#derek x ivy

[romancemedia]

Cartoon Romances + Cradle in My Arms

[diva-calderu]

Stiles Stilinski x Derek Hale

Harlivy AU

For anon

[ijustreallylikepirates]

DCCOCE2 !!! 🗣️💥❗️

-“Diego has a thing for British guys” THEYRE GONNA KISS EACH OTHER

-oop Isabel is giving villain I love her

-TRISTAN MY BABY I LOVE YOU

-why are we doing straight yoga bro

-LMAO THE WINK AT SPENCER WHEN HE SAIF LIFT YOUR RIGHT LEG HES GETTING FREAKY WITH IT

-I ship Ivy and zaid bro

-“sorry there was a bug” THAT WAS A FLY BRO

-he’s actually so real for that tho

-this bitch is eating straight leaves right now

-ok idk if this was just my iPad glitching but zaid’s laugh never came out

-bro just made the motion it looked so goofy 😭🙏🏻

-HE HAS LESBIAN MOMS OH YEAH

-Amelie get out

-HANNAH YOU ATE

-“don’t you get tired of being an asshole” PREACH GIRL

-SHES AN ORPHAN

-NAH THE LORE DROP IS CRAZY

-aw she’s hugging Marissa she wants her

-WHAT WAS WITH THE CYMBALS WHEN NATALIA SHRUGGED GET OUT

-not Isabel calling her a raccoon 💀

-I love how Anastasia cares about Marissa because she got badmouthed once bro

-Alessio x Logan ???

-Alessio just like me

-“hella sus” PLEASE BRO YOURE SO CRINGE 😭🙏🏻

-aw little Alessio

-trevek you are not kung fu panda bro

-AW DEREKS LITTLE TWINKLY EYES THEYRE SO GAY I LOVE THEM

-bro Logan womp womp this is disventure camp man you’re gonna hit some girls

-please tell me the baby is not traumatized

-I’ll cry

-wait hear me out on young Richard guys

-OMG I LOVE THE PICS OF HIM AND HIS FAMILY

-“what she’s an ass” PRESCH ANASTASIA

-WHY DID HE MOAN LIKE THAT

-LMAO BRO GOT BENT

-ALESSIO SCOOTING AWAY FROM TED LMAO

-omg I love how Anastasia is standing up to Lynda for Marissa

-smells kind of lesbian in here

-bros been playing poker since he was a kid 💀

-“this painting is me” bruh really how did you not see that

-YES GET TED OUT

-THE WAY TED SNATCHED LYNDA LMAO

-THE WAY ISABEL PRAYED LMAO

-NO ALESSIO

-WHY BRO HOW

-COME BACK MY BABY

-IT COULDVE BEEN TEDDDD

-I want alessio and Logan to kiss right now

-thank you Marissa

-“I mean who doesn’t” I KNEW YOU WANTED LOGAN YOU LIKE HIS SPICY ABS

BRO THIS MADE ME MAD

WHY ALESSIO BRO DIDNT EVEN GIVE HIM A CHANCE

ALESSIO WANTS TO KISS LOGAN SO BAD

OK TRISTAN YOU GOT THIS BABY

[lillysdreaminnn]

Labyrinth.

Labyrinth; introduction.

Pairing; aaron hotchner x fem!oc

Words; 2.2k

Summary; Ivy got accepted to fill the empty place in the behavioural analysis unit - what she's been after her whole life - and meets her boss and colleagues for the first time.

Warnings; swearing, Derek being Derek, JJ being a little shit here and there (but we love her 🫶🏻), not proofread, i suck at warnings that's all ive got :)

A/n; hi! I decided to post my fic on here too! You can also find it on wattpad under the name Oceanbringerr (my dad picked it out 💀). It's my first fic 🫢 comments and reblogs are heavily appreciated and I hope you enjoy 🫶🏻🫶🏻

"So, do you think I'm hired?" Ivy muttered, fixing her blazer for what seemed to be the fifteenth time. April just shot her a glare, basically scolding her.

 "Okay babe; relax. You've been after this your whole life. You got this, I promise you honey." April tried to reassure her sister once again, watching her mess with her outfit more - messing it up even more.

 "Ivy, I swear to fucking God if you mess with your blazer one more time I will murder you." Violet, the eldest of the family, yelled as she shot up from her spot on Ivy's bed. She stormed over to her sister, forcefully fixing the blazer and top.

 "You're beautiful, honey." She said, a lot calmer this time. "I don't want him to employ me just because I'm beautiful." Ivy scoffed at her two sisters, putting her hair up in a slick ponytail, wanting to seem as serious as she felt about all this.

"So you haven't even met your boss yet?" Violet asked, popping a piece of chocolate in her mouth after she sat back down on Ivy's - once - perfectly made bed.

 "No, not yet. I only met section chief Erin Strauss... She seemed... Fine?" Ivy said with a soft laugh, turning back to her sisters who shot her a thumbs up. "Anyway, I have to go. Don't eat all of these, your date will go perfectly fine, plus you have seven more hours to stress about it." The girl snatched the chocolate away from her sister, smiling as Violet whined like a child.

 "Fine. Have fun!" The oldest sister called out after the youngling - in Violet's very words - as she ran out the door.

 Blasting some music in her car, Ivy was quick to arrive at the bureau. She took a moment to herself, staring at the building in complete and utter awe, telling herself that she finally made it. After all those years of pure blood, sweat and tears - maybe even literally - she was finally there.

 Taking a deep breath, she put her name-tag on and walked inside the huge building with a box of her stuff. She was greeted by the usual lovely agents she always passed as she made her way to the elevators, pressing the number eight.

 "Hold the doors!" A voice called out, making Ivy put her hand between the doors to keep them from shutting. Once the sensor got her hand, the doors re-opened, revealing a tall, strong man.

 He's handsome. Ivy thought to herself, smiling politely at him.

 "Thank you." He smiled at her, holding a cup of coffee in his left hand. "You're new here?" He asked Ivy, making her look up at him. "Uh, not exactly. I've just been promoted to the behavioural analysis unit." She said with a smile.

 She thought she was bragging, but she had every right to; she had been chasing after this her entire life.

 The man smiled, making Ivy smile a little wider too. "So you're the new recruit, huh? Nice to meet you, I'm Derek Morgan." He introduced himself, making Ivy almost drop her stuff. Of course she had heard of Derek Morgan. Who hadn't?

 The specialist on obsessional crimes.

 "It's very nice to meet you, Derek." Ivy offered him another friendly smile, since she was holding a pretty heavy box in her arms. "I take it you're meeting Hotch today." He laughed a little at Ivy's worried expression.

 "Yup." She nodded, her polite smile never faltering. "He's not as scary as he seems. He likes to play it tough, but he's very nice." Derek said as the two walked out of the elevators and into the bullpen.

"Good luck and welcome to the team, agent." Derek said with a small smile as he walked to his desk, leaving Ivy lost.

 "Staircase, first door to your right." A girly voice called from next to her, making her head snap towards the blonde woman next to her. Finally a familiar face.

 "Hi JJ." Ivy smiled, wrapping her free arm around the girls waist, as she hugged Ivy back with a similar smile. "Hi honey. Let me take you to Hotch, he's been quite stressed as well." JJ said with a laugh, leading Ivy to their boss's office.

 She knocked on the door and waited for the green light, so they could walk inside. When they did get the green light, JJ opened the door, Ivy standing behind her like a lost child.

 "Hey, Hotch. Look who's here." JJ said, making the man look up from his papers, a subtle scowl on his face. The scowl disappeared when his eyes landed on the terrified girl behind JJ.

 Jesus Christ, man up Ivy. You're a full blown FBI agent, for fuck's sake.

 "You must be agent Monroe." Said Hotch, as he got up from his chair, stretching his hand out to Ivy, who gladly gave him a handshake with a smile.

 "It's very nice to meet you, sir." She said, using both hands to hold her box again. JJ had left the two be, shutting the door behind her as well. Hotch motioned for Ivy to sit, which she did after putting her box next to her feet.

