, a small, transparent ghost who wore bloody rags of clothes that looked from the 1800s. He was, unfortunately, the girl's dead brother, now a ghost bound to accompany her.

"What would you have done?" She replied, showing her hands chained by heavy metal. She didn't want to have to deal with the ghost now.

"I sure as hell wouldn't be pretending to be a good girl, waiting for someone to give me an order. Morg, you must take the chance to escape. They plan to summon a strong demon this time... What was the name again? Diavovo? Dialovo?" Toby yelled, crossing his arms. He floated to the other end of the cell, tossing a thick, old black leather book from hand to hand. And contrary to his angry tone, the ghost seemed calm, stopping beside his sister to hand her the book. "Whatever! You know the Demon Race is the closest thing you have to an opportunity to escape."

"Patience, my dear. I can't rush the sand into the hourglass any more than it can." She said, mysterious. Her fingers traced the pattern of unfamiliar letters and she smiled, feeling the strong magic so familiar that emanated from that Grimoire. The book that belonged to each of her brothers was hers now and she asked that it be useful in her journey. "Can't run away now, brother. This isn't the time. Also, you know what B would say."

"I don't care what that traitor has to say to me! He wasn't there when you or our brothers begged for help, he isn't here now to save you." the ghost grunted grudgingly and crossed his arms over his chest, seeming to adopt a defensive posture. "I insist you use this to escape, there's a very useful spell here. Take a look."

Morgana looked. It was the old book that passed from sibling to sibling in her family, but she never read it and didn't even know her secrets. Its pages were old and fragile, yellowed, she analyzed the strange letters forming strange words – it was an unknown language that was written there, but little by little the words moved and began to form sentences that the girl knew and understood. Spells appeared over the pages and she let out a big sigh this time, one of relief. Toby moved closer to her. "There are some spells you won't understand, Lothos made sure the younger ones wouldn't understand. So I can translate what you don't understand." The ghostly fingers roamed the pages with great nostalgia as he read her the simplest spells, almost overjoyed that she couldn't read in the dark.

And she was looking at him even through the dim light from a lantern, but it pained her to nurture his hopes when she herself knew she might die at any moment. She wasn't going to run away from Cosmos, no, she was going to destroy them inside and save those who could be saved. The emotion she felt at the moment couldn't be explained, she was happy to have him around and hear his voice, but she didn't feel his touch, his heat. Anyway, that moment was almost enough to make her forget what was going to happen within the next few minutes. There was a noise that disconcerted her and made her close the book with a bang, she quickly stuffed it into the pocket of the dress she was wearing. And she waited.

She looked at the figure standing over the wooden door, the light shining over his head as he chuckled softly. Then she noticed that he was shaking the human head of a child much younger than she was, and his red eyes glowed with excitement, watching the blood trickle across the floor of the cell. "He deserved it, he was making so much noise when I whipped him. But I like to think of it as his good luck gift." He threw his head towards the girl, falling to her feet. The child's transparent eyes stared at her, hot blood running in abundance over her legs and onto the floor. A horrendous image. She tried to move away but the chains stopped her.

"Too bad. His voice was so beautiful when he screamed." He commented and removed a cork of keys from his pocket, walking very calmly towards his expressionless pupil. He seemed to root for her to cry, for her to scream so he could punish her, but that didn't happen. He released her from the chains slowly as the blood on his hands smeared her and made her shiver even more, he pulled back far enough so that she could get up and seemed to find the sounds of bones cracking amusing. "Project K is almost perfected, so no failures will be tolerated. Stay still."

Morgana pressed one hand against the other, bracing herself. He handed her a red pill and watched as she swallowed without question. The burning sensation that engulfed her body was almost unbearable, causing her to fall to her knees and bring her hand to her throat. And anger filled her as her lord laughed to the point of being in tears. The pill he handed her must have been an improved version of the drug they were creating, she felt like she was being ripped from the inside out and blood leaked from her mouth as her vision glowed. Everything about her body ached, Toby and His lord went out and into focus. His voices mingled in her head as she vomited more blood.

"There, there." Her lord pulled her to her feet, using a spell to stop the bleeding. He patted her head lovingly as he smiled and she leaned closer to the contact, albeit involuntarily. His gestures didn't match what he was saying at all, but it took her a few more moments to process that. "It's going to be alright honey so don't let us down. I know you can do it, now go." He gently guided her out of the hut and closed the door slowly. A barrier was erected as soon as the girl was thrown out, to protect him. And she heard him laugh. Maybe he imagined all the bodies he would have on his worktable in the morning. Perhaps he had imagined a morbid joke. She didn't want to know.

"Are you okay?" Toby questioned. "Do you feel pain anywhere?"

"I am fine, brother." She analyzed the landscape around them. Shady trees, whose roots were hidden by snow, rose so high that their leaves and branches almost completely obscured the dim moonlight. This was a perfect place for demons to come to hide waiting for a meal, a subtle black trail of sulfur could be discerned through the tree branches. The smell also did not hide that there were demons there. She looked up at her brother, stifling a moan of pain as she smiled so as not to worry him. "Where are we going?"

"Demons everywhere. Three of them are northwest, seventy meters and they're strong. But there are two weaker ones you can kill easily, ten meters away. This way." Toby pointed, starting to follow a narrow path between some crooked trees, destroyed by the force of some demon. He heard Morgana walking behind him and her teeth gnashed so hard that he felt sorry for her, he couldn't feel the cold or heat anymore due to his condition, but he remembered now that she wasn't so lucky. The fine clothes she wore couldn't protect her from the incessant cold, that was a punishment and even she knew it. She had failed in her last mission, so it made sense to let her suffer her own luck. He knew she wouldn't survive like this and they had little time for it. Unfortunately she couldn't use any fire-based spells either because the scent would alert the demons.

Toby stopped his sister with a wave of his hand, gesturing to the pockets of her dress. "I almost forgot, but there's a spell in the Grimoire you can use to keep yourself warm. Let me show you."

"You know the cold can't kill me, even if it hurts" She warned him, giving a half laugh that was followed by several sneezes. Toby frowned as if he didn't quite believe his sister, signaling to himself as if he was setting an example. "Right, but that won't happen, brother."

