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terrainofheartfelt · 2 years

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In light of a certain new fic, I have a Very important question for you. What would Dan and Blair's wedding playlist consist of?

*cackling like a villian* muahahahhaaha I love this question bc it's not only a chance to rec more songs to you and push my taste on all you lovely followers, but it involves some very granular meta soul searching which greatly appeals to me. I am not going to do one of my full unhinged playlists but I will share a few links :)

I think Blair and Dan are def band people over DJ people, so they would opt for live music with a band that can play all the crowd pleasers. Blair obviously loves herself the standards, and so does Dan, for all his punk hipster tendencies, so there's lots of slow dances to be had. The following are selections that I believe the two of them would categorize as must-plays (to both their tastes), which would show up alongside the required reading for every wedding setlist : Whitney Houston, Beatles, Hall and Oates' "Making My Dreams Come True," and "Love on Top" plus Nate's pleas for more bangers

these are curated from the show itself, my Dair & Dan & Blair playlists, plus my personal "Standards to Yearn to," Post Modern Jukebox, and "Good Covers" playlists - I opted for lots of covers because that capture the wedding band vibe to me

This Must Be the Place (Naive Melody) - as performed by Scott Bradlee's Post Modern Jukebox

Dreams - The Cranberries

Dancing on My Own - as performed by Morgan James

All the Things You Are - Ella Fitzgerald

Call On Me - Big Brother & the Holding Company

Never My Love - as performed by Jakob Dylan and Norah Jones

Crazy Little Thing Called Love - Queen

Tumbling Dice - as performed by The Gaslight Anthem

Dancing in the Dark - as performed by Scott Bradlee's Post Modern Jukebox

Till There Was You - as performed by Peggy Lee

Thank You - Nathaniel Rateliff and the Night Sweats

Still Into You - as performed by Scott Bradlee's Post Modern Jukebox

Songbird - as performed by Eva Cassidy

The Nearness of You - as performed by Morgan James

Time after Time - Cyndi Lauper (DUH)

Like Someone in Love - Chet Baker

Oh Me Oh My (I'm a Fool for You) - Aretha Franklin

What I Need - Nathaniel Rateliff and the Night Sweats

I Only Have Eyes for You - as performed by Scott Bradlee's Post Modern Jukebox

#ty for asking stars you are a PEACH #Stars my beloved enabler #✨song recs✨#dair #fun fact one of these is def quoted in chapter 2 #feel like i'm showing a lot of my hand here. like my obsession with morgan james. she's just so GOOD.#listen if you don't play love on top and wanna dance with somebody during the reception did you even get married #i would like the record to reflect that if i were a guest at the dair wedding with all these slow songs I would be so bored #last wedding I went to before the world ended the bride was like 'bops only'#and she was so correct for that #we got drunk and danced to lizzo #me and another friend two stepped to paper rings it was amazing #as the prophets say: all bangers all the time #but you know blair waldorf doesn't care for MY opinion. hence: this #aw what the hell i'll tag this as:#playlist #asks #insistonyourcupofstars #obviously ceremony music is an entirely different question and tbh everyone with a music degree feels rage at pachelbel #so idk if i could even answer #without projecting. but hey. i'm projecting here too so *shrugs*

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luveline · 4 months

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You are such an awesome writer 🥹 I love seeing you show up on my timeline!

I'm not sure if you are taking requests rn and totally ignore this and I'm so sorry if you are not and sorry to bug you.

I am so obsessed with bombshell bau reader with our boy Spence. I was thinking like maybe established relationship this time where the team goes out to the bar again only this time her and Spence are actually together so she's just really cute and even more cling. Maybe her and Emily or one of/all of the other BAU girls are being wild goofy drunk girl and reader is extra flirty with Spence but not at all smooth and Spencer is just like “you're a menace” ? But like in a sweet adoring way 😂?

Again no pressure at all and I hope you are feeling better from the rude requests and enjoying your time off school, lots of love xxx

thank you love, and thanks for your request!! ♡ drunk!reader

The last time you'd been to this bar in particular, you and Spencer were strictly friends. He was still styling his hair straight and wearing sweater vests, and the idea of being your boyfriend was a fantasy. A brilliant, never-going-to-happen work of fiction.

“My boyfriend is the prettiest man alive ever in the history of planet Earth!” you declare, climbing up on one knee in the booth beside him, your cherry spritzer tipping over the glass’ rim. It races down your naked arm to your elbow and drips from there to his thigh. “Have you seen him?”

“Sure, I've seen him,” Morgan says, rolling his eyes.

You wrap your arms around Spencer's head from the side and kiss his forehead. You shift as you do, forcing your lips up into his hair, leaving behind an accidental raspberry smear of lipgloss. “Then what's the problem?” you ask.

“I don't know,” Morgan says.

“I know what it is,” Emily says.

“Me too. Rhymes with indoctrination,” JJ laughs.

You put your glass down hard on the table, arm still held proudly behind Spencer's neck. A lot has changed since the last time you were here, but the way he looks up at you hasn't budged. He has a sick, all encompassing crush on you, and seeing you now turns it into a dizziness he can't shake, almost like he's had a few too many drinks with you. Your eyes are glassy, grounded but wet, and your eyelashes pinch together in the corners as you bring your gaze down to his. “It's love,” you say.