 "Strauss told me all about you and your achievements and I have to admit; I'm surprised. In the best way, of course." Hotch said looking down at some files and then back up at Ivy.

 He's stressed.

 The files on his desk had nothing to do with Ivy and she knew it. He looked down because of the awkwardness in the room, which didn't take a profiler to notice.

 "Thank you, sir. I'm very honoured to be here." She said, a small smile on her face as well. Derek told her Hotch looked - and she quotes - 'scary' but to her he seemed just fine. Maybe a little intimidating, but that's about it.

 After a very in depth talk about the job and some of Ivy's accomplishments, Ivy was cleared to go set up. With a polite handshake, she picked up her box and started heading out, when Hotch's voice stopped her.

 "Oh and please; call me Hotch. We're collegues now."

 Ivy smiled and nodded, mumbling a soft 'bye' as she shut the door behind herself. She made her way down to the bullpen and found the desk Hotch had told her about, placing her box on it and sighing. She took a moment to look around, smiling to herself.

 "Meeting with the boss went well?" Derek's voice rang out of nowhere, making Ivy slightly jump. "You're jumpy for an FBI agent." He joked, making Ivy laugh. "I'm not gonna fight that." She chuckled, staring to set up on her desk.

 "Need any help?" Derek offered and before a woman scoffed with a laugh, "Let the poor girl set up her stuff before you start flirting." A woman with raven black hair said, laughing a little.

 Damn, why's everyone so fine in here?

 "Hey, I wasn't flirting! I was just... offering a helping hand to the newbie." Derek defended himself, making the woman laugh again as she shook her head. "Don't mind him, he's a flirt but a really nice guy. Hi, I'm Emily Prentiss." Emily stretched a hand out to Ivy.

 Ivy gladly shook her hand while politely smiling at her. "Nice to meet you, Emily, I'm Ivy." She said, making Emily smile as well.

 "Very pretty name." Emily chuckled, making Ivy's cheeks turn a dusty pink. "Thank you." Ivy said with a smile, staring to set up her stuff on her desk.

 Derek was sat in his spinny chair while Emily was standing, both watching the younger agent set up her office. "Do you need anything?" Ivy laughed awkwardly, as the two agents basically ogled at her. "Sorry, you just look so much like JJ..." Derek said, sounding as confused as he looked.

 "We're second cousins." Ivy laughed, stopping her movements so she could look at the two with an amused smile. "Oh my God! You're the Ivy she talks about!" Emily realised, pointing a finger at Ivy, who was horribly trying to hold back her laughter.

 "That's me" She said, motioning to herself.

 "I pictured you a redhead." Emily mumbled, mainly to herself, but Ivy heard and chuckled.

 "It's the name."

 "It's the DC villain."

 "Maybe both."

 "Both." Both women nodded, a similar grin on their faces.

 Derek just sat confused, watching the two women talk as if they had known each other for ages. "I'm very confused." He commented, mumbling to himself, "You look confused." Emily pointed out as Derek scoffed jokingly.

 "I do not." He defended himself.

 "Why's Derek confused?" A tall, scrawny boy asked as he walked by, sitting across Ivy's desk. God damnit, he's cute too.

 "Oh fuck you."

 Ivy could only laugh at the sibling-like interaction between Emily, Derek and the boy - who seemed awfully young to be witnessing such horrors the BAU saw daily. "Because; Spencer, this is Ivy. The cousin JJ always talks about." Emily introduced, making Spencer nod with a side smile.

 "JJ talks about you very often. I always pictured you a redhead, though." Spencer said with a chuckle, making Ivy smile. He was indeed very cute.

 "Well, I'm obviously a blonde. But I've been thinking about changing it up a li-"

 "Don't even finish that sentence missy." JJ's voice called out suddenly, making Ivy groan. "Why do you always spawn so randomly? Does the universe put money in the slot or something?" Ivy mumbled, making Derek laugh subtly.

 "Ivy, you remember how it went last time you tried to dye your hair." JJ laughed, sitting on her cousin's desk with a smile eerily identical to Ivy's, who just smiled softly and looked down to her feet.

 "How'd it go?" Emily asked with a curious smile.

 "Miss Monroe here had greenish hair for like a month." Ivy shot her cousin a glare, trying to hold back her own laughter. Eventually she gave in and started laughing as well, shaking her head a little.

 "Yeah okay, it was a disaster. Something went wrong with the dye and I ended up with green hair." Ivy explained, everyone laughing at the mental picture of their new friend with green hair.

 Ivy continued setting up her desk while chatting with the rest of the team, getting to know them better. Ny the end of their shifts, they had done their work and even tried to help Ivy but she wouldn't let them.

 "Go home, Emily." Ivy said with a laugh as Emily sighed in defeat. "Fine. But text me when you get home." The raven haired woman said, patting Ivy's shoulder as a goodbye gesture.

 It was nine when Emily left, leaving Hotch and Ivy alone.

 Two hours later, Hotch exited his office, seeking some caffeine to keep him up for the ridiculous amount of paperwork he had for some reason, when he spotted his new agent. "She's still here?" He mumbled to himself, surprised that Ivy was there.

 He shrugged it off and made his way to the coffee machiene, deciding to leave the girl be for now. That was all out the window when he saw the exhaustion in her face when she lifted her head from her paperwork to sip her own coffee.

 So he decided to be a good boos and check on her.

 "Hey, Monroe. You alright?" He asked, reaching her desk.

 Ivy looked up from her files and smiled at Hotch, nodding her head. "Yeah, I just want to get these out of the way so I have less for tomorrow." She said with a soft smile, making Hotch smile too.

 She's interesting.

 "What are you still doing here?" Ivy asked back, as Hotch sighed and rubbed his eyes, "Chief duties." He said with a faint smile, making Ivy giggle. "It's eleven at night." Ivy pointed out, a soft smile on her face.

 "Your point?"

 "It's too late to work."

 "You're working too."

 "Not for long." Ivy smirked, tapping her pen shut and putting her hair up, "I'm officially done with these, plus if I stay an other minute awake I actually think I'll go crazy." She chuckled, taking the thick stack of files in her arms.

 "I'll take them to my office, don't worry about it; go home." Hotch said, putting the full coffee mug down on Ivy's desk as he reached for the papers. "It's fine, Hotch, honestly." Ivy tried to stop him, but he insisted.

 "You look exhausted, Monroe. Leave those to me and go rest." Ivy gave up and sighed with a smile, "Fine." She passed the files over to Hotch, who easily held them up with one hand while Ivy needed both.

 Damn.

 Ivy sighed and put her coat on, placing her bag over her shoulder. She finished off her coffee and threw away the papercup, while making sure she got everything she needed. Once she gathered the last of her things, she walked to the doors about to leave when a voice called out to her.

 "Goodnight Monroe." Hotch's voice called out, not even looking at her as he opened the door to his office.

 "Goodnight Hotch." Ivy chuckled, shaking her head as she walked to the elevators, calling it a day finally.

[kozorus]

SNAGGLETOOTH.

pairing : stiles stilinski x original fem character. setting : season one.

YOU ARE THE LAND I GREW UP IN.

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ONE. STRAY DOG

October, 2002. 

Matilda clings tightly onto her mother’s arm. The frown on her face must be contagious or perhaps she’s being mocked, because Sebastian takes one look at her and pulls his eyebrows downwards and together, lips in a big pout that makes him look a little like a cartoon. Matilda simply looks aside, burying her face on her mother’s expensive blouse. 

“Come on, Mat! You’re gonna have fun today,” her mother tells her. “You did your hair all pretty this morning, too.”

She knows she did. Matilda had pulled her black hair into two high pigtails all on her own, with the brush tugging at the knots and tearing them apart. Still, the confidence she had when they had left the house seems to have vanished as they pulled into the driveway of the big home at the edge of the preserve. She’s used to Sebastian going over to their place, not having to come to his house where all his loud cousins are around; they’re always stuck like glue to each other. 

