#When Jim met Morgan

[spencerreidswhore187]

False Confidence

Don't take yourself so seriously / Look at you all dressed up for someone you never see.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Spencer and Y/N hate each other, they just don't realise they have been anonymously messaging for months.

Word Count: 2.8k

T/W: Mentions of murder and death

A/N: For @sackofpissandshit . I came up for the premise of this as a plate of prawns fell onto my head at work. Enjoy! ◡̈

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SherlockHolmes1887: You were right. 

You couldn’t help the smile that stretched across your face; you replied immediately, the half-drunk coffee in your hand forgotten. 

NapoleonOfCrime: Feel free to say that again.

He did.  

Briefly, you looked up from your phone to cross the road. You were on the way to work having just received a message from Hotch. It sounded urgent. 

NapoleonOfCrime: So what made you realise that, as per usual, I was right? 

You had spent the better part of the night trying to convince him that Sherlock Holmes was in love with Jim Moriarty. You had met him online several months ago, on an Arthur Conan Doyle forum and have been messaging ever since. 

He, except for the one and only Penelope Garcia, was your best friend. You told him everything. Except for who you are. 

Early on in talking you both had agreed not to exchange names, tell each other where you lived or what you did for a career. You knew what SherlockHolmes1887 favourite film was (Star Trek), that he liked wearing mismatched socks and his mum used to call him ‘Crash’ because he would crash into things when he was younger. You knew that, like you, he had four qualifications, liked Sherlock Holmes and had an unhealthy obsession with coffee. You just didn’t know his name. 

Your phone vibrated. 

SherlockHolmes1887: “The greatest schemer of all time, the organiser of every devilry, the controlling brain of the underworld, a brain which might have made or marred the destiny of nations—that's the man! But so aloof is he from general suspicion, so immune from criticism, so admirable in his management and self-effacement, that for those very words that you have uttered he could hale you to a court and emerge with your year's pension as a solatium for his wounded character. [...] Foulmouthed doctor and slandered professor—such would be your respective roles! That's genius, Watson.”

Your phone buzzed again. You silenced it as you walked into the BAU elevator. 

SherlockHolmes1887: I reread ‘The Valley of Fear’ last night. 

You were about to reply when a voice cried out. 

“Hold the door!” 

Instinctively, you stretched your arm out between the closing elevator doors. 

The person entered beside you. 

If you had known who had asked, you would have let the doors shut. 

Dr Spencer Reid leant on his cane, drumming his fingers against its metal top as the elevator moved upwards. He had recently been shot in the leg on a case. You would never tell him but when that gun fired, you thought you were going to be sick. Your heart ached. It made you hate him even more.

“Reid,” you said, staring forward. You refused to look at him.

“L/N,” He replied. 

That was the most words you’d exchanged in days. 

When the doors finally opened again, you both headed towards the round table, where the rest of the team was waiting. 

You and Spencer were the last to arrive. 

It’s not like him to be late, you thought.  

You took a seat between Emily Prentiss and Derek Morgan - you were sat as far away from Spencer as possible.

“Now that you are all here,” Hotch began, pulling you from your thoughts, “let’s begin.” 

Penelope connected her computer to the screen; there was a picture of a body. The flesh was rotten, decayed from what was evidently years hidden away. Your eyes are wide as you saw it: a long cut, rough and jagged, stretched from neck to naval. You recognised this signature. 

“The Brooklyn Butcher,” you said, interrupting the silence. 

Hotch nodded. 

It was a case that had occurred six years ago and ended up going cold. 

Spencer recalled, “Eleven women, all under the age of twenty-five, all with red hair, went missing and then their bodies always turned up three days later with a long knife wound across their torso.” 

“The only body,” you continued, “that was never discovered was Sharon Lewis’. The first to go missing. The wife of Mitch Lewis, the prime suspect during the investigation.” 

“Why wasn’t he arrested?” Derek asked. 

Spencer answered before you could, tucking a strand of his brown hair behind his ear. Why did you want to run your hands through his hair? 

“There was no evidence. The police’s only theory was his wife was his first kill and he killed all the other victims who resembled her in an attempt to relive the thrill of the kill.”

“He had an alibi for Sharon Lewis’ disappearance,” you added. 

“Correct - they also never found her body. They couldn’t prove their theory without her body.” 

“Well,” Hotch said, “they have now.” 

“Sharon Lewis, aged twenty-four, was the first victim in the Brooklyn Butcher killings. Cause of death, blunt force trauma to the head.” 

JJ leant back in her chair and pressed her pen to her lips, “So the cut was postmortem?”

“According to the coroners.” 

“But that was not the case for the rest of the victims?”

“No,” Hotch replied. 

“Our UNSUB gained confidence in his kills.” 

Lewis was likely his first-ever kill. You wanted to message Sherlock and ask him what he thought. He was intelligent beyond belief, you were sure he would add valuable insight to this case but you couldn’t tell him. Then he would know you worked for the Behavioural Analysis Unit. You couldn’t let him know that. He couldn’t know who you were. What would he think then? When he knew you were more comfortable around dead bodies than real people.

“How was the body discovered?” Spencer asked. 

Hotch had that dark look in his eyes, the one he got when an UNSUB scared him. You hadn’t seen that look in his eyes since Haley died. 

“The body was left on an empty police vehicle parked outside a station in Brooklyn. There was a note attached to it.”

Penelope clicked a button on her laptop and the slide changed to a screwed-up piece of paper nailed to the shoulder of the body. 

Hotch read it aloud, “You have three days before I kill another. Happy hunting, the Butcher.”

He stood up from his seat, “Selene Harker was reported missing twelve hours ago. We leave for New York now - wheels up in twenty. Penelope, you’re coming with us.” 

She smiled nervously, you gave her a discreet thumbs up. 

Everyone stood up from the round table and headed towards the door, you had grabbed the handle when Hotch stopped you.

“L/N, you need to stay here.”

You froze, confused. 

He continued, “Reid has not been cleared to fly by his doctors yet and I need you to go through the old Mitch Lewis interrogation clips, find out whether he told any lies. Stay in touch.” 

With that he left the room, leaving you there with Spencer before you had a second to protest. 

You weren’t really sure how you did it, it’s an ability you’ve had since you were a kid. It’s how you were flagged by the FBI. You could tell when people lied. Everyone has a tell and, like the lie-detecter you are, you knew how to spot it. 

When you and Reid had first met, three years ago, he had told you all the statistics about lies: “Did you know,” he had said, “10% of all lies can be defined as exaggerations, though 60% of all lies are considered to be deceptive.” 

You remembered how you had nodded, anxious as it was your first day. 

“Of all liars, 70% of them claim to be willing to do it again. Every week, Americans tell 11 lies. In a study of 11,366 lies told by 632 people over 91 days, 75% of them lied between 0 or 2 times per day.”

“You know a lot,” You had laughed. 

Reid seemed kind. You liked kind people; you dealt with a lot of horrible people growing up. 

“I have an eidetic memory and an IQ of 187.” 

That was the first time you and Spencer had ever spoken and it was the last time you ever spoke like friends. 

You spun on your heels to face Spencer. 

“You leave me alone and I’ll leave you be. Understood?” 

“Understood,” Spencer said, rolling his eyes. 

“God, you are so infuriating.”

“I hate you,” he retorted. 

You noticed the way his jaw tensed. 

You grinned, “Lie.” 

Spencer groaned and left the room. Through the window, you saw him take a seat at his desk. 

Laughing, you walked into Penelope’s office and pulled up the police footage. 

You were three hours into the Mitch Lewis footage and he had told three lies. 

The first was that he did not know what happened to the other victims. Although, this could mean he had read about the case online. 

The second was more interesting. Lewis said he was at the pub when his wife disappeared. Even though there was security camera footage to confirm this, he was lying, 

The third made your head spin. He said he didn’t kill her. True. He said he didn’t know where she was. Lie. 

You paused the interrogation and contacted Hotch to tell him what you had found. He replied telling you to take a break as they searched for Mitch Lewis. 

In an attempt to distract yourself, you reached for your phone and messaged Sherlock. 

NapoleonOfCrime: Hi.

He replied almost immediately. 

SherlockHolmes1887: Hey.

NapoleonOfCrime: So you read ‘The Valley of Fear’ in one night just to try and prove me wrong? 

SherlockHolmes1887: If that’s how you want to interpret it :) 

NapoleonOfCrime: And?

SherlockHolmes1887: And…they are very much in love. It’s almost blindingly obvious. 

NapoleonOfCrime: “It has been an intellectual treat for me to see the manner in which you have grappled with this case.” The definition of enemies to lovers.

SherlockHolmes1887: Enemies to lovers? 

You don’t think you ever smiled as much as when you did with him. 

NapoleonOfCrime: It’s better you don’t ask, or else I’ll be sending you links to Moriaty x Sherlock fan fiction.

SherlockHolmes1887: What are you doing right now?

Your fingers danced along the tiny keyboard on the phone screen.

NapoleonOfCrime: Work. You? 

SherlockHolmes1887: Work. 

NapoleonOfCrime: How is it? 

It made you nervous that he didn’t reply instantly. 

NapoleonOfCrime: Don’t worry, this isn’t me trying to figure out what you do or who you are. I like the mystery. 

SherlockHolmes1887: Horrible. But it’s not really work that’s the problem. There’s a girl. 

It hurt a little to know there was a girl, of course it did, but you didn’t mind. What you cared about was how he seemed distressed. 