Everybody laughs. Spencer just keeps watching you watch him, his palm to the small of your back to prevent a fall.

“It's love!” Penelope echoes, shepherded by Hotch, too many drinks between them both. “My favourite lovebirds! I brought your drink, beautiful.”

“Thank you, gorgeous.” You take it eagerly. Spritzer sloshes over the bumps of your fingers.

“Sit down,” Spencer suggests.

You give him brief googly eyes and sit down. The booth is a three sided square, with you and Spencer on one arm, Rossi, JJ and Emily against the back, and now Morgan, Penelope and Hotch opposite. It's a full troupe tonight, a rarity, and you and Penelope decided early on that the best way to celebrate would be to drink whatever you liked and in egregious quantities.

Hotch is perhaps doing the same. Spencer can't tell. But all in all, everyone's having a good night, especially you.

“Did you hear that? He's so nice to me,” you say to no one in particular, your fitted blouse sparkling in the light as you lean back, your hand finding his thigh. “Spencer, what's on your pants?”

“Oh, I wonder?”

“You're not blaming me, are you?” Your voice is as stickying as you can make it, and drunk as a skunk you may be, but you maintain your talent for flirting.

“Did I say that?”

“Because that wouldn't be very, gentlemanly of you…” You lean in too close. Your talent remains. Your subtlety suffers a different fate.

He leans in like he might kiss you and says, “You're a menace.”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

In front of all your friends and coworkers. “It means I'm cutting you off,” he says, sliding his hand between you and your glass.

More laughter. You throw hurt looks at them all and Spencer picks up your cherry spritzer. You're baffled, but a smile dripping in sickly sweet love spreads over your lips as he drinks it. “Fine, I'll share,” you say.

“Thank you,” he says, putting it out of your reach as he leans in to kiss you, cherry lingering on his lips.

You kiss him back gently, and then a little harder. He eases you away. Arms snuck once again around him, you squeeze until his ribs cry out in protest and make yourself comfortable on his shoulder.

“You're not mad at me, are you?” he asks, head angled down to offer a tender smile.

“I love you so much I've decided not to care.” You lift your head. “You're too nice to be mad at you,” you whisper. “And I love you.”

“Yeah, you've mentioned that.” He rubs your arm. He's so in love with you, he doesn't think to blush at his part in your PDA.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #criminal minds x reader

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salsedine · 5 months

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10 characters, 10 fandoms

Tagged by the lovely @greypetrel - so here we go! Thanks :*

Everything is under the 'read more' after the first one because I don't want to clog other people's dashes.

Aaand I tag @birdkeeperklink & @pyritefes2 here, so they don't have to scroll down the whole list to understand why and where they are tagged :P as usual, no pressure at all!

1.Stephen Black (Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell)

Incredibly well written and compelling (Mrs Clarke, teach me your secrets) in the book, and great acting by Aryion Bakare in the show. Probably one of my favourite male characters ever.

2.Lucrezia Borgia (Borgia: faith and fear)

I loved her character's arc through the 3 seasons. It really showcases the thing I love most about this serie, despite its flaws (and some are big flaws) - it never shied away from complexity. All characters are shown as capable of great tenderness and great cruelty - and this is one of the reasons why I think that they really captured the spirit of the renaissance.

3.James Flint (Black Sails)

"I was unjustly branded as a monster in the eyes of the so-called civilized society, so I'm going to destroy it" - what's not to love? And yes, of course I'm obsessed with the "freedom in the darkness" speech, of course.

4.Justice (Dragon Age)

"A world so full of beauty that beauty goes overlooked. I must see it with different eyes."

I couldn't find a gif, ops! Put my favourite quote instead. Initially I was really torn between Merrill and Anders and other five characters, but I'm in an AwakeningTM mood so I've picked my favourite rotting corpse.

5.Mr Nancy / Anansi (American Gods)

^^^ favourite scene/quote, no questions.

6.Jacquette/Jacquetta Woodville (The White Queen)

"We are all on fortune's wheel," I say. "Without a doubt we will rise. We may fall. But still I have no fear of it.”

Look at that Burgundy-inspired fashion!! The witchcraft and prophecies and definitely less accurate, but eh- that's still my thing. Also, a novel about her story (The Lady of Rivers) is the only book by Philippa Gregory that I didn't dislike, and that's truly something.

7.Uinen - Silmarillion

I have a soft spot for sea-themed mythology, so I obviously loved that section of the Silmarillion.

8.Hastur (Good Omens)

#team-Hell, because I like the demons' character design. Also, for some reason Ned Dennehy follows me on Instagram, so I feel like he deserves a mention.

9.Thomas Cromwell (Wolf Hall)

I have developed a love/hate relationship with this book&show - but Mantel's prose is stunning.

"It is wise to conceal the past even if there is nothing to conceal. A man's power is in the half-light, in the half-seen movements of his hand and the unguessed-at expression of his face. It is the absence of facts that frightens people: the gap you open, into which they pour their fears, fantasies, desires."

Do you see this? Annoyingly good.

10.Morgan le Fay - Camelot

I feel like this show had a lot of potential that it never got to fully express, and Eva Green as Morgana? Inspired casting, 10/10.

#the most random assortment of people #but tbh? i kind of see a pattern #anywayy that was fun! thanks! <3 #things i've been tagged on

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needtoread81 · 9 months

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Tag nine (9) people you’d like to know better

Thank you for the tag @alexxxaloy

Oh dear Lord I kind of suck at this, but…

a bit more about me...