He lives in the biggest house she has ever seen and, despite having visited countless times, it feels like walking into a museum each and every one. The white walls are covered in vines and ivy and flowers Matilda could not recognize even with a book between her hands; the door is dark wood and at least three times the size of a normal front door. She doesn’t know why they need a door that big.

Most of all, the house feels like home. Matilda likes her house— loves it, even— but she has always known it is not a home the way Sebastian’s house is. It is only a small part of her that aches for the chaos of a filled home. 

Only a small part, because this place doesn’t have her grandmother. 

Sebastian smiles at her, tucking her chin between his fingers for her to look at him. He crouches so he’s at eye level with the eight year old. 

“I have that one board game you like. I’m sure that if we’re smart about it, we can get Tom to play with us,” he says. Matilda can’t help but fight against a smile. She doesn’t want to go inside, so she shouldn’t be smiling. “Plus, Teo’s here! Mat and Mat, you know?”

“Mateo is annoying,” is what Matilda replies. “Can I play as the dragon?”

“Who else if not you?”

She hums like she’s thinking it over. Truth be told, she was sold the moment Sebastian mentioned Thomas, who is her favorite out of the bunch despite being the one she probably sees less. Calian always teases that she has a crush on him, which isn’t true— he looks exactly like Sebastian, and that’s strange. Plus, Calian isn’t smart nor funny: he’s just messy. 

To add insult to injury, Matilda is sure Thomas is old enough to be her father. Or old enough to not have to go to school anymore, at least. 

“If I start a fire, nobody can stop it,” Matilda concludes, stretching her hand so she can cling to Sebastian, letting go of her mother. “Bye, Ma.”

“See you later, darling. Don’t start any fires, okay?” Lilian smiles prettily, planting a kiss on Matilda’s head. She talks to Sebastian, then: “You know their allergies, and Calian does too, in case you forget. I know he’s all in this teenage phase, but he’s responsible when it comes to the girls. Matilda has to take her pills at four and Calian has an inhaler inside his bag. Rosalie should be fine as long as you keep her away from sharp things, even forks. If you need anything, please—”

The boy chuckles. Matilda tugs on his arm, staring into the house. Eileen walks by and waves at her with a big grin. “I’ve got it, Lili. I’ve been babysitting them for years, you know?”

“I know, I know.” She sighs. “I don’t know what I’ll do when you go off to college.”

“You can always get Derek to watch them. He’d probably do it for a free meal and access to your backyard.”

Matilda tugs again, and this time Sebastian gives in. She doesn’t pay attention to the goodbyes, instead pulling her babysitter into the big house. She tells him her dragon will start the biggest fire. He replies that the Hale House is fireproof. 

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January, 2011. 

Paris had been an experience, and if Calian faked an illness just so Matilda and Rosalie could stay a little bit longer and attend the Paris Fashion Week— well, no one had any grievances. Now, they’re back in Beacon Hills and Lydia Martin’s house shakes with the force of the music that keeps her guests entertained. Matilda is still a little out of it, but she knows that some drinks and a dance with her best friends will make everything better. 

She had texted Lydia a few hours before to let her know she’d landed. Lydia had replied with a simple invite to a party and a message to bring her own booze. Since you’ve got such an expensive palate, she’d added. So, Matilda had dropped her things at home and dragged Calian to a liquor store; they got a bottle of Merlot before heading straight to Lydia’s house. 

“This is a nightmare,” her brother tells her as he parks the car: Matilda’s brand new Mercedes. There’s a spot designated for her in the driveway, adorned with a little sign that keeps anybody else from parking. “I can’t believe I’m about to party with high schoolers.”

Matilda laughs loudly. Closing the door behind her, she exclaims over the loud music: “It’s all about being a rockstar, you know?”

“Yeah, sure,” Calian replies. “Shut up.”

She grins at him, determined to ignore the slight pounding behind her eyes. She’s just travelled all the way from Europe to Beacon Hills, so the pain isn’t surprising. It is annoying, though. Matilda has always been big on parties, and Calian says she gets it from him. In reality, she probably gets it from her parents: two big names in Hollywood, sliding from afterparty to afterparty even when Matilda was in the womb. She’s thankful that her mother has never been a drinker— that is something she definitely got from her brother. 

“How’s that going, by the way?” Matilda asks him. 

“Please, let’s not talk about my failed music career for one night.”

She hums, but it’s clear that there’s laughter threatening to escape her throat. Calian wrestles with his leather jacket, taking it off and looking around once they’re inside the house— he doesn’t trust anybody that isn’t himself with it, since it had been a gift from the director of a movie their father starred in. This is Lydia’s house, though. He knows he can leave it hidden in a room somewhere and it’ll stay there.  “There’s a supply closet underneath the stairs. Go hang it in there, I’ll go find my friends.”

Calian looks at her, but ultimately hands her the Merlot they’d bought and disappears into the crowd. Matilda breathes out a sigh, bracing herself to being alone for a couple of minutes. She looks around, the house familiar yet hard to figure out with all the people inside— and outside, too. She remembers sleepovers at Lydia’s when they were younger, dragging Olivia along because her two best friends clashed like yellow and purple. It wasn’t until high school started that they became as close as they are now. Matilda knew it was a matter of time, and she’s glad that she kept pushing for them to become closer during middle school. 

The house has always felt a little lonely, like there were more people supposed to live there than they do. She guesses that’s right, since Lydia’s brother left long ago, and her parents are separated— yet not divorced, which is Lydia’s worst nightmare: they go through periods of being together and apart, months of playing happy family and even longer months of screaming at each other until one of them eventually books it for their family house in San Diego. Usually, it’s her father that does the walk of shame (or, walk of anger, more like). 

Without warning, hands wrap around her waist and a kiss is planted on her cheek. It makes her jump and turn around as much as she can. “God, you scared me.”

Danny Mahealani smiles brightly, hands sneaking away from her waist to grab the bottle between her hands. He starts to walk toward the kitchen. “How was Europe?”

The kitchen is almost deserted: there’s only a girl mixing like four drinks in one and looking way too drunk to stand on her own. Matilda helps her a little bit as she walks into the mouth of the kitchen and the girl stumbles out. From her spot she has a view of the glazed wall in the living room, and she can see her friends arguing right around the ping pong table. Olivia raises her hand as if she were about to hit Jackson, but instead merely throws a wet ball at him. Lydia, leaning against the green table, rolls her eyes as her boyfriend catches the ball and bites out a reply to Olivia’s clear annoyance towards him. 

If she’s being honest, Matilda could not be happier to be back in Beacon Hills. This is home, she thinks. How could this not be home?

“It was great, Dan.” She sighs as if the entire trip had been a dream. “Cal pulled the performance of the century, and my parents let us stay for a bit longer. So, clearly that meant we had to go to Fashion Week. God! You would not believe the Yves Saint Laurent collection.”

Danny chuckles. “You’re such a nerd. Is Calian here? Lydia said you’d bring him.”

“Yeah!” Matilda replies, looking around for her brother. He’s nowhere to be found, despite a pink buzzcut being quite easy to spot on a guy taller than the average twenty-three year old. “I sent him to leave his jacket in the closet underneath the stairs.”

It’s in the looking around, the trying to catch a glimpse of Calian, that she goes wrong. Matilda takes a single step into the hallway and someone crashes into her: the stranger grabs her shoulders. He’s too far gone to not lean into her as she tries to regain balance. Letting out a yelp, she fights to push him away, but he’s stronger than her. Her shoulders start to ache with the force of his grip.

Danny is quick to react, though. He grabs the boy by under his arms and yanks, pressuring him to release his hold on Matilda. She would have paid closer attention to the growl the boy let out or the way he keeps himself standing despite the energy Danny put behind his grip if she wasn’t so shaken. She lets her friend pull her closer and behind him as he harshly pushes at the kid to step away. Matilda can’t recognize him, if she’s being honest— he seems to be really drunk, or really high. Both, maybe. His eyes are glazed over, and he looks like he’ll throw up in any second. 

“McCall,” Danny begins, the threatening edge in his voice not enough to wake up the stranger. “Don’t you dare come close to her again, you hear me? Hey, how much did you drink?” 