NapoleonOfCrime: If you want to share, I’m a good listener. 

He typed for what seemed like an eternity. 

SherlockHolmes1887: We, her and I, have worked together for years. She’s smart and funny and beautiful. So beautiful. But she hates me. I messed up when we first met, I was so nervous around her that I just ignored her. Whenever she tried to speak to me, I would walk away or just act like she wasn’t there. And, now, I am finally more confident, she can’t even be near me without glaring in my direction at least once. 

You yearned for someone to talk about you that way. No one had ever told you that you were beautiful. You didn’t need someone to tell you because you didn’t believe it, it’s just that sometimes, on the inevitable bad days, you want to feel wanted. 

NapoleonOfCrime: I’m sure if you explain it to her, she will understand - you said she’s smart. I can see why you like her. 

SherlockHolmes1887: Yeah, I fell hard. 

I fell hard. 

You recalled what Hotch had said, “Cause of death, blunt force trauma to the head.” 

You recalled how the cut was messy and hesitant whilst the rest were neat. 

 You recalled how it was done postmortem whilst the rest were the cause of death. 

You ran out of Penelope’s office, straight to Dr Spencer Reid. 

“Spence,” you shouted.

You were both alone in the room. 

Spencer looked up from his phone. It was strange, to see him on a phone. You had always thought he was the type of person to hate technology. Instead, he seemed thoroughly invested in whatever was on his screen. 

“Who are you messaging?” You asked, acting causal.

“No one,” he said.

Lie.

“A girl?”

“No.” 

Lie.

Spencer’s face had gone bright red. It was cute; it made you smile. 

Why did it make you smile? 

You decided to change the topic before your face went red. 

“Do you have the coroner’s report?” You questioned. 

He dug through the many files covering his desk and held it up for you to see. 

Blunt force to the frontal lobe, that confirmed your suspicions. 

You stared into Spencer’s brown eyes.

“I know what happened to Sharon Lewis.” 

You explained how it must have happened. Sharon was reported missing by her friend at 19:37. She was supposed to be meeting her a 18:00. Mitch Lewis was at a bar from 17:30-20:01, this was confirmed by camera footage. This means that Lewis can’t have kidnapped his wife. Or, perhaps, she never went missing. She tripped getting ready to see her friend and fell down the staircase. She would have died upon impact.

Spencer nodded in agreement with your theory.

“When Lewis got home and saw his wife’s body sprawled out at the base of the stairs, he saw an opportunity…” 

“He dragged her downstairs to the basement, explaining the deep scratches on her back noted in the coroner’s report.” You said, “Lewis worked in construction, he had a table and tools down there, he said so in one of his interrogations. He placed her on that table and cut her. He butchered her. And then did the same to others to try and recreate the high of killing his wife.” 

“We need to call Hotch.” 

Four hours later and Mitch Lewis had confessed and was in police custody.

Derek and Emily had found Selene Harker chained to the very same table Lewis had carved his wife like a cold slab of meat. 

The team was on their way back from Quantico.

You found Spencer sitting on a bench outside the FBI building. Spinning the silver ring your grandmother gave you around your index finger, you sat down next to him. 

You both stared forward, at the road. 

You were glad that you weren’t the only one who was affected by cases like this. You were glad that you weren’t the only one overwhelmed by empathy. Your mother once told you that empathy without boundaries was self-destruction but you were just glad that after so much time in this field, you still felt something. 

Spencer eventually broke the silence. 

“It scares me, Y/N, how easy a life can end.” 

Spencer clutched his cane so tightly that his knuckles went white. 

Gently, you eased one of his hands off it and held it in yours. 

You could hear your blood rushing in your ears. It was deafening. 

“You know, when I was a kid, I was always tripping over things. I walked into doors, tables, you name it. My mum would call me ‘Crash.’”

He laughed dryly whilst your world began to crumble around you. 

You dropped Spencer’s hand. 

“Sh-she called you what?” 

Spencer turned to look at you, confusion and worry were etched across his face, “Y/N? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” 

It’s not that you were upset, in fact, you felt almost the opposite of that. 

Your voice was steadier than you expected when you spoke.

“He is the Napoleon of crime, Watson.”

“Y/N?”

“He is the organiser of half that is evil and of nearly all that is undetected in this great city.”

“It can’t be.” 

Spencer held his face in his hands. 

“Disappointed, Sherlock Holmes 1887?”

You said it mockingly but you were terrified of what Spencer would say. 

“No, Napoleon of Crime. Not even a little bit.”

True.

“You told me to explain how I felt to that girl so here goes. The first thing I noticed about you was your smile. I saw it from the other side of the room. And, Y/N, it was contagious. Just looking at you made me smile. You are so beautiful and so intelligent and I have wanted to tell you how desperately I liked you since the day we met.” 

He cradled your cheek with one hand. 

“And now I know that this whole time, as well as being the person I can see myself falling in love with, you are my best friend, my favourite, my person.” 

“I hate you, Spence,” you say just before you kiss him. 

Smiling against your lips, you hear him whisper, “Lie.” 

[crazypenguintacofan]

Gonna repost this here bc the people really need to see it

The polycule is canon and I don't wanna hear anything else from poylcule deniers.

[ALT: Two screenshots of three tweets.

Tweet 1:

User Morgane  Inciting (a) riot(s) (@malinconiae_off) says:

And now that the strike is over, I can post this again: Vico confirmed that the Olu/Jim/Archie polycule is canon. They talked excitedly about making it more obvious in S3 if we get it, and said about the “anchors” line: “I knew that those who *know* would pick up on this”.

Tweet 2:

User Polite Wife: That'll Be My Brand (@SHRAAAMP) says:

Where did they confirm this? I need it to be true (followed by three teary-eyed emojis).

Tweet 3:

User Morgane  Inciting (a) riot(s) (@malinconiae_off) replies:

To me directly when I met them. I was thanking them for their impact on the polyam community, which led to talking about this OFMD polycule, and that’s when they confirmed that it *is* a polycule and that the plan is to make it more obvious in S3 if the show’s renewed.]

[lightvixxen]

stress relief

So my amazing friend ceebs or @maladaptive-day-dreams convinced me to write a st x cm crossover and well...Hopper/Reader/Hotch was born.

SUMMARY: Hopper and Hotch are working late when they decide to have some fun with the shoplifter that got dragged into the station earlier that day

WC:3134

WARNINGS: spit roasting, degrading, MMF threesome, reader's age is not confirmed but she IS 18+, spoiled brat! reader, rich!reader, modern!st, choking, name-calling, basic cm shit. not proofread

The BAU was called into a small town of indiana, Hawkins to be exact, the run of the mill serial killer who had a knack for kidnapping. The team could already tell this was going to be a hard case, seeing as the killer didn’t seem to have a type.

“How long does he keep them?” Emily pipes up, the file was already hard to Figure out since there was apparently no specific time frame the killer stuck to. 

“As of now that is undetermined…the local police there doesn’t have a single lead despite how small the town is.” Hotch told her, “Which is the exact reason we’ve been called in. They’ve been dealing with most likely the same killer for years so they thought a fresh pair of eyes would be good.” 

“So they have basically nothing?” The team asks at the same time, and Hotch nods. 

“It’s definitely not ideal but we have delt with worse…” Hotch’s statement was met with a chorus of agreement, they have delt with worse evidence before. 

Once the jet landed the team immediately went to the Hawkins police department, not wanting to waste another second not solving this case. Walking into the department they were almost immediately met with a bustling space of police officers. As they stood there looking around trying to find anyone that could help them, they hear a deep voice from behind them. 

“You guys the BAU?” the voice asks, as they turn around they’re met with a broad man with facial hair, he was a little chubby but they could tell he was at least a little fit. 

“Yes we are, I’m Unit Cheif Aaron Hotchner, this is SSA Morgan, JJ, Prentiss and Dr. Reid.” Hotch introduces each of them, pointing to the respective person.

“I’m Jim Hopper, chief of police.” They do the routine of shaking hands before Hopper shows them where they can set up.

“So what do you know about the killer we’re working with?” Hotch asks, hoping that getting information out of the file they were giving would somehow help them. 

Hopper scratches his head “Only that he’s one sick son of a bitch, while the time he keeps his victims are undetermined…we never find them, its like they just vanish into thin air.” Hotch nods, “okay, yeah, that’s actually helpful.” Hopper nods, before leaving them to work. 

—---

It had Only been a week and the team and the entire police department were stressed out of their minds. Still no new leads, suspects, nothing, It was as if the Killer was a ghost or something. It was 2pm when they dragged in a screaming girl, saying something about how her father will bail her out. They dragged her back into a holding cell about 20 minutes later as they weren’t getting an answer from anyone they called. 

Hotch walked out to where Hopper was standing with his arms crossed, looking over some officers desk and at his computer. 

“Don’t forget this is her third time-” Hopper looked over to Hotch with a questioning look. 

“Who was that? A suspect or-” 

Hopper laughed at his question, “God no, that was y/n l/n, she has some sticky fingers and has gotten caught shoplifting about three times now…we call her our resident spoiled brat. She comes from a rich family that resides here in Hawkins.” 

Hotch’s eyebrows raised at hearing that you came from a rich family. 

“If she’s rich why does she feel the need to shoplift?” 

“Daddy doesn’t give her attention, never has, i’ve caught her flirting with multiple of my officers before aswell.” 