"Enough stubbornness and give me the Grimoire. We have to be quick." Morgana let out a huff of indignation as she pulled the book out of her pockets and opened it, after glancing from side to side to make sure no one else was there. She created a sphere of light and illuminated the pages while a short wave of wind caused by the ghost opened the right page. He whispered the spell to her once, twice. Then she chanted it aloud and felt something warm run through her body, strengthening her. "Back to the subject... Use the Grimoire." He muttered looking directly at the book in her hands, with puppy eyes.

Morgana was preparing to give him an answer not as kind and patient as the others, but she was silent. She hid behind a tree when she heard a thin scream very close by. It had started. Really started. Limb by limb and the sound of flesh being ripped off was heard through the forest loud and clear, she covered her mouth with her hand so that no sound escaped her and signaled for the ghost to see what was happening.

"Looks like we found them, yay." Toby muttered grudgingly, his fingers making hollow sounds against the trees he touched. The feeling of running or fighting was never higher than when he approached some supernatural being, not that the ghost had seen more than other ghosts and lost souls, but he knew a thing or two. Finally he went to his sister, almost exasperated. "If you insist on following your role, the audience awaits your show, little star. They say they want to see his heart."

"If you insist." The girl whispered something in a low tone with her hands clasped together as if to pray and from the center of her hands flaming chains ripped the skin until they huddled together, moving of their own accord. Morgana was smiling. And she moved faster than Toby's eyes could see, like furious lightning. Toby ran to accompany her, without worry. He had seen a lot of that happen over the years. And it came as no surprise to him when he saw Morgana manipulating the chains and lifting the demon's body by one, two, three, four meters from the ground, hearing him scream when his arms and legs were broken, twisted at odd angles. Bones exposed on his skin. Black blood trickled over the snow as he screamed profanities.

"I really didn't want to do this." A deep, husky voice came from the girl's lips as she laughed, enjoying the smell of burning flesh. The chains slowly burned the entire demon's body, to the point that she would have ripped his heart out of his chest before he died. "But the grains of sand can only fall into the hourglass when it is time for them to fall."

"You are the disgusting witch that everyone talks about!" The demon screamed, blood dripping from his mouth. He struggled against the chains, but the more he struggled and screamed, the more the chains tightened.

"The only one but I think you don't like me that much, too bad." Morgana made a single movement that threw the demon on the ground and she approached him, pulling a red blade from her pocket that she would use to kill him. The demon tried to fight the chains, struggling, forcing its wings to work to get him out of there. But the girl kicked him in the face and commanded the chains to hold him more tightly. Toby flinched when he heard the sound of more bones being broken. "You had to be a low level one, it smells like sulfur. Shame on you, someone of your level would never be able to kill me." And then she sank the blade into the demon's chest. More blood flowed as she stabbed again and again, feeling it tremble beneath her small body, laughing when she saw life abandon the weak entity.

Toby yelled after her that he was dead, but she only stopped stabbing him when he was reduced to an unrecognizable mass of flesh. The white dress she wore was black, filled with demonic blood. She looked down at her hands with something akin to curiosity, then she looked down at the body and for a moment she couldn't make out anything that had happened there. "Fuck, this shit is scary every time. Morg, you...?"

"I'm fine, silly." She returned the chains back into her hands as she grunted in pain, the next moment her palms were intact as if they had never been injured. She got up quickly, muttering aggressively that she would have to find another demon now that she couldn't take the one she'd just killed, so she stepped away from the dead body and looked around. The sun wasn't even close to rising yet and she had plenty of time, but she also knew that failing couldn't be an option. Not this time. She has seen what happened to those who failed and it was something much worse than what happened to that demon at her feet. There were so many limbs and guts out of a body while her lord was using poisons and having fun, she didn't even need an anatomy book to tell the difference between a lung and a tibia. She wouldn't be next - between failing here and being next, she could freeze to death.

"You went into a trance again." Toby sighed, if he was alive he would probably be shaking. "Are you wondering about your next target?" Morgana nodded.

"Far away. About forty meters. But they are powerful." Toby tried to concentrate to find out something else, but he didn't have much to feel. They were powerful entities without a doubt, if they were strong to face the girl or not he did not know and did not want to know, he wanted her to run away. But there was only a little he could force her to do. The ghost watched as she seemed to consider whether she was going after them or not, but stopped walking before she could state her thoughts. There was a dismembered body in front of them. The head was tied to a tree as if it were a sinister pinata, a wide smile from cheek to cheek still frozen on the face. Blood dripping still. It was recent. She gasped and tried to walk away, but she felt something hot and hard on her feet that made her stop. Something that the faint light of the moon illuminated very well, she stepped on top of the corpse's guts.

"All this for what, I wonder sometimes. So many dead children, so many tormented spirits. If the fate had been different they could have been happy away from this misery." Toby whispered so quietly that even a breeze made more noise. He tried to pull her away, despite being cruelly reminded that he couldn't touch her. He was just a lost voice over others inside his own sister's head, so he did what he could. He caught her eye and pointed to a safe place.

"Because they are all too cowardly to fight for what they want, so they train us and use us," Morgana shivered with rage when tears came to her eyes, her fist closed on the blade that was just used in the poor devil's murder. "We are weapons in a war that we do not even know when it will happen. But it will be all right because I will destroy Cosmos and free all who still live, even if I die trying, I will drag those motherfuckers to hell with me!"

"Oh, now you're talking like yourself, good little girl." She felt the speck of happiness in the ghost's voice, even with all the sarcasm he dripped from each syllable. "Morgana, the girl who wanted to save the witches. Sounds like a good title for a biography." Toby continued to tease.

"I won't save them, wizards, humans, they both always think they're above everyone else. I'm just going to free them and then go home. Or what's left of our house. They can handle their problems on their own." Morgana sighed, crouching for a moment in the mud to undo an exploding trap. She eyed the device curiously before standing up and following the ghost further into the forest. The trees gave way to a brighter place, a snowy field opened up for them. A frozen river was mere steps ahead, their reflection was reflected under the stars and moon. There, the girl almost looked livid. A confirmation that her dead brother really was by her side - not that she didn't know it, but she thought she was crazy after everything she'd been through there.