Last song:

I'm listening to a looping playlist with Lord of the Lost and Within Temptation, but the last song was "One Last Song" by Lord of the Lost.

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=wLznWvBny8Y&feature=share

Currently watching:

I don't watch a lot of shows, mostly I read, listen to music and the news, and read som more... it's kind of in my "name" 😅

When I watch anything , it is mostly YouTube, currently my favorites are Rachel Maksy, Morgan Donner and listening to old Citation Needed episodes by The Technical Difficulties (Tom Scott and 3 friends)

Current obsession:

Horizon zero dawn❤️ and Horizon forbidden west ❤️(I might have a problem....)

- I got the Horizon Zero Dawn coloring book and the Horizon Forbidden West art book 2 weeks ago (already had HZD artbook and the comics, whant more!) Oh, I also own a lot of @godliath digital Ereloy stuff

- I've started making 3 horizon (sort of) original cosplays/costumes (Banuk villager, Oseram brewer and Nora hunter) but I don't plan on them being finished until september 2024. I just need my body to work and get some energy again.. (breathing without pain would be nice, freaking asthma)

- Replaying HZD with Frozen Wild, I "gotta catch them all" to every thing including all the datapoints (so close now!) I started doing the same with HFW before Burning Shores, but somehow I lost a powercell in the base and a crate in a ruin so I need to start over😓

- Re-reading every thing Ereloy (my favorit ship with my favorit boy Erend 🥰) on AO3 + a few more in the Horizon 'vers

- Just startede with a few drawings to test ideas for a second Ereloy painting (still need get back that energy, long covid sucks big time🤬)

Currently reading:

I read a lot, like when my body hurts too much, when my brain needs a break, when I'm bored, sometimes when I work and Ialso read for fun.. On average 3 hours (or more) a day, often 300+ pages in a day and multiple books at the same time, and before I found AO3 that meant 500 or more books in a year.

So just now on AO3 I'm reading

The Moth and Horizon au Twin Flames 🥰

On my kindle I just finished two of the books here today, and I am currently reading a few others

Anne Bishops - Crowbones

Anna Hackett - Hex

Lisa Edmonds - Mortal Heart

Vanessa Nelson - Hunted

Ilona Andrews - Magic Claims

Also, a few actual books, like I can hold them in my hand😮

Horizon Forbidden West Art book

William C. Diet - For Those Who Fell

Glen Cooper- De dødes bibliotek

Håvard Dahl Bratrein - Høvding, jarl, konge

I think that is it from me for now 🤷🏼‍♀️

If you have'nt already and feel like it (nine is a lot🙃) it would be fun to know more about you

@theyloy @mari-mary @felrend @xxxhellfireravenxxx @austenmarie @littlelionpaw @yogrossdude @souls-that-have-senses @nerd-artist

#more about me #horizon au twin flames #horizon forbidden west #horizon zero dawn #tag game

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bates--boy · 6 months

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Who's the random dude in Atlanta?

[Aw, hell, anon, why would you ask this?? Why would you ask this??! We were having such a good night!]

Oooooh, oh my fucking God, the random dude from Atlanta! Let me fucking tell you about this Squirtle-looking broke bum!

Okay, so here's the story: a young woman named Morgan Bailey started sharing her struggles as a single mom abandoned by her kid's father. I'm sure you saw the viral tiktok floating around, right? "This baby... I got from some random man in Atlanta." Well, I don't know what got dude all up in his feelings and shit, maybe he didn't like that Morgan and her kid were blowing up, or that Morgan was using her predicament to make bank and thriving; maybe he didn't like that he was essentially a no-name meme for this woman while his "music career" was going nowhere.

Whatever it was, he decided to come out and show his, again, Squirtle-ass looking fave to ride her coattails. His name is Eugene -- fucking Eugene -- and he didn't even live in Atlanta, he lived in some nowhere small town, in student housing. Imagine pushing 30 and living in student housing! Anyways, he shows his face and his ass, trying to paint Morgan as an obsessive liar who's keeping his daughter away from him. Well, that ugly motherfucker should have sat there and ate his food, because a WHOLE LOT OF SHIT came out about him! He convinced a young woman, barely in her twenties, to move to a whole new town away from family, completely depending on her for money and chores and a place to live while he's selling drugs, only to up and leave a couple months after she gave birth to his daughter through C-section! And for what? Because, in his own words, he couldn't handle the hormones and mood swings! The wonderful fucking American sex ed at work, folks! Oh, but that's not all!

The first baby momma comes forward and shares that he hasn't seen their kid! Then another mom comes forward! Then another! We were up six baby mommas until we learn that there was another woman while Squirtle was shacking up with Morgan! Seven mothers, a whole bunch of kids, and this sorry excuse for a man couldn't be assed to see any of them!

[Folds his hands over the bridge of his nose] And it's so fucked! He's out here making single fathers look bad! So many dads would have loved to be in their kids' lives. There are so many men who would love kids, period, and then there's this piece of shit pumping and dumping because his trash ass couldn't bother to wrap his dirty dick for a couple minutes.

[Huffs]

Just... out there, doing whatever he likes... while his kids are waiting at home just wanting a goddamn phone call for more than once or twice a month...