Hotch nods “The typical daddy issues story…of course.” 

—--

It was late, Hotch was at one of the open desks, he needed to get out of the confined office space that was the conference room they were set up in before he went crazy. 

He looked over at the clock that told him it was about 1:15. He sighed, looking over to where Hopper was. 

“Did anyone ever come and get that one girl that got brought in earlier?” 

Hopper looked up from the file he was focused on and shook his head. 

“Nope, we called her daddy probably 5 times and he didn’t pick up, my guess is he’s tired of bailing his troublemaker daughter out.” Hotch laughed at that, usually in rich families that is the case, especially if its already known she’s trouble. 

“You’d think he’d be trying to cover up her arrest by now” 

“Oh he did the first two times…but this time she got caught at a busy hour with hundreds of people watching and word travels fast in a town like this.” 

Hotch laughs and nods once again, going back to the file infront of him. Another hour went by before Hopper got up grabbing Aarons attention. 

“I’m gonna check on our spoiled prisoner? Wanna come? Stretch your legs a little…actually fix your posture?” Hopper asks him and Aaron agrees, getting up and following the other man into the holding cell area. 

You were sat on the bed that they placed in the cell, leaning against the wall and facing the bars, you had no idea what time it was but the lack of guards told you that it was late. You perked up and the sound of a door opening and the sound of footsteps approaching, you had hoped it was Hopper or one of the officers coming with your father. 

While the man that accompanied Hopper wasn’t your father you definitely weren’t disappointed. He was tall and broad, dark hair resting ontop of his head and a suit telling that wasn’t a cop, he was fucking hot, he practically oozed dominance, just like Hopper did, telling you he was in a positon of power. 

“Ooo who’s this?” you ask, getting up from your spot and walking up to the bars and leaning against them, hoping to get a better look of the mystery man. “You are definitely not a cop..” 

Hotch looks down at you, and heat travels straight to your core at the realization that even from behind the bars he still has to look down to see you. 

“Your right, i’m a FBI agent.” God even his voice was sexy, you bit your lip staring at him, before you turned your attention to Hopper. 

“Why are you guys here? Did daddy finally pick up?” you ask the two men, only to be met with a head shake. 

“You might be stuck here for a little while if your waiting for your daddy to bail you out.” Hopper told you and you groaned. 

“Then why the fuck are you here?” 

“Just to check on you, the routine.” 

You leaned against the bars once again, bored out of your mind. 

“Can’t you just…let me go? I mean you already know the bail and fine will be paid…” 

Hopper sighed, “You know damn well I can’t do that, its a good way to lose my job.” 

You pouted, giving him your best puppy eyes, 

“Pleasee Hop…I promise to be on best behavior when I get out, I won’t tell anyone, pink promise!” 

“No is the final answer sweetheart, Those puppy eyes have no effect on me and you know that. Also how many times have I told you not to call me that. 

While you were talking to Hopper Aaron finally got a good look at you, you were wearing a short white crop top that read ‘angel’ across your boobs, paired with an equally short pink skirt, if you could even call it that, it only came up to the tops of your thighs. 

“Can you at least let me out for a little bit? I’m bored out of my mind in here.” Aaron looked at Hopper, expecting him to say no and just leave it at that, instead he fished the cells keys out of his pocket and unlocked the cell. 

“Turn around.” he told you in a stern voice 

“Seriously you know I won’t-” 

“He said turn around, your lucky we’re even letting you leave this cell at all.” Hotch snapped at you, using the same tone Hopper had. You rolled your eyes before turning around and placing your hands behind your back. 

You felt warm hands before the cold metal of the handcuffs, you guessed it was Hopper because of how rough he was with your arms. 

“Ow! Too tight!” you whined when he tightened them, your back automatically straightening at the pressure on your wrists.

“They’re not and you know it, stop being fucking dramatic.” you heard Hoppers gruff voice from behind you before he escorted you out to the office area of the police department. 

“Sit” He told you, pushing you into the chair next to his desk, you did what you were told, just glad you were out of the dingy cell. Looking around the station you were able to stare at the FBI agent, noticing the obvious stress on both of their faces. 

“Hey FBI agenttt” you called out to him in a singsongy voice, grabbing his attention, once you were sure you had his attention you asked his name, since neither him or Hopper had mentioned it. 

“My name is Aaron Hotchner.” He told you with the most monotone voice you have probably heard come from anyones mouth. You smiled at him, before looking at Hopper. 

“Why can’t you be that nice to me? He actually gave me a clear answer without calling me a name…” you pouted and  Hopper looked at you before looking towards Aaron, “Because he doesn’t know how much of a spoiled brat you can be.”

“But I think I’m starting to learn.” Aaron chimed in, you gasped, looking at both men infront of you, 

“I’m not a spoiled brat!” you huffed, and the two men looked at eachother and Hopper laughed, 

“Thats something only a brat would say!” Hopper told you, and Hotch agreed with him. 

“I would cross my arms if I could right now I hope you know that.” 

“We know sweetheart, we know.” is all Hopper said before getting back to work, Hotch joining him and returning to the file he had been going over and over for hours already. 

Only a few minutes had passed before you spoke up.

“Are you sure there’s nothing that can get me out of here without my dad?! Seriously I’ll do anything! Please! Just name what you want!” you begged, tearing the mens attention away from their work, Hopper glared at you. 

“What part of no do you not understand? Were you never told it growing up?” 

“No” You giggled, “I got everything I asked for so I wouldn’t bother my daddy” you smirked at the dumbfounded faces on the two men. 

“Oh don’t act like your surprised my family is rich, we could afford the things I wanted!” 

“No fucking wonder your so spoiled, you got everything you wanted just by being annoying.” Hopper grumbled, and you just beamed. 

“And I’m very good at being annoying” You smirked again “So you should just let me go now, i’ll talk to my father when I get home and he can pay-” 

Aaron got up and walked to where you were sitting, grabbing a handful of your hair. 

“Or maybe we should just duct tape your mouth shut, that way you can’t bother us…or better yet…” He trailed off looking at Hopper, “We could use her as some…stress relief” 

Hopper smirked at his suggestion, “I think thats an amazing idea actually” You felt heat pool in your belly immediately and the hungry gazes that the two men gave you, “She’d probably enjoy it too, wouldn’t you sweetheart?” Hopper got up to stand next to Hotch, his hand grabbing your chin. You nodded quickly, if you weren’t going to be let out tonight this was the next best outcome, at least you wouldn’t be bored anymore. 

“Words pretty girl.” Hotch spoke up, letting go of your hair. 

“Yes, fuck yes, please” You once again begged. 

“You sound so much better when your begging” Hopper told you before yanking you out of your seat, forcing you onto your stomach over his desk. 

“Lets see…which end do you want first, Hotch? Mouth or pussy?” Hopper asked standing next to your figure. 

“I’ll take her mouth first, you’ve known the little slut longer, you deserve her cunt.” 

Hopper smirked wildly before taking his place behind you, flipping your skirt up he tuts when he sees the damp patch in your panties, “God you really are a slut, your already wet, love the idea of two men old enough to be your father using you?” You nod and he slaps your ass harshly, obviously expecting a verbal response. 

“Yes!” You don’t know you manage to even form a verbal response when Hotch is infront of you undoing his belt, his hands are so big they practically cover the entirety of the buckle and it has you fucking drooling. He’s only half hard and yet you can tell that he’s big. You already knew Hopper was big the few times he had to pin you against a wall just to put handcuffs on you. 

You already knew you most likely wouldn’t be doing a whole lot of talking after this…

Hotch taps your cheek with a mumbled ‘open”, you opened your mouth welcoming his half hard cock into your mouth, while Hopper ran his fingers through your wet cunt, he eventually sinks one finger into your waiting hole causing you to moan around Aarons cock, which caused the other man to groan. He tangled his fingers in your hair, beginning to fuck your face. 

Hopper added another finger into your hole, slowing finger fucking you, your muffled moans turned into slight gagging as Hopper hit your g-spot with his fingers at the same time Hotch forced his cock to the back of your throat. 

“You can take it.” Hopper told you before removing his fingers from your cunt, wiping his fingers against the skin of your thigh. Causing you to whine at the feeling. 

“Oh be fucking quiet, your lucky we’re even using you right now.” Hotch spoke up from above you, hearing Hoppers belt hit the floor and his pant being unzipped sent another flood of arousal through you. Wiggling your hips you couldn’t wait to be filled by his cock. 

Hopper pushed his cock into you and you felt your eyes roll into the back of your head, between Hotch’s cock and his you felt so fucking full, you really wished you weren’t handcuffed so you had something to hold onto. 

You practically shrieked around Aarons cock when Hopper bottomed out, almost immediately pulled out until only the tip of his cock remained in your cunt before pushing all the way in. 

The two men smiled wickidely as they heard you splutter around Aarons cock when they timed their thrusts together. 

“Fuuck Her mouth is fucking amazing…” Hotch mumbled, watching as his cock dissappeared into your mouth over and over again, “I’m not gonna last much longer…” He groaned as he felt your tongue run over a vein that was on the underside of his dick. 

“Shit me neither, her cunt is so fucking tight she’s practically sucking me in…” Hoppers hands were digging into your hips, sure to leave bruises that would last for weeks. 

The two men shared a look before they both pulled out of you, much to your distaste, you whined, almost begging for them to return to where they were. 

“No no, please, I was getting so close.” you tolf them, but the two men just laughed. 