"What are you going to do?" Toby asked, floating around her. She shrugged with a cynical laugh.

"I have all the information to destroy them, but I need time and resources," She explained taking a big breath to try to warm up, but she failed and she shivered. "We will complete this ridiculous task and we will go back to the base."

"Or you can open a..." Toby tried to dissuade her like an annoying good brother, but he stopped in mid-sentence and turned with confusion hovering over his face. And for the first time he was serious. If he could go pale with fear, he would surely be now. Although he was tired of running around, protecting the girl, he knew that every year was the same thing. But as he said hours earlier, her lord had summoned stronger demons this year. And the ghost felt three of them behind them at that moment. The same ones he didn't know if his sister would be able to defeat.

He pointed out to Morgana that she should start walking slowly and quietly to get as far away from the hiding demons as possible. Stumbling and almost slipping, Toby pushed his human and hoped that no one would appear. To his displeasure, Morgana started sneezing and coughing up blood again, he felt her magic get out of control and he cursed himself for letting her drink that strange pill the old man had given her. A lot of things could go wrong, but he really hoped nothing would happen now. The bushes moved and branches broke, and when Toby looked around there were three demons staring at Morgana with a desire to take her soul. The young girl was on the verge of a breakdown and he knew that her magic would be as unstable as every other time that she drank that pill.

"Can i do this?" He heard his sister swear in pain. "Do it, brother."

He looked at her before taking possession of her body as he had already done before. The cold she felt, he felt. The feelings and thoughts she had were his now. And with that, he moved his hands very quickly when he realized that the demons were approaching and surrounding them quickly. A great barrier separated them and prevented them from attacking it. It was weak and so he started running while he still had time, looking for a place he could use to keep his sister's body warm and safe until he thought of something.

"Bloody hell, what a shit situation, Morg!" Toby grunted, but now in a hoarse and dragged tone. He did not know how long he looked for shelter or how much time he spent running, but he knew that the presences were approaching again and this time much more aggressive. He heard the murmurs of disdain and sarcasm, and he feared for his sister's life. He saw the horns slowly came out of their heads, small and sharp, twisted to the sides and long black wings with emaciated feathers punctuating out of their backs.

'We are going to die!', Toby thought, no longer able to continue. 'This is all B's fault!'

"Look, Apoliom, Belial! Such a brilliant soul. Will you want to?" One of the demons commented to his friends in a tone of immense mockery, lifting the girl by her white hair and smiling when she struggled to get out of his grip. Unsuccessfully. Toby tried to use the chains, but the most that came out of the palms of Morgana's hands was smoke. And it made the demons laugh hysterically.

"If you're going to eat her soul, do it soon. We have to go back sooner or we are going to have problems." Apoliom murmured with great disinterest in the situation, but he wanted to know how someone so young had a soul as brilliant as those. "We're already full." Belial shrugged. "Hurry up!"

The demon's face seemed to melt like candle wax, revealing a hideous face of muscle, and his eyes went the blackest shade Toby had ever seen. He leaned forward, encouraged by the other two friends who had already satisfied their hunger, he opened his mouth ready to suck Morgana's soul, and if Toby still had one, his too.

But a very bright light suddenly blinded all the demons. It was hot. Intense. Angry and calm in the same proportion. There were screams of pain and curses thrown at random, but the light just kept expanding and expanding. And a flood of warm feelings went through the ghost's chest and he knew that this sensation reached Morgana somewhere in her tired mind, he felt that she fell into a deep sleep, warmed by that light. Her body finally fell, but not in the snow. In a pair of firm and gentle arms that lifted the small body. The demons were forgotten, expelled, although not even Toby was able to remain lucid for a long time, visibly affected by using possession for so long.

"The only survivor, we are going to take her with us, Barbatos."

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kaitycole · 5 years ago

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A Year After - Morgan

Summary: What happens in the 365 days since Morgan left Sweetridge for her dream job in Boston.

Word Count: 2510

Pairing: Morgan (F) x Sawyer (past tense) Morgan x ???

Rating: PG-13, there’s smut but it’s pretty tamed

Tag List: @desiree---1986 @kacie-0156 @shakespeareanwannabe

A/N: This is the first out of two parts for this. The second piece will be Sawyer’s year after Morgan leaves Sweetridge.

P.S. This is prior to me reading Book Two as well as a modified ending to Book One.

“I….”

“Seriously? Did everything that’s happened the last few weeks mean so little to you?”

“No! Sawyer, I couldn’t say goodbye because the last few weeks have meant everything to me! All last night, I kept trying to find the right moment to tell you, but every time…I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.”

Sawyer shakes his head repeatedly, “I just don’t believe it. You could’ve said something when we snuck off, before we…we…”

He doesn’t finish his statement, he just turns away from her, hopping back up on his horse.

“Sawyer…”

“Hope that job gives you everything you want, Morgan.”

She watches as he taps the horse’s side, causing his horse to start walking back up to the ranch. Getting back in the car, she looks back at the Oakley’s, Cliff patting his son’s shoulder as he walks into the house.

I’m doing the right thing, right? This is what I’ve been working towards for years.

“Alright Spike, let’s go.” She looks over to at the cactus, but for some reason she gets the feeling that if it could, it would give her a disapproving look.

Fall

Morgan has settled into a quick-paced and comfortable routine at The Weekly. Spending those few weeks in Montana really helped her grow and she’s a force to be reckoned with now. Well, more of a force.

“Morgan, we’re heading out for drinks, wanna join us?” Adam asks her. Every other Friday night, Adam, Lucy and Dan all go out to blow off some steam and each time, she’s told them no.

When she first got to Boston, her heart was still broken over how her and Sawyer left things. She didn’t want to go out when she could just bury herself in work to feel better.

“C’mon, we know you already have your article written and submitted. It’ll be fun, I swear!”

Lucy was right, technically Morgan had her article finished yesterday and she was already starting the research on her next one. Plus, it wasn’t like she had anyone waiting on her back home, Spike pretty much took care of himself. She looks at her phone, one more time, seeing zero notifications before shrugging.