#ic #// sorry anon i took waaaaay too long to answer this

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kuttanjal123 · 2 years

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DAVID

Hi, I'm David Lawrence Wahlberg. The people who know me claim that I'm a genuine, loving, and passionate person. I'm six feet tall, eighteen years old, and come from a family of five. My siblings and I are clones of my parents, John and Lisa, but I guess what sets me apart from them is my dark green eyes. Morgan, my younger brother, is a rambunctious and mischievous young man. He's a smart kid who can multi-task. Casey, my younger sister, is obsessed with her dolls. We're all brunettes with dark brown hair.

But hey, like any big brother, I'm protective of them. Millennium babies; blue eyes run in the family, except for Mom and I. She has brown. What's similar is my dad and I have the same defined jawline and side profile. Morgan and I had an age gap of seven years, and it was ten with Casey. Yup, huge. Mom is of Italian-German descent, and Dad is of Irish and Swedish descent. Although it sounds cliched, my mom named Casey since she loved Pamela Anderson's character on Baywatch. My dad named Morgan after Morgan Freeman since he was his favorite actor. You might be thinking about how I was named, right?

Luckily, both Mom and Dad agreed on my name together, since Mom's dad's name was David and Dad's grandfather's name was David. They ultimately needed one of their kids to carry the name forward. I was born in Monroe, Louisiana. We did live there for a while before we moved to Arizona, Michigan, Illinois, and then returned. Interestingly, Dad was a professor who taught poetry, but his job required him to travel a lot. We moved around with him because Mom didn't want me to feel his lack of presence in our lives. Dad loved Walt Whitman's poems, expression, and writing style. Mom attributed Maya Angelou's work as her inspiration to major in English at Illinois State University. That's where they both met in 1983 and married in 1988. Dad's proposal to Mom didn't require him to decorate rooms with flowers or send Mom a bouquet of roses. No champagne, no bending down on a knee, holding up a ring. He just had to give her a copy of Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass, and Mom was floored.

Cut to now, there isn't much time for romance, but there certainly have been moments I've walked in on them expressing their affection for each other. Uh ... awkward? Mom worked as a professor at the same university as Dad did in Louisiana, the Maximillian University of Arts, before Morgan and Casey were born. Dad was the best at grilling meat, playing the piano, helping me out with homework, playing basketball, and cycling. He really was not just great at his job but was a hands-on father who truly cared for his kids. He set up hoops and showed me how to dribble, shoot and score when we played basketball in the backyard.

It was hard to make friends at Rutherford High School because I was not very talkative by nature. I shared a tight relationship with my family, and they were my whole world. I didn't wish to open up since I believed people would judge me a lot. We weren't too close to people in our neighborhood either. I focused on studying hard, getting good grades ... but this changed because of Dad.

"Why don't you try talking to some of your classmates?" he said as he sat down next to me when we were eating dinner. "It's been a while since you've been in high school. I just don't understand. Things were fine back in middle school."

"It's hard and awkward," I said, staring at my food.

"What do you mean?" asked Dad, looking at Mom and then me.

"I mean, I don't talk cool or dress cool, and every time I'm in a new school, I have to figure out who to talk to, and by then, we move again. I finally figure out who to talk to, and again we move. I think I don't fit in here either," I shrugged.

"I promise, we won't move after this," he said, asking me for a high-five.

"Morgan ... honey, you've been sitting with your food for an hour now, and that's bad," said Mom as she stood up and walked towards him.

As I glanced towards the right, I saw Casey babbling and doing a little dance. Dad got up and walked towards her.

"Casey ... come on, eat up ... you're Daddy's little girl, aren't you?" he said as he fed her, making weird mouth noises, then soon carried her and walked around.

Morgan had his own room, and Casey slept in Mom and Dad's room. I agree that the age difference made things difficult, but it was alright. We had moved from Monroe to New Orleans because Dad was underpaid.

"We need to be somewhere," said Dad calmly.

"Where?" I asked grumpily.

It was my birthday, just a couple of weeks before Thanksgiving. But everyone had forgotten to wish me. Oh, I knew it ... shopping. Like really, now?

"Just get into the car. We're getting late," said Mom gesturing.

"You know, I'm old enough to drive myself," I retorted.

"Get in!"

I was furious. They had never forgotten my birthday. So what happened this time? I even wore the outfit to school, but since the day started, nobody cared. I didn't want to remind them. That would look stupid. For some reason, the car ride made me fall asleep quickly.

"Hey buddy, wake up!" yelled Dad.

"Huh?!" I jumped, shaking my head and widening my eyes.

And even before I could fully come to my senses of what was happening, I felt being dragged somewhere, and it was dark as I looked around. I had to blink several times to be sure of it.

"SURPRISE!" screamed a crowd of people.

They were all my classmates! I looked around in shock and then at Mom and Dad.

"Happy birthday, honey," said Mom hugging me.

Speechless, I struggled for words.

"Dad wanted to call all your classmates to surprise you for your birthday. So here they are. Go have fun!" cheered Mom.

I ran up to him and hugged him.

"You're the best!"

"Love you too, buddy," he said and patted me on the head.

All my classmates soon became good friends at school. While I certainly got along well with everyone, I was closest to Andy Hoover and Dwayne Williams.