“Dan, come on,” Matilda tells him. McCall doesn’t seem to register the words he’s saying, and she honestly would rather have a good time and forget the whole thing than have Danny Mahealani, of all people, starting a fight at one of Lydia’s parties. “Come on, he’s clearly too out of it. It isn’t worth it.”

Still, Danny continues speaking. “Didn’t you drive Allison here? I can’t believe you left her alone, and how did you even manage to get this drunk already?”

Matilda doesn’t know who Allison is, but if there’s a girl that’s been left alone because her boyfriend couldn’t stay sober, she knows they have to find her. There’s safety in numbers, as Danny always tells them when he drags them to college parties (only to be the first one to disappear, but Matilda guesses he tells them that so they don’t wander off to unknown places). 

“Dan, seriously.” She finally grabs her friends’ attention. “Let’s go find this Allison girl, yeah? She shouldn’t be on her own.”

“Okay, alright,” he replies as he shakes himself out of his anger. It doesn’t work well enough. With one last look at McCall, who’s already trying to leave the house again, Dan grabs her shaking hand. He makes a beeline towards their friends. They seem far too engrossed in the game of beer pong they finally managed to arrange to notice them. Olivia whoops as she lands a ball inside one of the red cups in front of the opposite team.

Matilda doesn’t want to say anything. Danny looks too angry to hold a conversation, and Calian is still not back. Seriously, how long does it take to leave a jacket in a closet? She huffs, bringing Danny’s arm around herself and wishing she had taken her brother’s jacket instead. Dumb things to do that Matilda keeps doing: ignore the weather in exchange for a good outfit.

It’s Jackson that notices her, then. He’s gathering the ping pong balls that didn’t make it into any cup. He looks at her, and for a moment it seems like he’s excited for her to be back, but that’s quickly squashed with that obvious facade he puts on for the rest of the crowd. Still, he leans a little closer and speaks past the music but not loud enough that everyone will hear: “You cold, Tillie? One of my sweatshirts is in the closet underneath the stairs, if you want it.”

“Thank you, Jack.” Matilda smiles, giggling when Jackson dumps the balls in one of his opponents arms and calls a roundup. 

They’ve been friends for a long time, her and Jackson. It’s a complicated friendship, because Matilda’s best friend does not get along with him at all— they’re constantly fighting and baring teeth at each other like rabid dogs, but they’re part of the small group Matilda calls her favorite people, so they sort of have to coexist. 

If she were asked to pick between Olivia Lahey and Jackson Whittemore, Tillie would pick the bullet to go through her own chest. It might be her enormous heart or her undying loyalty, but it is something that has her always sacrificing herself for those she loves (sacrifice is a big word, though. It usually means losing in Mario Kart or letting Danny obliterate her in Mortal Kombat).

She turns to Danny. “I’m gonna go get Jackson’s sweatshirt and see if I can find my brother, yeah? You should go look for this Allison girl that asshole left alone.” 

“Mhm,” Danny replies, though only half-heartedly. He runs a hand over his face. “Why is it me that always ends up babysitting you guys? It’s me that’s supposed to be the reckless one.”

“Because you became friends with Jack in middle school, you know we’re just collateral damage.”

Matilda starts to walk away, hands quickly finding cover underneath the sleeves of her black shirt once they leave Danny’s warmth. She walks into the house, but she’s sure she can hear Danny yell out an answer to what she said. Matilda doesn’t manage to understand, because the inside of the place is packed and the music seems ten times louder with it bouncing off the walls and into her ears again. She’s greeted by some people, asked about her trip to Europe and her parents, but she doesn’t really entertain anybody: it’s always like this, with people asking questions she doesn’t want to answer and trying to get close to her because they want to be able to say they’re friends with a Kozorus. 

It’s not that big of a deal and Matilda is certainly not the best Kozorus they could be friends with. If anything, she’d say she’s at the bottom of the list; it’s easier to befriend her mother than to befriend her, these days. 

Quickly, she squirms between couples making out and friends screaming the lyrics to Cascada at each other. The search for her brother is futile because, when she reaches the closet, she finds that Calian’s jacket is not there. Jackson’s lacrosse sweatshirt is, and Matilda truly hopes it has not been worn during practice as she throws it on. It smells alright, if a little dusty, so she guesses that’s a win. 

Deciding to go through the countless things in the closet in hopes of finding at least a hint that Calian was there, Matilda makes a face when her search comes up empty.. Her phone is in her pants back pocket, and she pulls it out to shoot Calian a very annoyed text. WHAT THE HELL, she types. DID U LEAVE ME HERE???

SRY, Calian is quick to reply. RAN INTO SOMEONE AND GOT TALKING. YOU’LL B HAPPY ONCE UR HOME!!!

She doesn’t mention that she has no ride home. Instead, she sends him a row of middle finger emoticons and goes back to her friends. They’re no longer playing beer pong, but rather just talking as Olivia cleans up the mess from their round and takes herself to some nearby couches. It’s only natural that the rest follow. 

“Matilda!” Lydia exclaims, hand delicately wrapped around the only clear glass in the party. Even Olivia and Jackson are drinking from red solo cups, so Matilda isn’t surprised when Lydia hands Danny her drink and scribbles her name in a clean cup. “How was Europe? I have to say, the pictures from Italy were killer.”

Matilda takes the cup from her, not even blinking as Jackson dumps half of whatever is in his glass into hers. She probably won’t drink it, anyway. “It was amazing, Lydia. I have to show you all the shopping I did. Plus, guess who attended Fashion Week?”

“No way,” Olivia chimes in. “Is that why you got here two weeks later? You bitch!”

She smiles, sly and proud of herself. If she’s being honest, fashion is the one thing Matilda is passionate about. There’s not many things that pique her interest, but clothes and design must be at the very top. Her friends know this, and it’s just her luck that she happens to share her love with her best friends. Jackson and Danny, as the boys they are, like to give them useless commentary whenever they go shopping. Still, she appreciates that they even go with barely any complaint in the first place.

“What’s been happening in Beacon Hills?” Matilda asks. “Anything I should know about?”

“Well,” Olivia begins, exchanging a glance with Lydia. “Lydia got her claws into the new girl. Honestly, she’s sorta nice to be around. Of course, I told her about the gorgeous brunette she would never replace, despite her hair being longer than yours.”

“Her name’s Allison Argent,” Lydia explains. Matilda shoots Danny a look, but he’s not paying attention. It means he didn’t even try to find her, probably. “You’ll love her, really. Just as you like them, all naive and innocent.”

Matilda rolls her eyes. It’s a running joke between them that Matilda had been the reason Danny became their token party-goer despite his fairly clean background: Matilda would never say yes to her house being invaded by strangers— mostly because her grandma is always there and Rosalie is too young to be bothered by parties or get-togethers— so Danny took it upon himself to make his house the go-to place. Then, it unfolded naturally: parties almost every weekend until his parents put a stop to it, period and all. 

“Plus,” Jackson adds on. He leans against a pillar that separates the terrace from the backyard. “There’s only been a few dead bodies found in the woods.”

“Excuse me, what?”

“It was one dead body,” Danny corrects him. “He’s dramatic when he’s scared.”

“One dead— sorry, what?” Matilda repeats her question, but no one gives an explanation at all. Instead, Lydia shrugs and takes a swing of her drink and Olivia announces that she’ll go get a refill. Like stress is pressing into her tongue, she suddenly feels the urge to drink something, so she does: Jackson’s mixture of juice and vodka isn’t bad, but it’s too strong for her taste. Matilda frowns. “My brother left me stranded. Anyone wanna take me home later?” 

Danny volunteers, and the mood changes completely once Olivia comes back and— with Lydia’s help—  pushes Jackson into the pool. She uses the maroon sweatshirt she’s wearing as an excuse to avoid his wet and cold arms.

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The smell of coffee wakes Matilda up. She groans and, with her eyes still closed, she tries to find her phone between the covers. The killer headache she carries is only worsened by Rosalie’s sudden scream, and Matilda isn’t quick enough getting out of bed to try and save her little sister. Instead, she loses the battle against her white sheets and falls onto the floor with a loud thump. 