“Too fucking bad, your just here to be a toy for us, you probably won’t be cumming tonight.” Hopper told you, settling infront of you and grabbing your hair, just like Aaron did. While the other grabs your hips lining himself up with your hole. 

“Now get to work” Hopper spat at you, using the hand that wasn’t holding your hair to line his cock up with your mouth. Aaron sunk his cock into you before you had a chance to welcome Hoppers cock into your mouth, a gruttal moan ripped through your throat before Hopper shoved his cock into it, hitting the back of your throat immediately. You got to work sucking Hoppers cock with the same enthusiasm that you did with Aarons. 

“Fuckkkk I’m gonna cum baby, want me to come in your mouth?” You tried you best to nod, looking up at the olderman infront of you. 

“Good, cause you didn’t have a choice.” It didn’t take long before Hoppers hips started thrusting into your face, forcing you to deep throat him and then still as he came down your throat. You took his cum as best you could, reveling in the salty taste. 

“God you really are a fucking whore.” He mumbled, pulling out of your mouth, “Now be a good girl and swallow.” And you did, you might’ve choked a little bit because as you did Aaron had decided that was a perfect time to move one of his hands down to rub your clit. 

Now that your mouth was free your moans fell freely from your throat, you couldn’t hold them back if you even tried. Hotch was bullying your cunt with each snap of his hips, his fingers making work on your clit, he had you hurtiling to the edge faster that anyone had. 

“Fuck, fuck, so good.” you moaned, eyes rolling back into your head, but it wasn’t enough, you needed more. 

“Fuck, choke me please.” you pleaded with the man behind you, the though of his hand wrapping around your throat too good to pass up.

“Oh she likes being choked does she?” the two men laughed at hoppers statement, the hand that was on your hip came up to wrap around your throat, cutting off your air supply. You were so fucking close to the edge. 

“I’m gonna cum! Please, please don’t stop!” you practically screamed out, Hotch grunted behind you, you took that as a confirmation that he wouldn’t. After a few more thrusts of his hips your body was convulsing, and a cry fell from your lips as you came, not even a minute Hotch followed, he buried himself deep into your cunt as he came. 

You were both out of breath as he pulled out, sweat dotting everyones foreheads and you laid limply across Hoppers desk, effectively fucked out. You felt one of the men undo your cuffs, Hopper picked you up gently. 

“Lets go get you cleaned up.” He walked with you towards the bathroom, Hotch following close behind and you smiled, cuddling into the older mans chest. 

“But do not think this night is over…we’re both extremely pent up.”

[drawnwiththewind]

I am a half-gem demigod who got accepted at Hogwarts where I befriended Marcy Wu. Instead of finishing school, I decided to learn glyph magic from Eda, got turned into an inhuman with an LMD copy of myself. When researching Asgardians and the Bifrost I accidentally blasted myself into Centopia where I got chosen by the sword of She-ra. I learned Klingon and plugged into the Matrix to save the chosen one. Before I left I visited CC Jitters and met with Marcus Cane and Abby Griffin. After that, I got sent to Shadowprison-X to discover the coverup of MA828. I escaped with the help of Leonard Snart and Lincoln Burrows.

I helped Oliver Queen track down Amalia True, but Bill Cypher opened up a chaos rift when we found her. To save Sunny Starscout and Joy le Frog I jumped into the rift, where I got devoured by the Nowhere king. My soul flew to the halls of Mandos where I met Sokka, Kya, and Tenzin. I spent 3,5 Jeremy Bearimies there before I got a new physical form and found myself in the Casita. Toothless stole my lightsaber so I followed him to the basement where I found myself in Quest Buy. I strolled through the shop where I saw Chris and Martin Kratt shopping for ikran. I found an old wardrobe through which I visited Narnia, had tea with Alice, and used one of my three wishes to get out of there.

I found myself in Storybrook where I asked for directions from Blyte Beckster and Zoe. They helped me find my way to the Storm Spire where I had a meeting with Corazon and Morgan. As we were discussing the public reception of the Kitti Katz Liv took me to the supercollider. The Nothing was leaking into our world. Despite the combined effort of The Outsiders, Enid Sinclair, and the Heroics, it was rapidly advancing.

In the end, Buster Moon made a musical to distract it while Jim Lake used the amulet of eclipse to banish it to the celestial plane. Then Lucky found the perfect puppy for me just as I was helping Félicie learn a hard dance move. I went on a hike and visited Jonas who told me I had to go find Bluey, the mother of my puppy. On my way, I smelled a batch of purple flowers, so soon after the dogs reunited, I died to the sick and went to the spirit realm where I spent eternity learning the secrets of the universe from Shifu.

[lxvenderhxzehv]

A summary of What my Characters have been up too since the Earthquake.

Chris ~ He has fully moved in with Em, been helping her recover and taking care of her for the first few days. Upon receiving a box on the front of the porch. Seeing it addressed to her he assumed it was an early birthday gift from someone. Upon giving it to her seeing her reaction to receiving it only to find out it was a gift from Jim. Explaining it was the sweater she was wearing the day Jim and her met. it had gotten ruined and they had tried everything. Yet here it was in perfect condition, restored to its former glory. She told Chris her concerns. Chris has promise to try for her sake. He didn't say anything but he can't help but feel like there is more too it than that. He has since thrown himself into his work and helping the town rebuild now that Em is feeling a little better. He has not told his concerns to anyone and he doesn't plan too. He's not in the mood for the ' I told you so's" anyway... He has yet to tell Em about Jim and Charlie or the fight they got into after the earthquake.

Teddy ~ Has also Thrown himself into his work. At his own restaurant as well as the Diner. Helping to lighten the load on Celia as her and the rest of the Crew mourn Sammie's death. Teddy's is also Mourning the loss of Sammie. She had become a very close friend of his since the renascence festival. He's been quite and distant to most except those he's closest with (Kirby, Ceila, and Morgan to name a few). Having Kirby and Ziti around has been his saving grace. However on the nights Kirby isn't around it's rough. He's having trouble sleeping and when he dose it's because he's cried himself into exhaustion (being separated from Kirby once again during an event like this has taken a toll on him).

Amber ~ Is just happy that all her siblings are accounted for with the new addition of Nattie. She admitted her feelings to Noah after things had settled after the earthquake. Now its just a matter of her not being painfully awkward about it at the bar.

Hope ~ Spent the majority of the after math helping where she could. Hair in a messy bun all torn up almost unrecognizable. She is coming to realize this is way bigger than the shit she has going on. Spent a good bit of the day keeping an eye out for Halley and asking if she had been seen or taken care of. While she only Knew Minnie for a short about of time. The Dance Hall is not the same without her. She is trying to keep the place running and is still allowing pre-planned classes to continue. She has set up a small memorial for Minnie in the lobby for her friends, family, classmates, and students to visit.

Toni ~ been caring for Myles since her ankles been healing. On top of that she's been feeling a bit under the weather, Myles has chalked it up to stress but Toni is thinking its something a bit more serious. They plan to have her get checked out if it worsens. Toni has been helping around town as best as he could when he's not at the Library or the Diner. Him and Teddy have had a moment to sit down and talk things out. Their friendship is slowly but surely on the mend. Teddy's told him he's more than welcome to get a free meal or two from the restaurant for him and Myles if they need it.

Freya Chamberlain ~ Has been helping the town rebuild where she can, this poor girl is not equipped for this. She is struggling.

Jim~ Spending most of his time with charlie. Helping her train but keeping her at arms length since the fight with Chris. Seeing Em like that has really messed with his head (Says a lot for a hit man). He left Em alone for the 12 days since (Leaving the Sweater was his way of closing the door on things). figuring Chris has told Em about him and Charlie. Even though they haven't hooked up since before the earthquake. He still wares his wedding band, his guilt heavier than ever.

Josie ~ Wants to throw hands with Sky Gumby for tossing the town like a salad right when things were get a little spicy with G in the woods. After crying at the state the library was in after the quake she has been helping where she can. On the flip side she has been distracting her want to jump G by cleaning up his grave sight to suprise him. As of the 13th of November she is 16 weeks pregnant (I hope I counted that right lol I have lost track besties, time is an illusion)

Damian ~ Bud is not okay (What's new). Loosing someone in the fire like Sammie has cause this boy so much guilt. He's felt he failed his town He's been numbing the main with his usual. Sex, booze, and drugs. To the untrained eye hes typical Damian but to those who really know him can tell how much worse he is.

Oliver ~ Came in to town on the 11th, still does not know about his daughter yet is still trying to get his barrings.

[maybeevilsdays]

Friends

Disclaimer: order is very random not based on closeness @audristarzz

The Hughes Family: met them throught Quinn when we started hanging out as friends. Ellen and Jim accepted me in the family immediately and weren't surprised when we told them Quinn and I got together. Jack and Luke act like older brothers with me

Lily-Rose and Johnny Depp: met them during a red carpet event, spent the night chatting together, me and Lily exchanged phone numbers. The next day she texted me to go to brunch, became closer in a couple of weeks. Johnny is very nice to me and treats me like part of the family

Dove Cameron: We auditioned for the same role once, talked in the waiting room and decided to stay in touch. She used to be my closest friend but after Cameron's death we drifted apart from each other's lives

Dylan O'Brian: met him at the airport, started talking and we hit it off immediately. We are each other's #1 supporters.