Our common interest was basketball. Dwayne was naturally good at shooting hoops from any angle and rarely missed. Andy quickly passed the ball and aimed for the rings. I could never grab the ball from him.

When I was sixteen, I had my first serious relationship: Natalie Weston. She had red-orangish hair, brown eyes, beautiful lips, skin like snow. We had an instant connection. I liked her because she was bold, wild, and upfront in how she dressed, expressed herself. She owned up to what she did. She was the head cheerleader for the basketball team. I just loved her somersaults, cartwheels, jumps, and ... her body. But others felt different, I guess.

"Dude, how do you like her?" asked Andy sticking his tongue out.

"Yeah, man, why do you dig that chick?" asked Dwayne raising his eyebrows as she walked by.

Not being able to witness our little make-out sesh, they walked off. I don't blame them.

I got selected for the basketball team and couldn't wait to get home to break the news. Dad was always ready to spoil me with what I wanted—but Mom wasn't having it. I wanted the latest iPhone.

"Honey, trust me. This is the only gift for him this year. Nothing more," Dad said as he removed his jacket and hung it in the closet before winking at me.

"John!" snapped Mom, getting the hint. "You need to stop!"

Although Dad came home pretty late, Morgan and Casey would stay awake at night even though it was past their bedtime, just to hear Dad read them bedtime stories. They wouldn't budge even when Mom and I volunteered to read.

Mom certainly was poetic, too, but they liked the way Dad read, since he was more animated and energetic by nature.

Our jersey was dark blue with white numbers. Wahlberg 32 was me. I had also signed up for running track. Dad and Mom were undoubtedly mad.

"Dave, you gotta work on your grades," said Mom as I was taking off my shoes.

"Why are you so annoying?" I said, making a face at her.

"Honey, if you want to go to the best colleges, you gotta work for it," she said, shaking her head.

"Yeah, but what about basketball? I love that. It's my passion."

"There's no guarantee that that's gonna get you an admission into a school. Plus, the top-notch schools require you to have so much more than just sports—"

"Why can't you just be happy for once!" I snapped. "Gosh! It's so hard to please you. By the way, didn't you and Dad do what you wanted? You still got jobs, right?"

"Yeah, but Dad and I are different. We come from a different time. Things were simpler back then, but now it's more competitive and complicated."

Mom turned to me, but I was staring outside the window.

"Look, all I'm saying is don't bet really high on this. Spread out your time, so you have more opportunity in the future, and you can fall back on something else if basketball doesn't work out," she said, patting me on the back.

"You just think that I'm not good enough," I said, pushing her hand off my shoulder. "That's your problem."

"Honey ... that's not what I meant—"

"You think I will fail and then just drop out and get into drugs, like Grandma," I said, glaring at her with crossed arms.

Mom stared at me for a few moments, then turned away and began to cry.

Oh shit. I promised never to bring up Grandma. Marlene Nichols, my grandmother, abandoned Mom at an early age. She was consumed by drugs and alcohol, and Grandpa raised Mom entirely. Mom severed ties with Marlene. She didn't want anything to do with her. She didn't attend her funeral.

Things got worse when Dad came home from work. And he'd never gotten angry with me ....until now.

"How could you say that to her?" he said, disappointed.

"You both did things that you were passionate about. So why can't you trust that things would work for me too?" I asked.

Sighing, he sat down next to me.

"Look, buddy, you know you have my support, right?"

"Yeah," I nodded.

"I understand that making it into the basketball team is huge and getting to play and compete with other school teams is awesome. But you have to understand that a basketball player's career isn't guaranteed. There's always gonna be someone better than you. And right now, we don't have the luxury of investing time into this," he said, looking at me sadly.

"But Dad—"

"Even if you do make it in and after a couple of years down the line you don't play well, aren't consistent, or lose your form, you'll be thrown out. Where will you go then? How will you pay your bills?"

I stared at him blankly, not having anything to say.

"I can ... I can still figure it out," I assured.

"Sleep on this, and we'll talk about it tomorrow," he said as he patted me and walked out of my room.

"And Mom?" I asked hesitantly.

"She's OK, but be careful next time," he said before he shut the door.

Mom and I made up after I apologized. Over time, Andy, Dwayne, and I didn't hang out much since they got busy trying to make basketball their career. Eventually, I cut back on playing basketball and was let out of the team. Studies were back to being the number one priority.

Things between Natalie and me worsened as well. She wouldn't talk to me because I wasn't on the team anymore ... until it went too far one day.

"Hey," I said to Natalie, waving at her.

She acknowledged me, not saying anything.

"Nat, what's your problem?" I asked her, following behind. "Why are you avoiding me?"

"I am talking to you. It's just you've gotten really busy," she said, looking at her watch.

"I'm still here in class. I don't understand .... What happened?" I asked, frustrated.

"I don't know. You've changed. I don't think we can be a couple anymore," she said before she walked away.

I drove home, kicked the door open, and walked in. Casey was at the table in her chair eating food.

"Where's Morg?" I asked Mom.

"In his room. Everything OK?"

"Oh fine ... just fine," I muttered before I headed upstairs.

And since I was furious, I decided to take out my pent-up rage. Unable to hold it in any longer ... I lured him into playing a game when in reality, all I wanted to do was smack him in the face. He ran towards Mom, screaming and crying ... and before I realized what I'd done, I was grounded.