“How did you get in?” Rosalie yells from downstairs. “When did you get in?”

The intruder— if there even is one— must give an answer that Rosalie deems good enough, because she calms down, stops screaming redundancies and lets Matilda take a deep breath on the floor of her bedroom. She wouldn’t say she’s protective, but Matilda has always had an instinct to run towards danger rather than away from it when the people she loves are closer to it. 

Her mother screams from her bedroom. “Everything okay?”

“Yes!” Calian yells back. “Rosalie is just very dumb!”

“I’m literally not!” 

Matilda can almost hear her mother’s sigh, and she imagines her rolling over and pulling the sheets over her head to go back to sleep. She almost does the same but her craving for a good cup of coffee is stronger, so she decides to get up. The fact that she already is on the floor and not on her bed plays a big role when making her decision. She groggily stretches her hands towards the sky and then sits up to wrap them around her ankles. 

The moment she’s done with her morning stretching, she makes her way down stairs halfway through waking up completely and a quarter of the way through getting rid of her headache. Rosalie is chewing on some waffles on the couch, the TV on and running FRIENDS. Calian is talking to someone in the kitchen. It appears to be a normal morning in their household. 

Matilda can’t hear who her brother is talking to well enough to figure out who it is, though. It’s the laughter that does it for her: the same laugh she had grown so used to hearing a few years ago, one that was common and echoed through every corner of the room. Calian Kozorus has always been funny, but no one laughed harder at the things he said than his best friend since he was six years old. 

“You!” She runs into the kitchen, socks making her slide and bang her hip against the island. It only adds to the pain that she’s in that morning, but she ignores it “Derek Hale!” 

Derek smiles softly, giving her a once over. For a second, Matilda feels self-conscious of her sleepwear choices, but then she remembers that Derek has not seen her in six years and she has changed just as much as he has. The look in his eyes is a little sad, as if he’s just realizing that he missed out on important things while he was gone. Matilda feels her eyes fill with tears, and it hurts just a little that he looks like a completely separate person than who she remembers him to be.

“That’s me,” he replies. 

Matilda ignores the tears completely in favor of jumping into Derek’s hold. He wraps his arms around her, holding her tight against his chest. She has to get on her tip-toes for the hug to be comfortable, but she couldn't care less. The pain on her hip fades a little, but she doesn’t open her eyes to watch Derek’s veins turn black; she’s too busy trying to stop the tears from falling once Derek is resting his cheek against her head.

“Hey,” he says, shaking her a little. “Don’t cry, I’m not worth all that.”

“Shut up,” Matilda tells him. She frowns, pulling away and wiping her wet cheeks. “When did you get back? Is it just you?”

“Mateo is with your grandma,” Derek tells her. He grabs the cup of coffee Calian is holding, offering it to Matilda. “They’re taking a walk. We got here a few days ago, it’s their new routine.”

“Oh, I cannot believe him!” She exclaims. Of course her childhood best friend decides to show up in Beacon Hills after six years of radio silence and steal the traditions she has with her grandmother. “He better come say hello to me, or I’ll truly be so mad.”

Calian hums. “You’re only happy to see Derek because you don’t know where he was hanging out last night. I had to beg him to let his little brother sleep in our guest room, and Derek got into an argument with Mummo because he wouldn’t crash on the couch.”

“You fought my grandmother?”

Rosalie snorts as she walks into the kitchen. Her plate is sticky with syrup, but she doesn’t bother rinsing it– the thirteen year old just leaves it on the sink. “You make it sound like he beat her up.”

“Oh, it would not surprise me if he did,” Calian jokes.

Derek makes a noise. “Who do you think I am?”

“Some guy that came back to Beacon Hills from New York just to stalk a teenager,” Matilda’s brother replies. She furrows her eyebrows. “Or something. I don’t even know what you’re doing.”

“I’m dealing with the mess that is a werewolf with no control,” Derek replies.

Rosalie huffs. “Sounds like fun,” she says before leaving the room altogether. The noise of her steps follow her up the stairs. It’s no surprise, she’s always gotten weird around talks of the supernatural. 

“You’ve got an untrained werewolf?” Matilda asks. “Bitten by who?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Calian tells her, giving her a look that can only mean one thing: drop it. “What does matter is that we’ve got a stray dog problem.”

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WORDS : 4450 © KOZORUS

[wayneskluv]

MASTERLIST ! — fluff ; ꩜ — nsfw ; ★ — angst ; ִ ࣪𖤐 — request ; ᡣ𐭩 — f!reader ; ➸ — m!reader ; ꔛ — gn!reader ; ᯤ

DC COMICS ୨୧

jason todd ;

headcannons ꩜ ᯤ boyfriend!jason ; bestfriend!jason ; brother!jason ; rival!jason

don’t call me baby ִ ࣪𖤐 ᯤ; you were never supposed to move on. (post death!jason)

sorry baby, just needed you to shut up ᯤ ; after listening to you ramble, he kisses you to shut you up.

peraltiago!au ➸ ; jason todd x f!reader — pt1

dick grayson ;

headcannons ᯤ boyfriend!dick ; bestfriend!dick ; brother!dick ; rival!dick

tim drake ; coming soon

bruce wayne ; coming soon

harley quinn ;

and they were roommates ➸ ; roommate!harley quinn x f!reader — they’re both in love with eachother but wayyyy too blind to see it.

barbara gordon ; coming soon

jon kent ; coming soon

roy harper ; coming soon

clark kent ; coming soon

bart allen ; coming soon

rachel roth ; coming soon

alfred pennyworth ; coming soon

poison ivy ; coming soon

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE ᯓ

wanda maximoff ; coming soon

pietro maximoff ; coming soon

peter parker ; coming soon

tony stark ; coming soon

steve rogers ; coming soon

wade wilson ; coming soon

natasha romanoff ;

it’s possible she misses you ᯤ ; nat shows up at your door drunk & she finally tells you why she broke up with you.

agatha harkness ;

ᡣ𐭩 — agatha x wife!reader (kissing & mature themes) ➸

HARRY POTTER UNIVERSE ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

sirius black ;

cat got your tongue? ᯤ ; sirius found a cat whilst on a walk — you tease him about it.

james potter ; coming soon

remus lupin ; coming soon

regulus black ; coming soon

lily evans ; coming soon

STRANGER THINGS ⋆.˚

steve harrington ; coming soon

billy hargrove ; coming soon

robin buckley ; coming soon

OTHER ☆

simon ‘ghost’ riley ;

use your words, love (implied!smut) ᯤ

spencer reid ;

a bet (implied!smut) ᯤ ; caught leaving his hotel room — featuring: derek morgan!

apologies (kissing) ᯤ; its no secret you two hate eachother, but when you apologise, something changes.

pretty boy got laid (implied!smut) ➸ ; derek is always teasing spencer about his love life, but when you come in late, he has a whole other reason to tease spencer — featuring: derek morgan!

abby scuito ; coming soon

emily prentiss ; coming soon

alice cullen ; coming soon

edward cullen ; coming soon

bella swan ; coming soon

[peonyblossom]

Characters/Ships I'll Write For

for reference :)

Pixelberry

All of Us

Alex x m!MC (Dexter Del Rossi)

Tess x f!MC (Jo Moreno)

Alpha

m!Channing Lowe x m!MC (Kalani Mochizuki)

America's Most Eligible

Carson Stewart x f!MC (Juliet James)

Blades of Light and Shadow

Nia Ellarious x f!human!MC (Iris of Riverbend)

Valax x f!human!MC (Iris of Riverbend)

Mal Volari x Tyril Starfury

Mal Volari x Tyril Starfury x m!elf!MC (Hades Nightbloom)

Bloodbound

Adrian Raines x Gaius Augustine

Dirty Little Secrets

m!Carpenter (Emmett King) x m!MC (Brooklyn Peters)

High School Story

Wes Porter x Ezra Mitchell

Payton Saunders x f!MC (Lola Williams)