"Team Free Will 2.0": I met Jensen Ackles first. It was during a ComiCon in LA, he was with the Supernatural cast, and when I greeted him he recognized me from a video we were tagged on (fans think I could play his daughter in a movie/tv show); Jared said something about my energy on set and how much he is happy to see young actors having fun while working; Misha asked me if I was cosplaying Castiel (which I was) and laughed a little; Alex wasn't very talkative but he said he saw the trailer of one of my projects and he still has to watch it but he is sure I did great

Supernatural Cast: Met a couple of them (Mark Sheppard; Rob Benedict; Jeffrey Dean Morgan; Richard Speight JR; Jim Beaver; Ruth Connell; Felicia Day and Mark Pellegrino) in different moments of my life and they all were very nice and wished me the best in the entertnmeint.

Arata Mackenyu and Kento Yamazaki: worked with them between 2015 and 2018. They are both very nice and sarcastic, what is better is that both of them match my energy very well

OPLA Straw Hats: I met them during a party to watch and celebrate the live action series

Kamiki Ryunosuke: met him during a night out with Arata and Kento while we were at the karaoke. Treated us to chinese food (me, Arata and Kento tried to change his mind but failed)

Kim HyungSeo "BIBI": Met her by accident at a convinient store late at night. She helped me choose what to get because I couldn't make up my mind and had ice cream together. Met her again a couple of days later at a Korean BBQ resturant and kept in touch since

Timotheé Chalamet: Met him before knowing Lily, we weren't the closest buddies but we texted a couple of times a week. Became closer with time, even after he broke up with Lily (the break up was friendly and from both sides) and the one helping me with the Hailee's situation. I friendly call him "rat face" when he annoys me

Matthew Gray Gubler + Criminal Minds' Cast: met them during a ComiCon. I attended the show pannel and before it started bumped into Matthew and asked to take a picture together; as for the rest of the cast it was after the panel was over I waited to be the last one to take a picture with them and for the autographs. Some months later I posted an IG story where I took a picture of the pilot episode saying that I started another rewatch session and some of them liked it and commented. We are mostly "online" friends than irl friends as I like to describe it

Kardashians/Jenners: I am in their cyrcle of friends becuase of Timotheè. Kylie and Kendall are the ones I am closer with becuase of age; Kim, Khloe and Kourtney are like the older sisters I never had and knows everything as soon as it happens (Khloe is the best at giving advices); Kris is very nice with me and proud of my goals

[edgessunflower]

Hey there! Congrats on 304 followers! Could I please get a tree 🎄for stranger things, marvel, criminal minds and Pedro Pascal characters? I'm a straight female and my pronouns are she/her

I'm fairly introverted and it takes me a while to warm up to people. I love reading, my room is filled with stacks of books. I especially enjoy true crime, poetry and Russian literature!I adore adventures, witty and playful banter, pulling harmless pranks, joking around and having indepth discussions on anything and everything. I love helping out and people come to me to vent or for advice and comfort. I'd consider myself really smart and I'm very ambitious; I love being the best at everything I do. I daydream a lot and I'm a hopeless romantic! I enjoy all forms of art and I have quite a few creative hobbies! I'm 5'9 and I have long and curly dark brown hair and brown eyes. I dress mostly in relaxed suits, blazers and coats and I love the occasional dress or sweaters layered over a white button down! I'm a taurus sun, my mbti is infp I'm a ravenclaw!

Thank you very much! I hope you have a lovely day ❤️

Thank you! First I ship you with Derek Morgan! 😊

He always gets you some type painting or art gift whenever he is off on a case with the team even Penelope has painted a few little things from flowers and animals to a cartoon and anime portrait of you and derek making you smile

He loves whenever you wear a dress of course he loves seeing you in any and everything but when he sees you in a dress he might as well think he is in heaven with how beautiful you are reminding him of an angel

He never gets enough of how smart you are even if it's the most simplest of things when you had more to it that only few people would know

He always feels a sense of calm and somehow safety when he looks into your brown eyes that instantly make his worry and stresses melt away

He doesn't mind you being short but he will take a few chances to tease you for it but will make up for it by a sweet kiss

He likes to mindlessly play and run his fingers through your hair especially when he wakes up in the morning and you're still asleep next to him until you wake up

He loves how you never mind helping others whether it's listening to listening to them vent or just hugging them during a rough day

He loves how much of a hopeless romantic you are even if he thought it was ridiculous at first until he met you

Next I ship you with Jim Hopper! 🖤

He loves your helping and caring personality never minding to help the kids or him with anything at all no matter how crazy it is

Your brown eyes make him feel like home which he never understood until later on when he realized that no matter where the two of you were as long as you were with him that's what home is to him

He likes your hopeless romantic attitude always making him feel like a lovesick teenager most of the time instead of a head over heeled man

He likes running his fingers in your hair whether it's long or short wet or dry he doesn't care at all it not only comforts and grounds you but also it helped him sleep better other than you being there

He likes seeing you in different types of clothing but his personal favorites are you in dresses and in his clothes despite his being way too big for you

Every time he is stressed all he has to do is just look at you smiling or hold you in his arms and he feels better than he did before

He doesn't care about you being short or tall but he will always put you over his shoulder or do more than he needs to just to kiss you

He has met quite a few smart people some of them being the kids you both look after and took under your wings but you were one of the few people he can say was both crazy and scary smart with what you know of life and many other things

Now I ship you with Javi Gutierrez! 🧡

He likes you being a hopeless romantic even when the two of you got together you still showed love in a very raw yet unreal way from how much you loved him

He always feels his heart swell when you wear his clothes whether it's to sleep in or just to wear around the house the only other things he likes seeing you wear is anything that compliments your body and facial features

He is in awe of how smart you are with so many things whether it's things you like, the people you care about, quotes of movies, medicines, or life in general he is always a smiling mess listening to you

It doesn't matter if you're shorter or taller than him he will still carry you or lean you back while you dance together even if you are taller

He is always amazed how he managed to find and fall in love with such a truly beautiful kind and wonderful human as you when he sees you with family and friends especially

He is always looking at or in your brown eyes especially in the sun as he says that when the sun hits them it brings out your wonderful beautiful and your truly rare soul through your eyes

He never gets enough of running his hands or doing something with your hair whether it's braiding little parts of it, tucking small strands behind your ear while you sleep, or running his fingers through every strand when you shower together

He can never understand why but every time you massage his pulled or sore muscles only a few seconds later he is passed out asleep

And finally I ship you with T'challa! 💜

He always makes sure to hug and lift you from behind whether your short or tall at all

He likes your hopeless romantic type of behavior when it comes to love and he also responds the same way writing little notes and poems to you which you also respond

He is just purely and truly amazed by your smarts even bringing you with him and having you work with Shuri in the lab due to your high smarts

No matter the reason he is always doing traditional Wakandan hairstyles with your hair from braids, twists, ponytails, and many different types of cultural hairstyles

Speaking of hair he likes when you run your fingers through his hair and rub his scalp but he really loves running his fingers through your hair gently massaging your scalp even until you fall asleep unless your showering but he does it after you get out, dry off, and lay in bed

He feels like the luckiest man alive to not only have met and know you but that you chose him to be with you and love you for the rest of both of your lives

He likes seeing you in his clothes and traditional wakandan clothes always smiling so big when he sees you in the dress and headpiece of his country

He loves how your eyes show such emotion and feeling and how beautiful they are now understanding the phrase the eyes are the mirror to the soul cause every time he sees your brown irises he feels himself floating and falling in love again

[faiirytalcs]

MORGAN NEUER is based on MORPH from Treasure Planet. She is a 29 year old SHAPESHIFTER, PODCASTER, and uses she/they pronouns. They have the power of SHIFTING.

Important History

sometimes you go through your whole life without realizing that the one person you have listened to and followed was leading on a path you didn't want to be on - even worse, you didn't realize it was a bad path to be on until someone else pointed it out to you

morgan has always been a strong force and an excellent friend. someone who would take you at your word and fight until the end of the earth for you without ever questioning what you said

ethics and good or bad hardly mattered to morgan for a long time, they were much more preoccupied with whether or not they were having a good time

shapeshifting was both something she could literally do and something she figuratively did all the time depending on who was around. blending in was the easiest thing to do, almost as easy as breathing

in a way, morgan was entirely a contradiction - both living to stand out and born to blend in

things changed when she met jim and was able to get away from john silver. for so long they had been following john around, committing crimes and betraying people without thinking twice about it because it was all they knew

bad habits were hard to break, and she wasn't in any particular rush to break any of them. maybe they held back on lying and manipulating so blatantly but she had a lot of advantages and experience getting information, gathering secrets and getting into places she shouldn't be - why try to push those talents into a dark corner? Morgan would much rather let them see the light

a gossip through and through, morgan loves a secret and especially loves telling a secret that isn't theirs to other people. never maliciously but it just happens, she loves a gossip session, there's no other way to say it

since she can shapeshift and get into spots she shouldn't, sometimes that gossip holds a bit more weight than other petty things they overhears

their podcast is very similar to that of deux moi - celebrity focused for the most part and she's gained quite a hefty following. she doesn't touch on gossip in evermore for her podcast, the blog has that covered in their mind

although Morgan is making progress, she still isn't entirely sure who she is outside of john silver and her old life of crime. it's not like she's left that behind, but she has taken to journaling every day - okay, not every day but when she remembers - so she can figure out which thoughts are her own or which ones are someone else's that she pretends she thought of herself

it's hard to rebuild a personality this far into your existence but she's making an effort. turns out who she really is might be pretty similar to whatever she was made into

pink is absolutely the best color in the world and morgan will fight people on that - and they will get dirty if they have to. if you think pink is a girls color, GROW UP

morgan has never had an issue with confidence, ever. there might be some out there that think she should shrink herself ( and they could easily ) but why on earth would she ever want to deny the world everything that she is?