Dad barged into my room, angrily shouting at me.

"You are really out of line, young man! Get yourself together, or you're gonna face some terrible consequences!"

"OK," I said calmly. "You guys always spend so much time with Morgan and encourage him all the time. If he wants to be a piano player, learn violin, or play soccer, it's always like 'go for it.' You let him do everything he wants and appreciate him all the time."

"Dave, but—"

"What about me? It's like nobody cares about me because all I do is study and study! That's not fair to me. Everyone left me behind," I said as I sat down, frustrated.

Dad looked at me and I could sense he felt my pain and that I had given up so much to make him and Mom happy. He sat down next to me and put his arm on my shoulder.

"OK, I get that you're upset," he said calmly. "I didn't expect things to spiral out of control so much. I'll talk to Mom and convince her. You can get back on the team."

"Really?!" I asked with my eyes lit up.

"You got it," said Dad with a wink.

Morgan wasn't very forgiving to start with, but if you gave him time, he would turn around and get back to being normal again. With the markers, he soon got creative and created magic. When I walked in his room the next time, it felt like I was in a painting.

I would carry Casey and play dolls with her, throw her up and catch her, let her put makeup on me, do my hair.

Our coach was Mr. Butterfield. He was tough but also a great inspiration. He always knew how to turn our weaknesses into strengths and never cussed at us if we made mistakes.

Ashbury had an excellent team. James O'Brien and Christopher Jones were the best players. They could pass and dribble quicker than the other players and knew how to perform well under pressure games. The team was called the Ashbury Riverhawks. Their jersey was dark green, with their names and numbers printed in red. Almost looked like Christmas outfits. But we had to win this game since we lost two other games. The scores were even, and the team which got the extra point would be declared the winner. Mom and Morgan had come to watch me play and were cheering in the crowd for me. Dad was babysitting Casey. Time left: fifteen seconds.

I began dribbling and managed to block Jones, who was trying to take the ball away from me. I ran, jumped, and slam-dunked the ball into the hoop. We won! The time left was one second.

I could see that Mom was so happy in the crowd, and Morg was clapping so hard to show he was pleased for me. Time to celebrate, we took team pictures with the coach, and the cup we won. It felt awesome. My shot made a difference, and I had won a game for the team. What could be a more significant comeback than this?

As we headed to the dressing room to change, Natalie walked in and whispered in my ear.

"Stay for a while, but once you're done, meet me in the parking lot." She winked as she walked away.

The others watched and raised their eyebrows since girls weren't allowed in the dressing rooms and they knew something was up. Just didn't say anything.

"Dude ... I guess tonight's the night, huh?" said Dwayne removing his jersey.

"Oh, come on. Do you have any?" I asked, taking my hand out of my pocket.

"What?"

"You know ...." I shrugged.

"Andy's got some."

But before I could take it, Mom called me.

"Yo!" I called out as I rushed towards the door. "Back in a sec!"

"Come on, let's go home," said Mom as she tugged on me. "Dad wants to see you. He's gonna be so happy."

But I wasn't ready just yet. I managed to convince her, and as soon as she was gone ... I headed to the parking lot and got into Natalie's car.

A while later, we fell back, breathless, looked at each other, then laughed and smiled.

"I love you," she said, stroking my face.

"I love you too," I said.

Dec 25th, 2008: It was Christmas worldwide, but it was the worst nightmare for us. The police showed up at our doorstep at lunchtime.

"Dad!" I screamed, confused, trying to pull him back. "Let him go!"

"It's gonna be alright, OK?" he said, looking at me as he was handcuffed.

"John!" screamed Mom. "Honey—what's—"

"I'll be back, honey," he said as he managed to hold her hand one last time " ... just ... just ... take care of the kids."

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you," said the officer as he dragged Dad outside.

In hours he was on TV being interrogated by the police and FBI. The officer looked up from the piece of paper in his hand as Dad began tapping his knee against the table leg, nervously looking around.

"So ... Luke Parker ... would you like to confess?"

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Tragedy in a Pair - Winchester Brothers Imagine (Supernatural/Criminal Minds Crossover)

Title: Tragedy in a Pair

Pairing: Winchester Brothers X Sibling!Reader

Requested: nope

Word Count: 1,993 words

Warning(s): major character death, mentions of violence, gunshot wound, and demons

Summary: (S2, E1 in both) (Y/n) Winchester faces tragedy on all fronts.

Author's Note: I'm happy that people seem to be enjoying this character as much as I am.

More about this character here!

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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It felt like I had been hit from all angles.

First, there was the Fisher King.

We were meant to go on a vacation. We were supposed to get time off of the normal flow of cases. My brothers told me that they had tracked down my dad, so I was ready to find them and finally put an end to my dad's obsession.

Then, an unsub latched onto the team.

We were all on edge.

Elle was arrested while on vacation with Morgan. We were given a set of rules and puzzles. It all just felt so... ridiculous. It was something out of some story you read in high school and think is just the coolest thing.

The bastard even shot Elle because we "broke his rules".

I wanted to be with her and the rest of the team.

And then Sam called.

Some demon had possessed a truck driver and hit the impala at full speed. Sam only had a few bruises and scrapes. My dad had a few more serious injuries but was mostly okay. Dean, however, was in a coma. And there wasn't a lot of hope.