“Okay, I’m in!”

The group of co-workers cheer as Morgan grabs her coat and they all pile out into the chilly Boston streets and head to the bar.

“Wait, you met a real-life cowboy?”

“Yup,” she tosses back another shot. Morgan hardly drank, but since leaving Sweetridge, it became a more frequent habit.

“And you left his sexy self behind!” Dan practically shrieks and dramatically fans himself.

Lucy rolls her eyes, “Okay drama queen, chill.”

Morgan gives the group a straight smile, “Sexy or not, this was and is my dream job. I couldn’t pass that up. Even for a rodeo riding’ cowboy.”

“He could ride –”

“Do NOT finish that sentence, Dan.” Lucy cuts him off, causing the whole group to bursts into laughter.

Winter

“I’m pleased to announce that the promotion is going to Morgan Garrity.”

The office erupts into cheers as Morgan turns bright red. At the end of the day, her friends have thrown together a small celebration.

“There she is! Ms. Fancy pants!” Adam hoots as she walks in, smiling.

“Aww. Guys! You’re the best!” She hugs each of them before picking up a flute of champagne, sipping it.

“The best deserves the best,” Lucy winks.

“So, how are we going to finish out the night? Should we go to Whisky Saigon or Tunnel?” Dan suggests.

“We always go to Tunnel, why not try out Royale?” Lucy retorts.

“It’s Morgan’s night.” Adam turns to her, “What do you want to do?”

“Oh uhm,” she looks at the clock, “I was planning on going home and watching Smalltown, USA.”

“The show that documents a small unknown town in America? Why would you…ohhhhh!” Dan gives her a knowing look.

Her face burns red, “I don’t know what that look is for.”

“Mr. Sexy cowboy’s town’s on tonight, is it!?” Dan jumps up and down, “Change of plans, TV premiere at Morgan’s!”

“Yes! We can get box wine and popcorn on the way! Let’s go!” Lucy says as they all begin to pile out of the office and into the parking lot.

“Is it too much to ask for a night in alone?” She says with a snort.

“We could break in your new desk if you want,” Adam winks, pulling Morgan closer to him before his lips meet hers. She lets herself melt into him, this was a new fling. Her first fling since Sawyer, well, was that a fling? Whatever it was, she knew she couldn’t harbor those feelings forever.

“Dan and Lucy could walk in. Let’s go.” She grabs her coat and scarf before pulling him along.

About an hour later, the four are sitting in Morgan’s apartment; Lucy and Morgan are both curled up on the couch while Adam sits in the chair next to Morgan and Dan is sitting on the floor in front of the girls.

Morgan feels her stomach flop as the intro music begins to play, regretting her idea of not only watching it with friends, but in general. She turns to Adam who brushes his fingers against her knuckles causing her to blush.

“On this episode of Smalltown, USA we’re are going to Big Sky Country. That’s right we will be in Montana, a little town known as Sweetridge.”

“Whoooo!” Dan chants, clearly having a good time.

The episode shows footage of the small town, capturing iconic shots of Asha’s general store along with both the Mendoza’s and Oakley’s ranches.

It’s so beautiful!” Lucy squeals, staring at the breath-taking scenery.

Morgan sucks in a quick breath and feels her body completely freezes when she sees him. At first, it’s from behind, but his black hat is a dead giveaway. He’s on Dolly, he’s rounding up the cows as the cameraman zooms in, his face plasters the TV screen. There he was. Sawyer Oakley. Spanning out across her 55” flat screen.

“Pinch me! I must be dreaming. He is smokin’!” Dan says causing Lucy to pantomime fanning him. He looks over at Morgan who is still frozen.

“No way, Morgs.” She turns to him, “That’s him, isn’t it? That’s Mr. Sexy Cowboy!” Dan doesn’t need her to answer, he can tell by her reaction alone.

“Uhm…yeah…that’s him.” She turns back to the screen before sneaking a side glance at Adam who isn’t too pleased with the revelation.

The episode continues along with Dan’s crude cowboy puns. Morgan sees each of her friends, realizing just how much she’s been missing them. She feels her cheeks turn bright red when the camera then pans over to Sawyer. A shirtless Sawyer carrying a crate of what she assumed was Mendoza bourbon. She feels jealous rage when she watches Juliette wrap her hands around his upper arm.

“I’m sorry Morgs, but I’m totes judging you for leaving. If that was me, you wouldn’t be able to pry me out of his arms. Look at those muscles. My gawd!” Dan exclaims.

“It’s getting late, I’m going to head home.” Adam doesn’t wait for goodbyes before walking right out of her apartment.

“What’s up with him?” Lucy says.

“I’ll go check, be right back,” Morgan steps over Dan and rushes out of the door, catching Adam at the elevator.

“Adam. What was that about?”

“I figured I was a rebound, but you could’ve told me that we looked alike.” He shakes his head, “That why you picked me? Easier for you to think of him?”

“Adam, stop. That’s not true at all.”

“You’re not even over him, are you? I saw your face.” The elevator dings and opens as he steps in, “You need to figure out what you want.”

* *

It wasn’t until everyone had left that night and she was lying in bed, did reality finally hit her. Everything that she’d been trying to shove down, immediately came up when she saw him. She starts sobbing, clinging to her pillow as if it was him.

She knew Adam was right. She wasn’t over Sawyer. And she’d be lying if she said she never saw the resemblance between the two of them.

I can’t just go back, can I? Just show up and ask for my job back? For him back? My friends back?

Spring

She wakes up before he does, allowing herself to get lost in her thoughts before her day begins. Looking over at him, she feels her heart heavy, the sinking feeling that she’s tried to push down just fills her entirely. It’s been months since she left, just a few shy of a year, but she couldn’t understand why things still lingered.

Cause when I'm with him

I am thinking of you Thinking of you

“Well good morning,” he props himself up on one arm before pulling her down to him. He pulls her into a deep kiss while pushing himself on top of her. His lips slowly trail down her neck. She knew it was Adam. Kissing her, holding her, causing pleasure to ripple through her. But that didn’t stop her from letting herself imagine that it was the man who still had her heart.