there are people who think that morgan isn't the smartest person, in fact, they tend to think that they're pretty aloof, airheaded and, well, dumb. that couldn't be further from the truth. sure, she'd been led by john to do some questionable things but morgan went willingly. they knew what they were doing

her moral compass is gray at best but that's what life was. you shouldn't try to make black and white out of gray - that's not how the world worked

APPEARANCE

Face Claim: megan stalter

Height: 5'6"

Build: curvy, plus-size

Eye Color: brown

Hair Color: dark brown

Piercings: ears

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits: dynamic, free-spirited, humorous, sociable

Negative Traits: compulsive, ostentatious, petty, superficial

Likes: homemade stew, montages, physical touch, stealing things that aren't theirs, gossip, everything pink, dressing up

Dislikes: strict rules, countdowns, the idea of blackholes, boring dress codes, forgetting their phone at home, confrontation, disloyalty

Phobias: batrachophobia

Hobbies: gossiping, pulling pranks, going to the spa

Aesthetic: getting lost in the gray of a black and white society, bitten painted nails, pink silk robes & fluffy slippers, never quite knowing who you are, constantly reinventing yourself, staying up all-night binge-watching reality tv, chilled rosé, being places you shouldn't

FAMILY

Mother: ???

Father: ???

Sibling(s): ???

Pet(s): n/a

[evermorehqs]

CATCHING MY BREATH, STARING OUT AN OPEN WINDOW

Morgan Neuer is based on Morph from Treasure Planet. She is a 29 year old shapeshifter, podcaster, and uses she/they pronouns. They have the power of shifting. Morgan is portrayed by Megan Stalter and she is open.

CATCHING MY DEATH, AND I COULDN’T BE SURE

There are times in life when people feel like they're being molded and formed into whatever the people around them want them to be - for Morgan, that was quite literal. An amorphous blob for more time than she'd care to admit, Morgan spent a lot of her time stirring up trouble and getting away with it because she could. It was easy to infiltrate conversations or situations and run away without having to worry about the consequences. Until she met John Silver. There was something about him that felt right, something that made her feel like they belonged (for better or for worse). He was a troublemaker at heart, just like them, and he let her get away with whatever she wanted just as long as she always listened to him. It was a nice existence until she got wise to the fact that he wasn't exactly what she thought he was. A wake up call. Morgan might have liked causing trouble and getting into things she shouldn't, but at their core, she had a good heart. Hurting people wasn't something she signed up for. It was hard after so many years, enough that they'd lost track of the exact amount, for her to stand up to her boss and confidant, but it had to happen. Adventuring with Jim came naturally, it was a breath of fresh air. They got into all kinds of mischief but even Morgan didn't see Evermore coming. By the time they were wise to the weird vibe of the town, it was too late! Trapped once again and this time, well, this time something even more bizarre happened. Morgan was no longer a blob but stuck as a human - they didn't love that but it did make it easy to fit in! Now that she couldn't wander the stars and create cute and fun chaos, she had to settle for creating harmless trouble in Evermore. She could still shift, thankfully, but nothing as insane as she used to get away with, and she used that to help Jim out in trying to get out of this place. The two were constantly on the job and when she wasn't trying to find a way out, she was behind a microphone stirring up trouble in whatever (legal) way she could. Where was the harm in spreading some gossip or posing hypotheticals that might shake things up? At the end of the day, Morgan wants to have fun and all the little tricks and pranks are harmless...probably.

I HAD A FEELING SO PECULIAR

❀ Mona Aguilar: Podcasting has become a great way for Morgan to get her mischief out there and she likes seeing what other podcasters are doing - specifically Mona ❀ Darwin Thornberry: Darwin has always been someone Morgan finds to be rather stuck-up and put together, which means they find particular joy out of trying to rile him up ❀ Tyler Toivonen: Outside of Jim, Tyler is easily the person Morgan has the most fun with. He's got energy for days and never says no to getting into some trouble

THAT THIS PAIN WOULD BE FOR EVERMORE

[thecreelcurse]

𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂

please message the main or place it in your application about wanting to fill any one of these connections.

TINA FERNANDES, JIM HOPPER, YOOJIN TAE, & RICK LIPTON are requesting wanted connections below...

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝟎𝟐:

-FOR: jim hopper ! -CHARACTER NAME/HOW THEY ARE CONNECTED: calvin powell & phil callahan ( jim’s deputies ) ! -FC SUGGESTIONS: rob morgan & john reynolds or whoever you want ! -GIVE US A BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF THE CONNECTION WANTED: they’ve been working together for years and as much as jim is pretty consistently exasperated with them, he’d do just about anything for his work family. they both put up with him when he was at his worst so jim tends to cut them some slack too. still, there’s plenty of good natured ribbing. maybe too much sometimes. flo certainly thinks so.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝟎3:

-FOR: yoojin tae. -CHARACTER NAME/HOW THEY ARE CONNECTED: close friends / partner. -FC SUGGESTIONS: any is fine!! -GIVE US A BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF THE CONNECTION WANTED: since yoojin was betrayed by someone she trusted & loved wholeheartedly & is in a new place entirely, she needs someone she can talk & vent to. they can either be a close friend or even a partner. it’ll take time for her, of course, but if they’re genuine & honest, she’ll love them with everything she has. only requirement is that they’re close to the same age (25).

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝟎4:

-FOR: rick lipton -CHARACTER NAME/HOW THEY ARE CONNECTED: ex wife -FC SUGGESTIONS: mandy moore, anne hathaway, alexis bledel, utp -GIVE US A BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF THE CONNECTION WANTED: rick was never the best husband, he takes after his father and was either too drunk to be with his wife or was too busy sleeping with other women to care about her at all. these two met when they were young, they were high school sweethearts, a pair that no one ever saw together, she was the straight a student and he was the dirtbag. not long after high school, he proposed, as he knew that she would be going off to college far from home and the pair got married soon after graduation. no one saw these two staying together long, given that they got married at such a young age, and they were right. years into the marriage, the neighbors always heard yelling coming from the couple as word of rick's infidelity to the woman he had once loved had spread and the two soon separated, leaving all of their stuff behind, a divorce not long after.

[voidvannie]

˗ˏˋ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐑 🦋🍀 ˎˊ˗

⋆✩⋆ ─── 🎶long drives, blue skies, straight to the horizon. dancing in the rain, even through all the lightening!🎶 - Always Been You, Michael Sanzone

⋆✩⋆ ─── series masterlist

⋆✩⋆ ─── pairing : luke hughes x charlotte lazar

⋆✩⋆ ─── main masterlist

𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙾𝚃𝚃𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚉𝙰𝚁. ┊

─── profile.ᐟ

FULL NAME CHARLOTTE JAMES LAZAR DATE OF BIRTH NOVEMBER 7, 2003 PLACE OF BIRTH SALMON ARM, CANADA NICKNAMES CHAR, CHARLIE, CJ, LOTTIE PREFERRED NAME CHARLIE ASTROLOGICAL SIGN SCORPIO LAST KNOWN ADDRESS SALMON ARM, CANADA CURRENT ADDRESS NEWARK, NEW JERSEY HEIGHT 5'6 EYE COLOR BLUE HAIR COLOR BROWN ❪NATURALLY❫, BLONDE TATTOOS NONE PIERCINGS EARS, HELIX, BELLY BUTTON, NOSE FAMILY CURTIS LAZAR, REANNE LAZAR, OWEN LAZAR CLOSEST FRIENDS CURTIS LAZAR, JACK HUGHES, DAWSON MERCER, NICO HISCHIER, BENSON BOONE, JADEN HOSSLER, MADISON LEWIS, TABITHA SWATOSH, KOUVR ANNON RELATIONSHIPS LUKE HUGHES ❪ 2023 ❫, RYAN PATTERSON ❪ EX BOYFRIEND ❫ INSTAGRAM @/CHARLIE_LAZAR FACE CLAIM ASHLEY MAE BESSON

─── favorites.ᐟ

FAVORITE ANIMAL KITTENS FAVORITE DRINK APPLE JUICE FAVORITE FOOD PIZZA FAVORITE COLOR BLUE & SAGE GREEN FAVORITE SEASON SUMMER FAVORITE HOLIDAY CHRISTMAS FAVORITE HOCKEY TEAM NEW JERSEY DEVILS, BOSTON BRUINS, DALLAS STARS FAVORITE MOVIES MARVEL MOVIES, THE NOTEBOOK, THE MAXMZE RUNNER SERIES FAVORITE ACTORS/ACTRESSES JOE KEERY, JUSTIN BIEBER, TOM HOLLAND, JENNIFER LOVE HEWITT, MEGAN FOX, RUDY PANKOW FAVORITE SINGERS TATE MCRAE, BILLIE EILISH, JUSTIN BIEBER, KELSEA BALLERINI, SHAWN MENDES, MORGAN WALLEN, JESSIE MURPH, BENSON BOONE FAVORITE TV SHOWS TEEN WOLF, STRANGER THINGS, THE VAMPIRE DIARIES, OUTER BANKS

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─── extra facts.ᐟ

𝜗𝜚 Charlotte is going to NYU for film and photography.