Michael Harrison x nb!MC (Jamie Baxter)

Mia Warren x Katherine

Ajay Bhandari x m!MC (Matty Wright)

Hollywood U

Thomas Hunt x f/nb!MC (Jackie Winters)

Hot Couture

Marco Di Vincenzo x f!MC (Analise Moore)

Immortal Desires

m!Cas x m!Gabe x nb!MC (Reese O'Malley)

Lewyn Junius x m!OC (Jude Junius)

It Lives Anthology

Noah Marshall x m!MC (Harry Spear)

Ava Cunningham x f!MC (Raven Adams)

Noah Marshall x Connor Green

Connor Green x m!MC (Jesse Harrison)

Stacy Green x f!MC (Ivy Lovelace)

Noah Marshall x m!MC (Devon Yasuda)

m!MC (Isaak Vance)

Imogen Wescott x f!MC (Fiona Vance)

Tom Sato x m!MC (River Vance)

Danni Asturias x f!MC (Merliah Vance)

f!MC (Bailey Vance)

Abel Flint x nb!MC (Ollie Bridgers)

Lincoln Aquino x nb!MC (Keagan Burke)

Amalia de León x nb!MC (Lottie Hamilton)

Jocelyn Wu x f!MC (Eleanor Wilkins) (slowburn)

Matthias McQuoid x m!OC (Ezra Wilkins)

Jocelyn Wu x nb!MC (Benni Locke) (fwb)

Laws of Attraction

Gabe Ricci x Aislinn Tanaka x nb!MC (Sav Zarza)

Murder at Homecoming

Donovan Navarro x nb!MC (Jupiter Stone)

Open Heart

Ethan Ramsey x m!MC (Sydney Valentine)

Ethan Ramsey x Tobias Carrick

Aurora Emery x Sienna Trinh

Queen B

Zoey Wade x f!MC (Quinn Hughes)

Ian Kingsley x f!MC (Quinn Hughes)

Untameable Anthology

m!Kit Jackson x m!MC (Jules Rojas)

Mandy Martinez x Ryder Wilson x m!MC (Barrett Kemp)

Gravity Falls

Stan Pines x Reader

Stan Pines x nb!OC (JD Willows)

Ford Pines x Fiddleford McGucket

Grey's Anatomy/Station 19

Mark Sloan x Jackson Avery x Lexi Grey

Mark Sloan x Jackson Avery

Meredith Grey x Derek Shepherd

Meredith Grey x Andy Herrera

Victoria Hughes x Lucas Ripley

Izzie Stevens x Denny Duquette

Ben Warren x Miranda Bailey

Cristina Yang x Teddy Altman

Maya Bishop x Carina DeLuca

[greg-montgomery]

Ivy - Part 10

gif by: @hotch-girl <3

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader (Sean Hotchner x Fem!Reader)

Series summary: Your relationship with your boyfriend, Sean, is going great. Well, that is until you meet his older brother, Aaron.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

my besties <333 i'm sorry it took me a while to update, but i'm here!! don't yell at me for not tagging anyone in this, no one gets notifications from me anymore, so there was no point. idk who is gonna see this without any tags but i'm posting it for the people who ask me about it and are waiting for an update 🥹 ilysm!!!!! this chaper is hurt/comfort and they're all gonna be okay! i promise!

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“I’m saying we should double the prize. A hundred thousand dollars for your one and only. Sounds fair to me.”

Spencer held the button of Garcia’s device so he could speak without being heard by the people on the other side of the phone. “Agree with him.”

Sean nodded, looking at his almost empty apartment, left alone now with only Spencer and Penelope.

“Fine. A hundred thousand dollars. Tell me the place and I’ll bring them to you,” he said with confidence.

“I’m not telling you the location more than half an hour before our meeting. Do you think I’m stupid?”

Yes, Sean wanted to say, but he held back. “Alright. I’ll have them ready by eight o’clock tonight.”

“Good. Wait for my call around that time then. Say goodbye to pretty Y/N for now,” the man’s mocking voice replied, before hanging up.

Sean closed his eyes, exhaling as if it was the first time he had breathed all day. “Jesus…”

“You did a great job,” Spencer said. “They think you’re gonna meet in the evening so they won’t attempt to move locations for now.”

Reid’s reassuring words were comforting, but the weight on his chest was still heavy. “I won’t feel okay until Aaron calls me and tells me he has her.”

You, in his brother’s arms. His greatest fear had somehow turned into his greatest wish. As long as you were safe, nothing else mattered to him.

--

Being tied up and alone in a basement left plenty of time for your thoughts to travel wherever they desired. At first, those thoughts were filled with Aaron, and Jack, and Sean. But after that last phone call, your fantasies had shifted. This time they were violent and they involved the chair you were currently sitting at, and you using it to hit your kidnappers in the face.

They had, at least, finally shut up and left the room; although you were certain they were still in the house. You closed your eyes to appreciate the silence before a loud bang disturbed your little moment of peace.

“FBI! Drop your weapons.”

Aaron.

Aaron was here.

You smiled. Aaron was here and it was all going to be okay.

You could hear loud noises and yells from the other room, but you couldn’t make out everything that was being said. Two sentences, though, arrived perfectly clear to your ears.

“Where is she?”

“Hotch, slow down, you’re gonna kill him.”

Listening to the mess that was taking place on the other side of the wall and not being able to see any of it was actively killing you, but that torture ended fast when the door opened and you finally got to see the love of your life after a day full of agony.

Your heart melted at the sight of him and the tears you didn’t know you still had inside you spilled.

“Baby…” you cried, as he rushed to get next you.

Derek and Emily followed him, still pointing with their guns. “There’s no one else here,” you informed them.

“Sweetheart…” Aaron’s voice got your attention again. He kneeled in front of you, and started untying you gently.

It was hard for you to get any words out, your voice choked by your sobs.

“I’m here now. You’re okay.” he said.

“You’re here.”

“I’m here. I got here on time,” he said, kissing your forehead. You weren’t sure if he was talking to you or himself. “I got here on time,” he repeated against your skin. “You’re alive, I wasn’t too late this time. I wasn’t too late.”

“What did you do to them?” you whispered.

“That’s not for you to worry about,” Aaron answered softly, helping you to stand up and then immediately lifting you up in his arms.

You could feel the eyes of his team on the two of you. You knew how it looked, yet you did not have the energy to care. You hid your face in the crook of his neck, holding onto one of the straps of his vest, as he walked you out of the building, protecting yourself from seeing the reason behind the blood that had stained the sleeves of his white shirt.

--

Getting checked up by the doctors didn’t take long since - besides the scars on your wrists and ankles by being tied up - there wasn’t a single scratch on your body.

You shut your eyes letting yourself surrender to the safety of being in Aaron’s car. He was talking on the phone with someone from his team, but you didn’t pay attention to what he was saying, his voice muffled with the sound of the few drops of rain that were falling on your windows, the soft melody coming from the radio, and the sound of the other cars passing. His hand was holding yours, resting on his lap. He squeezed it softly every few seconds as if to make sure you wouldn’t suddenly disappear.

“Sean…” you whispered.

“I called him. He knows you’re okay.”

“Good.” You smiled, and finally dozed off.

--

Your nose was buried in something soft. A hand was playing with your hair and the sweet feeling of sleep was taking over your body, but you resisted it. Where were you?

Your eyes fluttered open, being met with the fabric of a gray t-shirt. Turning your body to lay on your back and looking up, you saw a pair of brown eyes staring at you sweetly.

“What time is it?” you asked, not recognizing your own voice.

“It’s four in the morning.”

“Four?” You palmed your forehead and closed your eyes, feeling tired and confused.

“I know you needed to shower and eat, but I didn’t wanna wake you,” he explained himself. “How are you feeling?”

“My throat is dry.”

“Here.” Aaron offered you the glass of water that was sitting on the table right in front of the couch you were laying at.

The feeling of the cool water down your throat was worth a million dollars.

“I feel like shit,” you said, handing back to him the now empty glass.