He kissed my lips

I taste your mouth

He pulled me in

I was disgusted with myself

He lets out a soft groan in response to her moaning, his hands explore her bare skin as he pushes himself into her. She buries her face in the curve of his neck, gently biting down to conceal a scream.

It’s not long before she’s ready to stop fighting and let the pleasure wash over her. She can feel him getting close before moaning out his name.

“Sawyer…”

“Nice. Really nice Morgan,” Adam grumbles as he snatches his clothes off of the floor.

“A…Adam, I’m so sorry!” She tries to get him to stop, but he’s already half-dressed and looking for his keys.

“I don’t know why I did that.” He finally stops and looks at her.

“You aren’t over him. I told you to figure it out. I’m done.”

She sinks back onto the bed before she hears him slam the door behind him. She knew he was right, she couldn’t keep pushing it down.

* *

The last couple days at work were awkward and full of tension. Not only was Adam not speaking to her, Lucy and Dan weren’t exactly fans of her. When everything went down with Adam, he of course called up Dan to talk it out who then called Lucy. Let’s just say they weren’t too thrilled to learn about the short affair or her lingering feelings for Sawyer secondhand.

Not to mention the fact all of her inner conflicts were starting to come through into her work. She had been called into her boss’ office twice already over sources not being fully vetted as well as missing deadlines.

This went from being her dream job to just being a job. A place where for nine plus hours a day, she felt suffocated. Truly longing for the freedom Montana gave her all those months ago.

It was another silent day, Lucy and Dan gave a small wave and smile, but that’s all she got from them nowadays. It didn’t help that a lot of that was her fault. They had tried several times to get her to go out with them, sometimes with Adam, but most times without him, but she kept them at a distance.

She’s flipping through her photographs when she finds the one of everyone from their hike.

“I quit.” She announces.

“What did she just say?” Lucy asks Dan who just shrugs.

Her boss comes walking out of his office and she runs up to him, “I quit.”

“What?”

“I gotta get out of here. I quit.” She quickly shoves the few things on her desk that she wants to keep before practically running out the door.

“Go get that cowboy!” Dan yells behind her.

Summer

“I know what you’re thinking,” she looks over at the cactus sitting in her passenger’s seat, “I should’ve taken a plane this time. Or maybe called someone as a heads up. But I couldn’t let anyone stop me. I had to do this, Spike.”

The cactus sits there, silently, because it’s a cactus.

“You know, I think this is where we broke down last time.” Morgan looks around trying to see if she’s getting any closer.

Suddenly, she slams on her breaks, veering to the side to dodge a stray pair of cows walking in the road.

“MoOoOooO!!” The cow appears angry.

Catching her breath, Morgan fans herself; the commotion caused her to break out in a thin layer of sweat.

“Bessie!” She hears a familiar voice shout at the cow, who is now eating grass in the field across from where she came from.

A smile plasters on her face when she sees Dallas and Curly rushing over her way. Without hesitation, she jumps out of her car and waits. Curly notices her first.

“No way! I knew you’d come back!” His delighted squeals cause Dallas to look her way.

He doesn’t say anything and she can’t get a good read on him either. Before she could tell by a subtle smirk but he was reading blank.

“What brings you back!?! How’s your job? We have so much to catch up on!”

The pair watches as Dallas ropes Bessie and begins walking her back, still not saying anything to Morgan.

“Guess I deserve the silent treatment.”

“He’s always a grouch. Put’s Oscar to shame. Now come on, let’s go see everyone!”

She puts on a brave face, refusing to let herself look like the basket of nerves she is. This was it, the moment to know if she’d made a huge mistake or if this was the beginning of a great adventure.

“Ready?? Curly exclaims as they come up on the group.

Before she can answer, she sees Sayer helping a woman off a horse. A really beautiful blonde woman off a horse. She feels her chest constrict as he places his hand on her lower back, as that woman flashes him a flirtatious smile and as his cheeks turn red.

He says something to her, she tosses her head backwards with a laugh. Morgan watches as the woman playfully touches his arm and lets it linger.

Curly and her are close enough to hear them, but not to where Sawyer can see her.

“Same time tomorrow, Cowboy?”

“Same time tomorrow,” he tips his hat towards the unknown woman before she walks right passed Morgan.

Morgan feels her mouth dry. She knew she couldn’t be upset that he had moved on, it had been a year, but she couldn’t help but have hoped he would still be there when she came back.

Shaking her head, she stops walking, “I…I can’t, Curly. I shouldn’t have come.” Turning around, she takes off back towards her car.

“Morgan, wait!” Curly calls back.

Sawyer’s head snaps in their direction, “Morgan?”

#pixelberry #choices #choices fanfiction #big sky country #choices bsc #morgan x sawyer

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amplexadversary · 18 days ago

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Okay, I think I'm going to be keeping the glass jars from any and all candles that have a good-sealing lid to them because they are shaping up to be excellent containers for transporting and washing specimens in.

#Morg's Dead Things Tag #so if you have too big a container for your specimen it becomes easy to lose stuff but if the container is too small it can spill #but a lid lets me use a container I can store and move easily #also probably helps insulate it a bit but I doubt it does so enough to save me having to change the water as often #and I'm not going to get yelled out by anyone less interested in skeletons if I use a glass jar to bring specimens in and out of the house #I should buy parafilm in case I want to seal something else #that and a graduated cylinder #and a pack of droppers #and a stirring rod and chemistry spatulas I am sick of having to use disposable spoons and skewers #and more butterfly pins. I'm running low

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defencelesslou · 6 years ago

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the year 2037

Summary: Just read it :) (includes an aged up morgan stark, 18, i wrote it so she was born in 2019 because to me that just makes sense, also steves dead sorry, he an old old old man, aNYWAY HAVE FUN KIDDOS)

Word Count: a little over 2k?

Tags: @2girlsofpallettown @what-the-hell-mate @zooniah @starkslovebot @spidermansmj14 @tomholland-mcu @trustfundparker @dorkerooni @captainfabulous1 @keylla-dunspeh @avatar-astrid @gabiatthedisco @firewhiskey-and-butterbeer (strike through means I was unable to tag you)

(I apologize if the read more button does not work and I apologize that this fic is absolute trash I tried my best but I’m the worst writer. But I hope you all enjoy anyway).