Hotch tried to push me to go. I refused. The case wasn't over.

He finally put his foot down. No longer a friend. He was my boss telling me to go see my brothers.

When I got to the hospital, Sam was waiting for me in the lobby.

"Oh, Sammy," I muttered when I saw how bruised up his face was.

"Trust me," he replied. "I look better than the other two."

He led me back to Dean's room.

I walked in slowly. I was acting like my steps could wake him up. Maybe it brought me some comfort to think that he was just napping. I touched his hand.

"Hey Dean," I mumbled. "Don't know if you can hear me. I'm sure my friend at work would know how promising the research had been on those in comas being able to hear those around them."

I chuckled.

"I just want you to know that I'm here," I continued. "Sam and I are right here."

After that, I walked out. Sam walked with me to my dad's room.

"I'm gonna go be with Dean," Sam mumbled to me before leaving.

"Hey Dad," I said as I walked in. I only took a few steps into the room. He wasn't much of a hugger. I knew that.

"Hey kid," he replied.

"How are you feeling," I asked. "Need me to ask the nurse about some more pain meds?"

"No," he shook his head. "How's work?"

"Fine, fine," I nodded. I hadn't seen him since I went off to college. I wasn't shocked at how awkward it was. "We're... We were in the middle of a case actually. Interesting one."

"You're just doing a different kind of hunting," he tried to joke.

I nodded, "I- I guess we are."

There was a long pause between us.

"You should've been there," he spoke up. "With us. The thing killed your mom."

"I was planning on it," I explained. "We got the case on the same day I was going to leave. I... I had a job to do."

"Your job takes priority over your family?"

"I didn't say that-"

"But it's what you mean-"

"That's what you did," I stopped him. "Don't act like we're the same. I wasn't working that case because I chose to. This unsub was threatening my team and everyone around us. I called Sam and told him where the hell I was. More curtesy than you showed us."

There was another long pause between the two of us.

"Nice to know what it takes you to visit," he replied.

"What," I asked, shocked. "If you had bothered to call, I could've helped, Dad. Stop blaming your lack of communication on me."

He rolled his eyes, "You ran from us the first chance you got."

"You told me not to come back."

"You were selfish," he scolded. "You only came to see me now because I nearly died."

"Don't get confused," I snapped as I stepped toward his hospital bed. "I am not here for you. I am here for my brothers. One that's fighting for his damn life and the other that needs someone to do more than treat him like a disappointment."

I turned to leave the room, planning to go check on Dean.

"What would your mother think if she saw you now," he asked quietly.

I froze in the doorway before turning around. I didn't walk closer, I just looked at him.

"Don't you dare bring Mom into this," I replied through gritted teeth. "You are the only reason that I left and didn't come back. Don't blame me for your fuck up. Treat your kids like they're your kids, not your soldiers."

I left the room without another word.

Sam was only a little way down the hall. He was looking down, playing with the zipper of his jacket.

"Have you gotten your cuts checked," I asked as I walked over. He nodded, not looking at me. "Thank you for calling me, Sammy."

"I shouldn't have made you face him," he muttered. "I should've known better."

"No, no, no," I pulled him into a tight hug. "You didn't do anything wrong, Sam. My relationship with Dad wasn't something you could've fixed. That was up to me and him."

He tightened the hug and I heard him take a deep breath, "I heard you talking. Mom would've been proud of everything you've done."

I blinked back a wave of tears, "Thanks, Sammy. She would've been proud of you too."

I stepped back and grinned at him. He grinned back before looking down the hall toward our dad's room.

"Don't, Sam."

"I... I'm just going to see him," Sam explained, not looking back at me.

"Okay," I mumbled. "I'm gonna go see Dean."

He nodded.

We both walked in opposite directions.

As I made it to Dean's room, I pulled out my phone and dialed Garcia's number.

"(Y/n)," I was shocked when there wasn't an interesting greeting. "How are you? Is everyone okay?"

"Umm, yeah, yeah," I nodded, not wanting to go into details. "How's Elle?"

"She's good," Garcia replied. "She's out of surgery and stable."

"Good," I let out a relieved sigh. "And the case?"

"Spencer is running off of pure caffeine," she said. "Surprised he's functioning."

"He does have a tendency to hyper-fixate on finding solutions," I replied with a chuckle. "Let me know if I can help."

"Focus on your family," she instructed. "Hotch has instructed me to not give you anything more than basic updates. No clues."

I chuckled again, "Thank you, Garcia."

"Good luck," she said before hanging up.

I walked back into Dean's room, pulling a chair up to the foot of his bed.

"I'm not going anywhere," I promised. "Not until you're back up."

--time skip--

It wasn't until the next morning that anything happened.

Dean waking up was sudden and terrifying. I threw the chair back and yelled out the door for someone to help.

The doctor removed the tube from his throat and checked his vitals. By that time, Sam had made it back to the room.

"So, you found a reaper after him," I looked at Sam as I sat on the edge of the bed. He nodded. "And Dean just managed to escape?"

"I guess so," Sam shrugged.

"And you can't remember anything," I asked Dean.

He shook his head, "All I've got is this sinking feeling in my stomach. Something's wrong."

There was a knock. We all looked over to see my dad in the doorway. He was in his normal clothes now with a sling on his arm.

"How're you feeling, dude," he asked Dean.