“Wanna take a shower?” he suggested. “Then we can eat something. I cooked.”

You nodded.

You didn’t have the energy to talk; you didn’t have the energy to cry. And you felt immeasurably grateful it was Aaron that you were with. Someone who understood you, someone you didn’t need to fake it with.

He led you to the bathroom and quietly removed your clothes. An action he had done before, but this time there was nothing sexual in his movements. There wasn’t lust in his eyes. Only care and worry.

“That’s it,” he whispered, as you stepped into the shower. He made sure the temperature of the water was perfect and then he placed the shower head above you so the water would be poured all over you. After a few moments, he opened the shampoo bottle, and dropped some of the product on his open palm. The feeling of his fingers scratching your scalp was what broke you.

Your sobs were soft and your tears blended with the shower water. Still, it wasn’t hard to miss that you were crying. But Aaron didn’t acknowledge it, giving you the space you needed, even though he was right next to you. Just when you thought it was impossible to love him more, he made you fall for him even harder.

“I love you,” you attempted to say, not sure if the words even came out.

“I love you,” he answered, cupping your cheeks. His lips touched yours, the kiss light as a feather; a reminder that he was right there and he loved you.

Aaron moved onto washing your body, his touch reaching every single inch of you, washing away every reminder of that experience.

His clothes had gotten wet and some parts even had soap on them, so you figured it was okay if you did something that would make an even bigger mess. When he was done rinsing all the soap of your body and hair, you opened your arms and pulled him into a tight hug. You held him as close as possible to your body and Aaron lost no time before wrapping his arms around you protectively.

“Thank you for saving me.”

“Thank you for coming back to me.”

--

“Your hair is still wet. You’re gonna catch a cold,” Aaron said from the kitchen, as you made yourself comfortable on his couch. You were dressed entirely in his clothes, seeking comfort in every little thing of his.

He walked towards you, with a bawl of soup and his famous Aaron Hotchner disapproving stare. He didn’t fight you, though, letting you settle in his arms even with wet hair, and fed you the soup he had prepared when you were asleep.  

“Baby?” he said, carefully, as you devoured the food.

“Mmm?”

“Are you feeling okay enough to call Sean now?”

His question took you by surprise.

“He asked me if you could call him at some point,” he explained. “He wants to hear your voice.”

“Of course,” you said. “I’m an idiot for not thinking of it earlier. I should have called him as soon as I woke up.”

“No, you’re not. You went through a lot today.”

“Still.”

You were in the middle of dialing his number when you realized what time it actually was. “Aaron, the sun is not even up yet. Isn’t he probably sleeping now?”

Aaron’s gaze dropped on his lap, in what you figured was guilt. “He said he wouldn’t sleep until he heard your voice. He…he thinks all of this is his fault.”

“It’s not.”

“I know. But you know Sean.”

“Yeah…I do.”

As hypocritical as it sounded, you both shared a love for Sean that you were afraid he would rightfully not accept. Sean would beat himself up for what happened to you, and you would not let that happen. You had already damaged his heart enough.

Part 11

[skinnywalker]

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Tormund Giantsbane

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[iheartsteve0704]

I’m rewatching Smash (2012) for the first time in twelve years and I have a couple of thoughts:

How did they convince us that Karen (Kat McPhee) would be a better Marilyn??? That’s literally MEGAN HILTY?!?! She look and sounds the part and then Karen is just… Karen!

I forgot how much I hated Derek. He’s gross. He’s part of the reason why this show was a hard watch for me.

A lot go undertones of sexual harassment that I didn’t notice when I first saw this show but then again I was a child

Its funny how I actually see a lot of musicals in nyc now so I can point out Broadway actors like annaleigh ashford in the first episode and actually recognizing that Julia’s husband is Brian d'Arcy James

ITS MEGAN FREAKIN HILTY!!!!!! Like WOW!

After over a decade now I can realize and admit that I hated Derek so much and the resolution should’ve been Ivy x Karen and that’s period your honor

[totallylost4you]

KAYLOR (Karlie + Taylor) BLOG INDEX Part 1

Kaylor: They were rommates | DvF Yacht - Karl's bday | K talks about T - 308 weeks | Normal balanced grounded life | The phoenix has risen | Messy Timelines | Derek loves Gracie | Ice Spice with Karlie cover | Cara likes Kaylor comedian | Same Friends | Fresh out the Slammer | Karlie Kloss Street | Lottery Ticket | Atticus | Miss Americana 38:38

Eras Tour: Florida with Flo | Opening&Closing = Same | Vienna | The Archer x Question...? | Kaylor Ufo | Betty | Kaylor reunion | New Romantics | Ivy | Daylight | Folklore cabin | Delicate Giraffe | Hits Different | Girl in Red+Taylor | 👇 MORE

Eras Tour: Question...? | Truman Show Theory | Toxic fans | Movie: Lgbt+ moments | All of the Girls | Bejeweled Female hands | Catching Fire Theory | Illicit Affair Portrait of a Lady on Fire | Seven | Mastermind

Kaylor: Hudson Valley | Karlie Dorothea Kloss | VOGUE: Tay dating Karlie | 1989 Beach | Carolina Herrera 2023 | Tour clock+Paris | "on good terms" | Betty Rainbow guitar | Daisy Week | King of my heart puzzle | Karma+MoMA | Mini Me Piano | The Lakes+3 years | VOGUE Karlie Bday | 1989 Color Teal | Oscar de la Renta | Atticus - the poet | Speak Now Snowglobe | Karlie's L.A. show | Karlie+Taylor: 1, 2, 3 | Kaylor Daisy | April 29 | Karlie & Taylor dating girls? | Same hair dryer for pets | Taylor can be invisible with Karlie | Karlie's doll LOVER house | Kaylor Fights or Break-Ups | Galentine's Day | Same Lavender Hand Spray | Tea time | Karma: Moon & Saturn | Karlie+Austin 2018 | VSFS Watch Party | Japan | London | Willow / Begin Again | This dorm was once a madhouse | Carolina Herrera | Picture me in the trees | I know Places

>> Part 2 includes all Gaylor postings

And other blog posts from other Gaylors

[jojoware]

‘Poison Ivy and Lux Interior’, 1986. C-Type. 20 x 24”. Edition 15. Photographed by Derek Ridgers backstage at the Civic Hall in Wolverhampton.

[promptthebear]

♦ Fandoms and Characters I Write For ♦

♦ Game of Thrones/ A Song of Ice and Fire ♦

Tyrion Lannister

Daenerys Targaryen

Sansa Stark

John Snow

Tormund Giantsbane

Brienne of Tarth

Jamie Lannister

The Hound/ Sandor Clegane

♦ Batman/The Gotham Rogues ♦

Batman/ Bruce Wayne

The Joker/ John Doe (Batman The Telltale Series)

Arthur Fleck/The Joker Joker 2019

Harley Quinn

Poison Ivy

Ed Nygma/ The Riddler

Selena Kyle

Harvey Dent/ Two Face

Johnathan Crane/ Scarecrow

Mr. Freeze

Batgirl/ Barbra Gordon/Oracle

Oswald Cobblepot/The Penguin (The Batman 2022, The Telltale Series, Gotham)

♦ The Hunger Games ♦

Peeta Mellark

Katniss Everdeen

Finnick Odair

Haymitch Abernathy

Effie Trinket

Johanna Mason

♦ Ripper Street ♦

Edmund Reid

Bennett Drake

Homer Jackson/ Matthew Judge

Long Susan/ Caitlin Swift

Agustus Dove

Nathaniel Dove/Croker

♦ Criminal Minds ♦

Aaron Hotchner

Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

Penelope Garcia

Jennifer Jareau

Emily Prentiss

David Rossi

♦ Slasher / Horror Movies ♦

Jason Voorhees Friday the 13th

Lester, Bo and Vincent Sinclair House of Wax 

Thomas Hewitt Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2006

Brahms Heelshire The Boy 2016

Carrie White Carrie

Danny Torrence Dr. Sleep

Yautja The Predator Series 

♦ Chronicles of Narnia ♦

Please note: I will not write smut or any explicit content for the characters in this fandom, sorry!