It’s the year 2037.

It’s been 14 years since Tony Stark sacrificed himself to save the universe from Thanos.

It’s been 14 years of living in a world without Tony Stark/Iron Man.

It’s been 14 years since Pepper Potts-Stark lost her husband.

It’s been 14 years since James Rhodes and Happy Hogan lost their best friend.

It’s been 14 years since Peter Parker lost his third father figure.

It’s been 14 years since Morgan Stark lost her father.

And today was Morgan’s 18th birthday.

“Morgan the guests are coming soon!” Pepper yells from the kitchen where she was preparing all the food for the small gathering she had arranged for Morgan. “I’ll be down in a minute!” Morgan yells back as she slips on her shoes and looks at herself in her full-length mirror. She stares at a picture of her father which she taped onto her mirror and softly smiles.

“I’m 18 now dad..” She whispers to herself as she sighs. She wipes the lone tear that streaked down her face as she breathes out shakily. It was hard. It was hard knowing she had the best dad in the world yet had very few memories of him. But that’s life. People lose their dads. That’s life. Morgan smiles as she remembers a memory from when she was 13, Harley visiting her and her mum and telling her about the time Tony had told Harley that dad’s leave and that’s life. That’s life.

Morgan shakes her hands and opens her door walking out to go downstairs. Right as she gets to the bottom of the steps there’s a knock on the door. She runs to answer it and open’s the door to see her Uncle Clint and his family.

“Happy birthday beautiful!” Aunt Laura exclaims as she leans in for a hug. Morgan gladly accepts the hug as she closes her eyes. She hugs her Uncle and his kids one by one as she welcomes them inside. “Mums in the kitchen but feel free to go out back,” She says to them with a smile as she gratefully grabs their gift from them.

Once all of the guests had arrived they all mingle with each other greeting Morgan with smiles, hugs and cheek kisses. She sits next to Peter on the jetty as he has an arm around her shoulder, her head resting against his shoulder.

After their dad died they had gotten significantly closer, relying on each other constantly. They had an unbreakable brotherly sister love. It was beautiful.

“Peter?” Morgan asks softly, moving her head away from his shoulder as she looks up at him, he sends her a small smile.

“What is it Morgs?” He questions looking down at her. Morgan looks out at the river, looking down she sees a lone, wilted flower floating. “Do you miss him?” She asks looking back up at him. He tightens his arm around her as she asks that, stifling his breath.

“I always do,” He whispers to her, she hums leaning her head back on his shoulder.

“I always wondered what it would be like to see him again, even just for a second.” She says playing with her fingers.

Peter’s head snaps to her as she says that, knowing in his mind that there is a way for that, it’s all up to if they’re allowed to. Because he would give anything to see him again, anything.

Before he can reply, Pepper yells for them to come back so that they can open her presents altogether. He motions for Morgan to get up as he does and they walk together back to where the others were waiting for them.

“Okay, it’s present time! Morgan go ahead,” Her mum says with a smile.

Morgan opens all the presents one by one, thanking her family for them. She tears up at a few of their presents as they remind her of her dad. Her favourite present so far was Peters. It was a mini version of her dads first arc reactor in the form of a necklace. She puts it on straight away. From the corner of her eye, she could see Pepper wipe away some stray tears that fell down her face.

After she finished opening all the present she thanks them all again before going to put all the wrapping paper in the bin but is stopped by her mother.

“Morgan there’s one more thing. You haven’t opened your fathers present yet.” Morgan freezes, dropping all the wrapping paper as she turns around slowly. “M-my dads present?” She stutters out her eyes wide. Pepper nods before pulling out a small hologram device from behind her setting it on the table. The whole room is silent as Morgan moves towards it.

Her hand hovers over the play button as she looks up at Peter, he nods his head, his eyes also wide. Shakily she presses play and a hologram of her father appears and she covers her mouth with her hands as she sits on the floor staring at him.

“Hey my Morguna, I hope that your mother actually did as was instructed on the note and you’re receiving this on your 18th birthday. I don’t really know what I should say. I’m sorry I made you wait until you were 18 for you to receive this. Happy birthday Morgan. Wow 18, that’s huge, you’re an adult now. I’m uh, sorry that I couldn’t be there to watch you grow up, I wish I could have been but, hey, saving the universe. I hope everything’s going good, that you and your mother are happy. I hope you’re all together as a big happy family. They’re good, yeah all of them, they’re all good. They love you so much, even the ones you don’t know yet, well you would have met them by now. Peter. Yeah, Peter is the one I’m most excited for you to meet, I hope you two get close. I always saw him as your big brother, he’s like a son to me. He’s a good kid, and you’re a good kid, so you will be safe with him, always, I trust him. But this isn’t about Peter, this is about you. My beautiful daugher, I can’t believe you are mine. It’s unbelievable really. I never thought I was going to be a good father, but I think I’m doing a good job so far. Anyway, Happy birthday Morguna. I love you 3000. Always.”

As the clip finishes Morgan has tears streaming down her face and she chokes out a sob as her dad disappears from in front of her. Her family surrounds her in a big group hug, all of them in tears after that heartfelt message.

After the majority of the people had left, leaving only Peter and Uncle Bruce remaining with Pepper and Morgan.

“So Morgan, I actually have something I want to give you but I need to talk to your mother first,” Bruce trails off as he goes to talk to Pepper leaving Peter and Morgan alone. Morgan furrows her eyebrows, “What do you think it is?” She asks, Peter answers with a quiet “I have no idea,” and they wait for Bruce and Pepper to come back from their talk.

After around 15 minutes Pepper and Bruce come back and Pepper has tear marks but she wipes them away hastily. Peppers smiles at the pair as Bruce walks over closer to them. He kneels down in front of them giving them a comforting smile.

“Okay so, I talked to your mother and she said that she thinks this would be a great idea but both her and I want Peter to go with you and I agree,” He stops talking looking at them. “What are you talking about?” Morgan asks confused.