𝜗𝜚 The New Jersey Devils team often lets her film and take pictures of the players for her classes.

𝜗𝜚 Her loves the color green, but ONLY sage green.

𝜗𝜚 She use to live in New York, but when Curtis was drafted to the Devils, she moved in with him in New Jersey.

𝜗𝜚 She started a YouTube channel in 2019 with the name ❛Life With Charlie❜ where she post daily vlogs of her life and often collabs in LA with various other YouTubers and TikTok stars.

𝜗𝜚 She absolutely adores her nephews Owen and Cayden. Owen is definitely an auntie’s boy.

𝜗𝜚 She’s really shy when you first meet her, but it takes no time for her to warm up to you.

𝜗𝜚 When she first met the Devils, Jack actually freaked her out with the amount of talking he had done with her.

𝜗𝜚 Her brother is super overprotective and always tries to scare boys away from her ❪ which she’s really grateful for at times ❫

𝜗𝜚 She met Benson Boone during a trip to LA and the two instantly hit it off, becoming best friends.

𝜗𝜚 She loves to read and sometimes gets lost in another world when she’s ready.

𝜗𝜚 She’s always wanted to fall in love in the rain.

𝜗𝜚 When she gets nervous, she bakes a ton which results in her making goodie bags for the team.

𝜗𝜚 When she flirts with someone or finds someone attractive, she always giggles and twirls her hair around her finger.

𝜗𝜚 When she meets Luke, she’s instantly playing with her hair and giggling while the youngest Hughes boy is grinning widely as his brother watches on with a look of disbelief on his face.

𝜗𝜚 Despite the playful banter that goes on between Luke and Curtis, he’d rather Luke date his little sister rather than Jack or anyone else on the team.

𝜗𝜚 She makes sure she attends as many Devil’s games as she possibly can to support her boys.

𝜗𝜚 Out of everyone on the team, Jack is definitely her best friend.

𝜗𝜚 She wants to meet actor, Dylan O’Brien.

𝜗𝜚 She’s a natural brunette but she dyes her hair blonde.

𝜗𝜚 When her and Luke begin dating, Ellen and Jim fell in love with her.

𝜗𝜚 Quinn instantly begins treating Charlotte like his sister, and the two often find themselves making fun of the other two Hughes brothers when they’re all together.

𝜗𝜚 She has a group chat between herself and the three Hughes brothers.

𝜗𝜚 Luke absolutely loves that his brothers love his girlfriend.

𝜗𝜚 One day, before they are dating, it’s raining and the boys are at practice, Charlotte having joined for the day, and remember that she has always wanted to fall in love in the rain, Luke instantly pulls her into the parking lot where he kisses her for the first time.

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─── charlie’s aesthetic.ᐟ

─── charlie’s closet.ᐟ

─── charlie’s bedroom.ᐟ

[mischiefxmanagcd]

get   to   know   the   mun.

tagged   by: @prettytragcdies

tagging:     @crispyblonde , @azrahel , @airplanecrushed and whoever else wants to do it!!

what’s   your   phone   wallpaper:  My kiddos

what’s   the   last   song   you   listened   to:   You Oughta Know by Alanis Morrisette

what   book   are   you   currently   reading:   The Book of Cold Cases by Simone St. James

what’s   the   last   film   you   watched:   Don’t Hang Up

what’s   the   last   series   you   watched:   Catching up on Chicgao Med

what   are   you   craving:   a vacation

what   are   you   wearing: shorts and a tank

how   tall   are   you: five feet five inches

do   you   have   any   piercings   /   tattoos:   no, but i wanna tattoo

do   you   wear   glasses   /   contacts:  glasses cause i’m blind

what   was   the   last   thing   you   ate: some slim jims

what   is   your   favourite   colour/s:  Pink and Purple

what   is   your   current   obsession/s:  having another baby. scary movies

do   you   have   any   pets:   two puppers

do   you   have   a   crush:   as long as it counts that it’s on my husband lol

who   is   your   favourite   fictional   character/s:   Bobby Nash, Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan, Jay Halstead, Mark Sloan and a million more

where   was   the   last   place   you   travelled:  It was actually to Texas when I went on vacation to South Padre Island and actually met Laura in person!

[monroe-has-issues]

I used to work in what can only be described as an alley way. It was an alley way with a bar, a complete shithole. The whole place smelt like burnt hair and public toilets, and would quite often have dried alcohol and blood on the floor and surfaces from the night/weekend before.

Not to say I didn't have fun there, I did! I started there in 2013 when I was 14 years old, and till 2020 it was run by a guy we'll call Phil. Phil was and is to this day the stangest man I have ever met, a tax cheat and pathological liar. He would repeat over and over again the same old stories, that included the one where he 'fell out of an airplane when he was in the airforce and his parachute didn't open and he broke all the bones in his lower hlf and that's why he's shorter than average' which wierdly enough clashes with the time period he apparently worked for Morgan Freeman as personal security. ><

He was most definetely the biggest pain in the ass but unlike the current boss of the bar he would at least pay us.

The new/current guy, we'll call him Eugene (look up 'my name is Eugene' on youtube) he looks like him lol, anyway, this guy is THE biggest manchild I have ever had the misfortune of meeting. Got politely asked to leave his previous job due to stalking females and never washing. And I am for some reson still sorta his friend. Mostly cuz I don't work there anymore and therefore don't have to constantly deal with his shit. And he knows full well that me and my sister would fill him in if he ever tried shit lol.

He has failed to pay his staff (bar, door and other) and suppliers for months on end now, he is down to four members of staff (not inlcuding security on weekends) including himself. Quite a few people only stayed for a month!

I worked for him and his previous two business partners for 5 years in total (in two different places) and all of them are nuts.

Eugene is the better of the two admittedly, Jim and Kaylie. Jim stole all the staffs taxes and fucked us over with HMRC for life and Kaylie dated her manager, broke up, everything was messy awkward and crazy stressful for weeks. She was also my ex girlfriend, and would often try and convince me to get with her when she started dating a new girl who was around 19 at the time (Kaylie being 30 something). She would trauma dump on us all the time whilst working and intimidated my friends and family when we fell out. She also quit on the stop pretty much when she was a business partner leaving Eugene in the shit.

A truly warped place with some truly warped people, If you want more alley way bar stories let me know, cuz there are loads! And they're all pretty messed up and crazy lol. Yours

-Monroe

[mwsa-member]

The Spirit to Soar: Inspiring Life Lessons and Values for a Victorious Life by Jim Petersen, PhD

MWSA Review Pending  

Author's Synopsis

 On January 23rd, 1967, Lt. Colonel Barry Bridger and his copilot, Dave Grey, launched a mission over Vietnam in their Phantom F-4 fighter jet in treacherous weather. It was Colonel Bridger’s 75th mission and the only one he had attempted in the daylight hours. 

Suddenly, his plane was split in half by a ground-to-air missile. He and Grey ejected while the plane was going 600 miles per hour and began their descent into the unknown below. When Bridger finally landed on terra firma, he found the North Vietnamese army waiting for him. They arrested him and Grey and checked them into The Hanoi Hilton—a place designed to break the spirit of all who entered. 

Barry Bridger survived that hellish experience and even thrived. He will tell you without any hesitation that it was his deeply held values that made it possible to withstand the torture he and his fellow prisoners of war were subjected to. 

The Spirit to Soar (Morgan James Books, February 2022) was conceived by Bridger’s good friend and colleague, Jim Petersen. When they met some thirty years ago, Petersen knew right away that Barry was special. The following quote from Bridger gives you a glimpse into Barry’s remarkably optimistic mindset: 

“In Vietnam, I solved more problems with nothing than I did with something because I had control of my mind, similar to what I had experienced as an orphan. We got to the point of doing so much with so little, we figured we could do everything with nothing. That’s where the happiness factor comes in. That’s why POWs were happy. I was never, ever sad. I wasn’t sitting around crying because of my circumstances.” 

Bridger’s harrowing experiences in Vietnam prepared him to be successful in every phase of his life. Instead of tearing him down, his worst enemies actually built him up! All because he refused to have even one bad day, no matter how much they tried to make it so. In fact, Bridger and his comrades had great fun befuddling their North Vietnamese captors; you will probably find yourself laughing at the antics they engaged in to infuriate their captors. 

“Here is the legacy I want to leave to my family: I would remind them to live by this model: first and foremost, to obtain virtue, which means you sacrifice your own private approach to life for the greater good.” 

It has been more than fifty years since The Hanoi Hilton, and Barry still hasn’t had a single bad day. His is a successful marriage to the love of his life, Sheila. He raised two successful children who adore him. He had a successful career in the financial services industry and is constantly reinventing himself. He is blessed with a great reputation and a host of friends who love and admire him. He has no regrets. 

Barry Bridger has soared. Jim Petersen shares life lessons learned from Barry’s life in this book which will inspire you, too, to rise above your darkest hours and be your best. Not with some ivory-tower, theoretical mumbo jumbo. But with real life lessons drawn from the life of a real, live American hero.

Format(s) for review: Paper and Kindle

Review Genre: Nonfiction—Memoir/Biography

Number of Pages: 247

Word Count: 69,357

[lxvenderhxzehv]

Chris was finally getting back to normal. He was finally getting somewhere with all the packing he needed to do to move in with Em. When there was a forceful Knock at the door he jumped. Jim? No he would just let himself in, Morgan? He had just talked to her there was no reason for her knock like that.