Lucy, Peter, Edmund and Susan Pevensie

Prince Caspian

Mr. Tumnus

♦ Marvel ♦

Billy Russo The Punisher Series

Frank Castle The Punisher Series

Foggy Nelson Daredevil

Matt Murdock Daredevil

Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler X-men

Logan/Wolverine X-men

Wade Wilson/Deadpool Deadpool

♦ Beauty and the Beast 1987 ♦

Vincent

Catherine Chandler

[ijustreallylikepirates]

DCCOCE4 !!! 🗣️💥🔥❗️

-“what like it’s hard?” LMAO BOYKISSER

-WHYD HE SNATCH IVY LIKE THAT

-aw i wish i was Ivy so i could pet benjis head

-“and here I am a bottom” DID YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU JUST SAID HONEY

-WHY IS DIEGO HUGGING A MANGO

-GAY

-GAY

-EVEN JADE KNOWS IT

-THEY HELD HANDS THEY WANT EACH OTHER

-SPENCER X DIEGO CANON

-LOOK AT THE WAY DIEGO LOOKS AT SPENCET

-I SMELL LGBTQ

-“Diego’s crush” SEE SHE KNOWS IT

-ITS SO OBVIOUS

-WHY DID BENJI HIT THE GLISTEN POSE

-LMAO

-THE WINK PLEASE

-STOP DOING THE POSE YOU ARE NOT GLISTEN

-WHY DID BRO POINT AT ME

-I feel violated

-Ivy x zaid !!!

-kiss now

-why did bro get freaky at the crab 😭🙏🏻

-LMAO THE CENSOR ON THE PINCERS LMAO

-that huddle looked weird from that angle 😭🙏🏻

-“old farts like me and Theodore” LMAOOO

-“it was… fine” GAYYYY

-bro the way my smile immediately dropped when Lynda walked on screen 😭🙏🏻

-EW LYNDA STOP BEING HOMOPHOBIC

-“I hope your daughter is okay” I HOPE YOUR SONS ARE OKAY HAVING YOU FOR A MOTHER

-“well I’m fucked” never been a realer sentence

-LMAO THE CLOWN FITS

-I’m loving the Anastasia Logan friendship

-RICHARD LAUGHS LIKE A VILLAIN LMAO

-SERVES LYNDA RIGHT

-EVEN TRISTAN KNOWS

-“but only for you” SAPPHIC

-THE WAY THEY BOTH SEARCHED FOR THEIR GLASSES AT THE SAME TIME LMAO

-THESE NERDS

-ARE THEY WEARING EACH OTHERS GLASSES LMAO

-THE WAY HE SNATCHED HIS GLASSES AND THREW BENJI’S BACK LMAO

-LMAO LOGANS FACE

-I LOVE HIM MY SILLY

-THE SACRIFICE THE DRAMA THE DEATH

-they would be good actors fr

-Shakespeare who?

-LMAO THE WAY TED SHOOTS HIM AND WALKS AWAY

-I CANT

-HES SO SICK OF THEIR SHIT

-RIGHT IN THE FOREHEAD

-Diego is such a sweetheart omg I want him

-the wedding is tomorrow

-THE WAY DEREK CALLED OUT LOGAN AND SPENCER LMAO

-“you’re one of the girls” LMAO ONE EPISODE OF QUEERNESS FROM LOGAN AND THEY CALL HIM A GIRL

-“sounds dandy” DANDYS WORLD MENTIONED

-I’m sorry Lynda, romance? Anastasia and Logan??? Nuh uh it’s Marissa x Anastasia and watercolors (no hate to other ships lol don’t come at me)

-I LOVE TREVEK MY GAYS

-THEYRE SO CUTE

-YES BYE TED LMAO

-KARMA FOR ALESSIO

-LOGAN PLEASE DONT BE SAD I LOVE YOU

-why do they all read “Riya’s still a parasite glad you moved on Connor” in the same voice bro 😭🙏🏻

-“well get in line” HE KNOWS TOO

-Ted reading these names is like me trying to do anything in physics

-THE JAZZ HANDS LMAO

-is blud dyslexic

-“that aged well” LMAO

I LOVED THIS LMAO

THE CLOWNS THE QUEERNESS EVERYTHING

COME ON TRISTAN YOU GO BABY

[gideonthefirst]

2023 Books

favorites bolded, least favorites have an [x], rereads have an *

January

The Flash: The Death of Iris West by Cary Bates, Frank Chiaramonte, Jack Abel, Vince Colletta, Frank McLaughlin

The Only Good Indians by Stephen Graham Jones [x]

When the Angels Left the Old Country by Sacha Lamb

Princess Floralinda and the Forty-Flight Tower by Tamsyn Muir

February

Annihilation by Jeff Vandermeer [x]

We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson

The Love Song of Ivy K. Harlowe by Hannah Moskowitz

March

Go Ahead in the Rain: Notes on a Tribe Called Quest by Hanif Abdurraqib

April

The Assassin's Apprentice by Robin Hobb

May

They're Going to Love You by Meg Howrey

June

July

Where Are Your Boys Tonight?: The Oral History of Emo's Mainstream Explosion 1999-2008 by Chris Payne

The Screaming Staircase by Jonathan Stroud*

Skulduggery Pleasant by Derek Landy, books 1-7*. specifically book 7 gets a [x] for being so bad it killed the reread

Nimona by N.D. Stevenson*

You Feel It Just Below the Ribs by Jeffrey Cranor and Janina Matthewson

August

Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett*

September

Poison for Breakfast by Lemony Snicket

A Little Devil in America: Notes in Praise of Black Performance by Hanif Abdurraqib

Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov

A Punkhouse in the Deep South: The Oral History of 309 by Scott Satterwhite and Aaron Cometbus

October

Trick to Catch the Old One by Thomas Middleton

The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson

Stephen Florida by Gabe Habash

Wage Labor and Capital by Karl Marx

November

Imperialism: The Highest Stage of Capitalism by Vladimir Lenin

Trust by Hernán Diaz

Pale Fire by Vladimir Nabokov

December

The Holocaust Industry: Reflections on the Exploitation of Jewish Suffering by Norman G. Finkelstein

A Master of Djinn by P Djèlí Clark [x]

Prosper's Demon by K.J. Parker

Blackouts by Justin Torres

Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn

The Book of Eels: Our Enduring Fascination with the Most Mysterious Creature in the Natural World by Patrik Svensson [x]

Hangsaman by Shirley Jackson

[thalo-genderfluid-graham]

I desperately wanna write fics with someone who knows how to write scenes. I only know how to write dialogue. I get so caught up in continuity that I abandon works bro 😭😭

Here are some communities and ships I enjoy!

Mads & Hugh Universe: (Hannigram, Spacedogs, Roardogs, Elias x Adam T, Duncan x Aiden, Nigel x Will)

Marvel: (Stucky, Daredevil x Punisher, Lokius, PeggyNat, Sam x Tony, Buck x Sam, Loki x Steve x Buck, Deadpool x Spiderman, Peter B Parker x Miguel)

Iasip: (Macden, Charlie x Dennis, Mac x Charlie, Dee x Charlie, Dee x Waitress, Dee x Artemis, Mac x Charlie x Dennis)

Dc: (Joker x Batman, Batman x Superman, Harley x Ivy, Riddler x Penguin)

Msc: (Ian x Mickey, Ian x Trevor x Mickey, Abed x Troy, Abed x Joel, Ineffable Husbands, House x Wilson, John x Sherlock, Evan x Eddie, Mercy x Moira, Brad x David, Spike x Angel, Brock Samson x Doc, Spencer x Derek, Ed x Stede, Ed x Izzy, Ed x Stede x Izzy)

⭐My favorites⭐

Hannigram

Spacedogs

Gallavich

Stucky

Frank x Matt

Macden

Trevor x Mickey x Ian

Ed x Stede x Izzy

There's probably more I'm forgetting but I'll add it when I do remember! Please talk to me about them omg pls ⭐