Bruce hands over two red and white suits and 4 viles of red liquid. Morgan instantly knows what they are and she looks at Peter who’s eyes are wide in shock. They’re both speechless. “U-Uncle Bruce..” She whispers and looks at her mum before shooting up and running to Pepper giving her a hug, afterwards pulling her uncle into a hug. Peter was still sitting on the couch in shock but a smile makes its way onto his face.

Pepper looks at Peter and says, “What do you say, Pete, you up for a little time travel?”

Morgan, Bruce, Peter and Pepper walk down the porch steps, walking over to the machine which was going to help them to see their dad again. Peter carries a bag carrying the clothes they were previously wearing so that they could change once they’re back in time. 2016 to be exact.

“Okay so we have 2 passes into the MIT Alumni Presentation, then make sure you use your other passes to get backstage where you will hopefully, meet him. Peter, yeah you already know you have to use the mask that Nat used to conceal her face. Don’t say anything that will mess all this up, I know you won’t, you’re good kids.”

Morgan and Peter both stand on top of the machine, Pepper sends both a small smile and kisses them both on the cheek before standing next to Bruce.

“Are you guys ready?” Bruce asks, the pair look at each other before nodding and pressing the button on their watches and suddenly they were in Massachusetts 2016 inside the university.

“Huh, I thought that was going to feel a lot weirder,” Morgan says as she looks at Peter who has a hand on his stomach. “Well I definitely feel weird,” Peter laughs and hands Morgan her clothes out of her bag motioning towards a closet for her to change in.

“Is this really happening? Are we really going to see him again?” Morgan whispers to Peter as they sit in their assigned seats waiting for Tony’s presentation to begin. Peter nods before swinging an arm around her shoulder for comfort.

Then all of a sudden holograms appear and it’s a set up which shows a young Tony Stark and his parents. Morgan lifts a hand to her face and Peter rubs her shoulder holding his breath.

“That’s how I wished it happened. By merely augmented retro framing or ‘B.A.R.F’. God, I got to work on that acronym.”

Both Peter and Morgan tense as they see Tony Stark talking on the stage. A huge smile lights up Morgan’s face as a few tears slide down her face. Peter has the ghost of a smile on his face, wishing that this was 2023 Tony that was alive and not dead from the snap.

“An extremely costly method, of hijacking the hippocampus to clear… traumatic memories. It doesn’t change the fact that they never made it to the airport or the things I did to avoid processing my grief. Plus 611 million dollars for my little therapeutic experiment. No one in the right mind would ever fund it. Help me out.” As Tony continues talking Morgan and Peter get up using Bruces technology to conceal themselves from the world to sneak off backstage.

When they’re out of sight they can hear Tony still rambling on. Peter puts on the mask to change his face and Morgan puts on her new pass, Peter following suit.

“Starting now. Go break some eggs.” Tony finishes his presentation before heading backstage where Morgan and Peter get a closer view of him. They see him talking to a few of the workers though he looks dazed and as if he doesn’t care. Peter looks at Morgan and she nods as they go ahead with their little plan.

Tony walks to the bathroom but before he gets close to there Morgan bumps into him in her fast paced walk and falls to the ground. Tony stops and turns around as Morgan wipes her hands on her pants, he lends her a hand.

“I’m s-so sorry Mr Stark,” She says quietly looking into her fathers eyes her hand in his as he helps her up, Peter then comes along to stand beside her asking her if she’s alright.

“It’s alright, sorry for bumping into yo- hey nice necklace,” Tony says pointing to her mini arc reactor necklace, “You a fan?” He asks.

“I mean, who isn’t?” She says, her hand withdrawing from his. He chuckles before mumbling something a long the lines of “quite a few people” under his breathe, but Peter picked up on it, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Well, would you kids like a quick photo then?” Tony asks and Peter scrambles to get out his phone as Morgan nods her eyes wide but a smile permanently stuck on her face. They take a selfie as Tony puts up a peace sign and both Morgan and Peter have big smiles on their faces.

“Thank you, Mr Stark, this means a lot to us you have no idea,” Peter says as he puts his phone back in his pocket. Tony shakes his head a small smile on his face as he mumbles a “no problem,”.

“What’re your names?” He asks the two as they stutter out responses,

“My name is Morgan Stark,” “Uh R-richard Stark sir,” Both of them yelling at themselves inside for saying Stark. Tony’s eyes widen slightly and he lets out a small laugh,

“Starks hey? Huh, maybe we’re related,” Tony exclaims jokingly.

When the pair are finally back in 2037 Pepper, Peter and Morgan are huddled together in a group hug on Morgans bed, with the latter holding a newly printed picture of her, her dad, and her brother.

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elder-schraderham · 3 years ago

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Thanks for the tag @forensicbec

Nickname: i don’t really have one, Morgs/Morgues i guess?

Zodiac: Capricorn

Height: 5'4

Last Film I Watched: uhhh... i think it was Over the Hedge lol

Last This I Googled: 22 spiritual meaning (i’ve been seeing 22 a lot today)

Favourite Musician: Ludo

Song Stuck In Your Head: All Eyes On Me by Bo Burnham (it’s been in my head for like 4 days)

Other Blogs: i have a few hoarding urls but my writeblr is @psychic-timetraveler

Blogs Following: 714 and i still find nothing to reblog some days lol

Amount of Sleep: pft, between 6-8

Lucky Number: idk, i don’t have one?

What I'm Wearing: jacksfilms shirt, tie dye sweatpants, mixmatched socks

Dream Job: writer

Dream Trip: a spooky trip thru Europe, i wanna see the top tier haunted spots around the country

Favourite Food: idk, chicken i guess

Play Any Instruments: unfortunately not

Languages: just english

Favourite Songs: Hum Along by Ludo, I Know You Too Well... by Reel Big Fish, Dead Man’s Party by Oingo Boingo,

Random Fact: um, idk, i’m working on a miniature spooky house right now? idk what random fact to tell haha

Describe yourself as aesthetic things: hottopic threw up on a witch

Tag: i tag whoever wants to do this!

this was fun, thanks again!

#tagged #about me

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define-lying · 8 years ago

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Tagged Up

I was tagged by @ficdirectory

Rules: Answer the questions and tag 15 blogs you want to get to know better.