Chris made his way to the door and came face to face with a Man he had never met before. "Yeah, I'm Chris...Wh-" Then the color left his face, his hear beating out of his chest. "E- Emma's broth-...I-" He needed to catch his breath. "Uh, come in I guess." Chis could feel his whole body shaking as he stepped aside.

Was it a bit much to be showing up at this guy's place unannounced? Probably. But given James had lost his sister for a year, he wasn't about to let any more time pass. Not letting himself have any more doubts, he rapped on the door of an apartment, foot tapping as he waited.

As soon as a man opened the door, James raised a brow. "You Chris Winters? I'm James. Emma's brother. I wanna talk."

@lxvenderhxzehv

[lord-rosenth0rne]

When Jim met Morgan Pt 1

Continuing on with the Morgan Nightingale(Morgana)/Jim Starling drama, or beginning with it, anyway. 

I have a series of events planned out during the time they were working together to further explain what went on behind the scenes. 

Morgan and Elmo (Megavolt’s actor) were theater partners in college and beyond until Elmo left for Hollywood. When there was an opening for a love interest, Elmo immediately snatched up a script and tracked down Morgan who had already been on a hiatus from acting to raise her little girl. 

Part 2 here.

(Also Elmo and Quackerjack’s actor are dating on the down-low during all of this. Their romance was more of a slow burn and they’re still together to this day.)

“Ooooh, I don’t know, Sparky. Television is a big leap from live theater. I don’t even know how you were able to do it so easily. What if I mess it up? What if the rest of the public doesn’t like me? What if I don’t do a good enough job for the role?”

“Nonsense, Morgan! This part was practically made for you- by people who probably don’t know your work… But I thought of you the moment I read the script! And if you mess up, they’ll either let you do it again or edit it out. It’s no big deal! I’ll be there too for emotional support. I mean, I AM a reoccurring villain for the show!”

“That’s sweet of you, but… what about Mina? She’s still so young. I’ve been putting off returning to acting in general at least until she’s in school.”

“I’ll watch Mina if your audition goes well,” a soft, clear German accent rang out. “You should try to expand your horizons, my darling. I think this will be a good experience for you. Go show the world how wonderful you are.”

“Oh, Rodrick… You know what? Let’s do it!”

The conversation of her auditioning for the Darkwing Duck role “Morgana Macawber” churned in her head on the way to the studio. Her old theater partner, Elmo “Sparky” Sputterspark, had tracked her down to deliver the script in hopes that she would get the part. After reading it, Morgan fell in love with Morgana’s character and, with a gentle nudge from her husband, decided to go with her friend to audition.  She elected to go in with her long dark hair pulled back in a low ponytail under a wide-brimmed red hat while wearing a red double-breasted trench-style jacket with a belt, black dress pants and heeled boots: the color scheme noted in the script. In truth, she looked as if she had stepped out of a detective novel.

Her fingers gripped the seat of the golf cart as they approached the building where it was to take place. The ride over was pleasant enough. She and Sparky were going over the script with Sparky delivering the best Darkwing Duck impression he could which resulted in hysterical laughter but the moment they passed onto the studio property, a sense of dread filled Morgan and the laughter stopped. Sparky drove up to the lot and parked the golf cart.

“Here we are!”

“I-I haven’t auditioned for anything since before I found out I was pregnant with Mina…” she grumbled under her breath and began to sink in her seat with her eyes on the building number. “I don’t know if I can do this… I-I’m out of practice...”

One of her hands was pried off the seat and held between Sparky’s which patted the back of it.

“It’ll come back to you. Just like riding a bike. You can do this. If you can belt out “Defying Gravity” to a full house with visiting royalty in attendance, you can audition for a small group. Trust me, they are waaay less judgy than the theater crowd.” he reassured her. “Or at least, from my experience anyway. Come on. I bet Jim’s here too to see  how well the actresses work with him.”

Sparky stepped out of the golf cart only to look back to see Morgan clinging to the interior. Her head snapped to him looking like a deer caught in headlights.

“Wait, Jim Starling’s here too?”

“Maybe, but you’d still have to meet with him anyway. You are auditioning for Darkwing’s love interest after all.”

“... I’ll just wait out here…”

“Morgan, I promise, he’s not going to bite.”

After the forty-somethingth audition, Jim looked like he was about to bite. He was now slumped down in his seat with over two dozen disposable coffee cups littered around him and an irritated scowl as the last auditioner left. He had been reading the same scene over and over. Beside him were three people who were tasked with casting Morgana Macawber.

“What did you think of that one?”

“Clear, strong voice. Seems to have an idea of who she’s portraying but delivery was a bit weak.”

“What do you think, Mr. Starling? Any thoughts on her?”

“No, and I would like to go home now!” Jim pushed himself up in his chair to stand. “You yahoos can do this without me!”

“Well, we wanted to see if you had chemistry with any of the actresses who auditioned so-”

“Pfft, ‘chemistry’. Like that has anything to do with acting.” he rolled his eyes as he grabbed his things and stormed toward the door. “Just pick one and get it over with! I’ve got better things to do with my time!”

“But we have a couple of more-” the head casting director tried to say but Jim disappeared through the doorway. “Aaaand he’s gone. Great. Well, I guess we can continue on without him.”

“You know he’s going to complain about anyone we pick, right?” another commented. “He’s done that with half of the cast already.”

“Yeah… I know.”

It took a little coaxing on Sparky’s part to get Morgan to release the golf cart and into the studio but by some miracle, he did it. On the way to the auditioning room, Sparky showed Morgan the sets and costumes to try to calm her down, as well as the costume ideas they had for Morgana that were hanging up in the seamstress’ area.

“Ooooh, so they’re going for the Morticia/Elvira/Lily Munster vibe. I love it!” Morgan gasped. “I hope I can look as good as them in such a dress after having a little one.”

“You look like you haven’t even had any kids, Morg,” Sparky laughed as he put an arm around her. “Besides, Lily and Morticia are mothers after all and still rock the dresses they wear.”

“I guess that’s true.” she snickered.

“Come on, we have to head this way-”

Movement out of the corner of his eye made Sparky’s head perk up to see Jim heading toward the studio door with a sour look on his face.

“Oh! Wait, there’s Jim! Jim!” Sparky called out, waving to his co-star. He took Morgan’s hand and rushed over. Jim glanced up only to roll his eyes.

“Great. I’m kinda in the middle of leaving-!” he called back but was stopped by the Megavolt actor.

“I see that, but I wanted you to meet someone first!” Sparky grinned, pulling Morgan into view. Jim’s face immediately fell leaving his mouth agape as Morgan gave a nervous smile and shifted some. “This is Morgan Nightingale, my old theater friend! She’s here to audition for Morgana!”

“Pleased to meet you,” Morgan offered a hand to Jim but he didn’t take it. He only continued to stare with a dumbstruck look. A frosted border framed his view of her and her voice became muffled as the woman withdrew her hand with a concerned look. “Ah… are-are you okay, Mr. Starling?”

A sound much like a squeaky toy being strangled to death escaped Jim’s throat with his mouth opening and closing several times in a struggle to actually say something.

“Hello? Earth to Jim! Come in, Jim!” Sparky waved a hand in front of the actor’s face then placed a hand under his chin. “Huh… Guess he’s had a long day. Let’s, ah, let’s get onto the audition and check up on him later.”

Morgan nodded, glancing between the men.

“Well, it was nice meeting you!” Morgan chuckled then followed her friend in the direction Jim had just come from. “Hope we have the chance to work together!”

Sparky paused to allow Morgan to catch up and she thumbed over her shoulder at Jim who had turned to watch them leave.

“He’s going to be okay, right?”

“Yeah, he’s fine. He does his own stunts after all. Maybe he hit his head one too many times.” Sparky flicked his hand.

“Wait, seriously?”

“Either that, or it’s love at first sight!” Sparky teased.

“Oh stop!”

Jim stood there in an intoxicated trance, his mind trying to process the woman he just met. His heart slammed against his chest, threatening to burst out to chase after her. “Woah, mama…” was all he could muster before stumbling back to the room he just left.

The three at the table stood the moment they laid eyes on Morgan. Sparky didn’t have to introduce her. They already recognized her which surprised both of them. The three had erupted in absolute gushing.

“Morgan Nightingale! You’re auditioning for this part?!”

“Please say you are! Ugh, you were wonderful in the Phantom of the Opera!”

“And in the King and I!”

“Don’t forget Wicked! You nailed Elphaba’s part to a T!”

Morgan looked startled at first before smiling and giving a small nod.

“Thank you. I didn’t expect anyone here to know who I was,” she admitted softly as she wrung her script some. “But I would like to audition if that is okay?”

“Okay?! That would be more than okay! Please, go ahead and-!” the head casting director started but paused at the sight of Jim drunkenly stumbling into the room and back to his seat. The director’s demeanor changed to a colder, quieter tone. “I thought you left.”

Jim shook his head hard, sat up in his seat properly and placed his elbows on the table while clearing his voice. “Nah, I just thought I’d stay for… one more…” he turned his gaze to Morgan with a smile. His mood picked up considerably which made the casting crew glance among each other and smirk. Jim grabbed his script and thumbed through the pages quickly. “Miss… Nightingale, was it? Let’s… ah… Let’s try acting out the scene where Darkwing meets Morgana…”