Nicknames: Morg, M, Mo, Morgie, Peanut, Shmorgan

Star sign: Gemini

Height: 5��5″

Time right now: 5:08 pm

Last thing I Googled: discovery communications jobs

Last TV show I watched: Hawaii Five-0

When I created this blog: June 2013? I think?

Why did I choose my URL?: I wanted something fandom related that also wasn’t too obvious. And I was way too obsessed with MTV’s Teen Wolf...

Gender: cis!Female

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff :D

Pokemon GO Team: Instinct (not that I play it often...)

Favorite color: It changes, but right now it’s a light blue.

Lucky number: 7

Favorite character: I listed a ton about a week ago so let’s see if I can think of some others: Sophie Hatter, Steve Rogers, Dick Grayson, Evan Hanson, Jesus Adams-Foster, Larissa Duan, and Eric Bittle

Number of blankets I sleep with: one sheet, one blanket, and one comforter

I tag: @toosicktoocare, @sempiternalsea, @outtacommission, @wanderthroughpages, @the-ill-made-knight-is-dead, and @infinite0riddle

#about me

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morg-not-morgue · 7 years ago

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I got tagged in something!

Anyone that sees this and wants to do this can, since I don’t really have anyone to tag 😅 (also, sorry if this ends up being long!)

1. Name/Nickname: My name is Morgan, but my family calls me Morg. I kind of wish the nickname stuck more cause I like it a lot more than Morgan!

2. Gender: Female.

3. Star sign: Pisces! I’m a fish girl!

4. Height: I think I’m 5’7”? Maybe?

5. Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff! But I might be a little bit of Ravenclaw too.

6. Favorite animal: I love pugs and dolphins! They’re both such funny and goofy animals. Plus pugs look like they ran into a wall.

7. Hours of sleep: It kind of depends on when I have to wake up, but I try to get around 8 hours a night since I have school and work.

8. Dogs or cats: I like both! I like the personality of dogs but I love how cats are so independent. I think I lean towards dogs.

9. Number of blankets: I have one huge comforter and a sheet on my bed, but I have smaller blankets everywhere.

10. Dream trip: I’d love to go to some Asian countries since it’s do different from South Carolina. I also want to go to Europe and California! I think Texas would be great to go to since my dad said their BBQ is so good!

11. Dream job: I think being a model would be fun. I don’t really have a dream job. I’m kind of the type of person that would love to do all kinds of jobs.

12. Time: It’s 7:04 PM! (I should be doing homework right now)

13. Birthday: March 5, 1997! I just turned 21 a few days ago! 🥂

14. Favorite bands: Avenged Sevenfold, FEMM, EXO, 2ne1, Bullet for my Valentine, Foo Fighters, Red Velvet, NCT, Evanescence, In This Moment, BABYMETAL, Perfume, KARD, BigBang, Dreamcatcher, Icon for Hire, Lip Service, Orange Caramel, Exist Trace

15. Favorite solo artists: REOL, Poppy, HyunA, Kesha, Sunmi, CL, Kyary Pamyu Pamyu, Minzy, Grace, Kerli, Lily Allen, Nicki Minaj, Panic! At the Disco (since it’s just Brandon Urie at this point), TOP (kpop not the duo), Yezi, Britney Spears

16. Song stuck in my head: Yum Yum Yum by Lip Service

17. Last movie I watched: The Last Showman

18. Last show I watched: I’m watching season 16 of America’s Next Top Model now!

19. When did I create this blog: I created it in high school I think? I’ve had it for so long I don’t really remember. I do know I hated it when I first made it though 😂

20. What do I post/reblog: cute stuff, anime, memes, things I think are funny/cute, kpop (mainly my child Kyungsoo from EXO), just about anything I like really. There’s no rhyme or reason to it.

21. Last thing I googled: Restaurants near me...

22. Other blogs: I only have this one! One is enough trouble sometimes 😂

23. Do I get asks: never! I wish I did though. I’d like to have more mutuals, but I have a hard time talking to people I don’t know. I will always answer when you message me though!

24. Why I chose my url: Ok, story time! My best friend was introducing me to someone once and she was listing all of the nicknames related to my name (Morgie, MoMo, etc) and I mentioned that my family calls me Morg. She said “that is so depressing!” And I was like huh?

Her dumb ass said “Morgues are where you put dead people, Morgan!”

I said “M-O-R-G!” And she got so embarrassed. When I got home, I was trying to decide what to change my URL to and I thought of that conversation and figured it would be pretty cool.

25. Following: 475!

26. Followers: 420 blaze it!

27. Lucky number: I don’t really have one. I really like odd numbers though.

28. Favorite instrument: I used to play the flute so I guess that’s one. I also think piano is really pretty.

29. What am I wearing: My Pink hoodie with holo lettering and my green and red Christmas pajama pants. So comfy!

30. Favorite food: I’ve been loving Korean and Vietnamese food lately! I also really love PBJ sandwiches! They’re so good! Chips and Salsa is also a favorite.

31. Nationality: I’m white...I think I have some polish in me, but I don’t know how much or if I really do. I should do a DNA test to see what I have.

32. Favorite song: This is so hard! Victim by Avenged Sevenfold is typically a favorite, since my favorite changes all the time. Right now I’m loving I Don’t Like Your Girlfriend by Weki Meki and Peek-A-Boo by Red Velvet. That one has been a favorite for a while! (It might be their best song to date!)

33. Last book read: Sailor Moon volume 6! It’s my favorite manga series of all time!

34. Top 3 fictional universes I’d like to join: Oh gosh! Ummm, I think the first would be Sailor Moon. Being able to see the sailor scouts in action would be amazing! Plus outside of villains from other planets/times, it seems pretty peaceful.

I’d also like to be in any kdrama world, since everything goes great in them 😂 Boo Thang and I could take 7 years to start a relationship then live happily ever after like in Strong Girl Bong Soon (which is my current favorite drama)!

The last universe would have to beeee...omg this is hard!...Ouran High School Host Club. Mori-Senpai is my favorite character from the manga/show since he is so funny when he actually says/does something, so I’d love to be one of his guests and chill with him for a while 😂

#text #me #tag #this was fun

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