Dean shrugged, "Fine, I guess. I'm alive."

"That's what matters," he replied.

"Where were you last night," Sam asked him. I looked at Sam. Dad had left last night?

I truly hadn't left Dean's room the night before. Any conversation with my dad was going to spark another argument, but Sam tried to keep me updated.

"I had some things to take care of."

"God, do you have a copyright on vague bullshit," I asked. I felt Dean nudge my leg with his hand. I waved him off. "Did you go after the demon?"

"No," my dad replied.

"You know, why don't I believe you right now," Sam joined in.

My dad took a few steps forward, "Can we not fight?"

Again, I rolled my eyes, looking back at Dean. Some things never changed, and my dad was the best example. Dean grabbed my hand. Quiet comfort.

"Half the time we're fighting, I don't know what we're fighting about."

I closed my eyes and looked down. How was he full of such bullshit? I didn't understand it. I felt Dean squeeze my hand. I looked over at him and nodded with a forced grin.

"Look, Sammy, (Y/n)," I looked over at him when he said my name. "I've made some mistakes. But I've always done the best I could. I just don't want to fight anymore, okay?"

"Are you alright," I asked, noticing the tears in his eyes.

"Yeah, just a little tired," he nodded. "How about you and Sammy go grab some coffee?"

I saw something in his eyes. Something different. It made me nod and stand up. I gave Dean's hand one more reassuring squeeze before nodding at Sam to follow me outside.

My dad grabbed my arm before I left. He used his good arm to hug me. I slowly hugged him back.

He muttered in my ear, "I'm sorry for earlier. I was wrong to say those things. Your mom would be so proud of the work you're doing."

I knew then that he had done something stupid.

My father's pride was too important to him to apologize at all, let alone in front of other people.

I just stepped back and grinned at him. No fighting.

Sam and I walked down the hall in silence for a while.

"He did something," I said. "Something stupid."

"Yeah... I know."

On our way back, we found our dad on the floor of his room, dead.

"Dad," we both said at the same time.

Sam ran to get help and I just fell to the ground next to him. I turned him onto his back and tried to find a pulse.

"Shit," I muttered, going to try to start chest compressions. I blinked away my tears, trying to focus. "What the hell did you do?"

I was yanked away by a few nurses. I was pushed outside where I saw Sam walking down the hall with Dean.

I must've started shaking when I saw them both.

They met me at the door, Sam pulling me into his other side.

We watched them try to revive our dad.

The flatline wasn't the scariest sound. The scariest sound was when the doctor told them to stop compressions.

And just like that, with three words, the three of us were alone.

Completely alone.

--time skip--

I made it back to D.C about a week later. I had spent a few days with my brothers at Bobby's before making the drive home.

I came back to find a bunch of flowers on my desk.

"Hotch didn't go into detail," I looked up when Garcia walked over. "He just said things had gone wrong. I thought these would be nice."

I let out a quiet sob and looked down again. Even without knowing why, she was so willing to help me.

She pulled me into a tight hug. I felt another hand on my back. I looked over at J.J. as she gave me a comforting grin. I looked over to see Morgan and Reid walking over too.

I grinned back at them.

Maybe I wasn't as alone in this as I thought.

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A Stranger Things 2 Fanfic

Chapter Two- Part Two

Phina had barely made it through the day, her mind lost in the endless thoughts. What happened that morning, what had happened with Steve, it was driving her completely mad. She hated him, god damn, she hated him. She hated his caring ways, his gentle touch, his soft voice, she hated the way her stomach flipped when she looked into his sincere eyes. She hated him because he made it hard for her to hate him. It was all so much easier when he was "king Steve" the top asshole of the school, when him and his friends made her life miserable every chance they got. It was much easier.

Things had changed, it wasn't like that anymore. Now, now she had to hide her feelings, terrified to face them. Because the thing was, she didn't hate him, she couldn't, she hated herself for the things she felt, and it was easier to blame it on him.

It was easier to say that she hated him, because what she truly felt for him would destroy her sister.

By the time Phina had arrived at the party, it was in full swing. Outside and inside the house, teenagers partied, the music blasting so loud she heard it from down the street.

As soon as she got to the thick of the clusters of people, she attracted almost every eye. Her outfit probably the most overly dramatic one there.

She wore a black corseted dress, the top part being a literal corset that was semi-restricting, and showed of her curves, not to mention that it was strapless. The front part of the dress came to her thighs, while the back came all the way to the ground, the fabric lacy and a little sheer. Her makeup was the same as this morning, sharp and deadly. She wore the ruby red Victorian style necklace from this morning, and a matching ruby red ring, and pentagram earrings to add to the witchy factor. The best part of her out fit though, was the wand. It was strapped to her thigh by a thin lace band, ready to be grabbed at any moment.

Almost every eye was on her, even the blurry drunken ones. She made her way to the front door, smirking at ever eye she met. They parted seas for her, probably thinking she was actually a witch, ready to curse them at any moment.

Phina stepped through the front door of the house, again, attracting every eye. She searched the room, for a familiar face, unfortunately finding Steve's first. He stood next to Billy Hargrove, who's eyes roamed her body. Steve's eyes didn't roam, they met hers, and held them. She could see the memory there, the words said this morning, the things they felt.

She tore her gaze from as quickly as possible, this morning didn't happen for as far as she was concerned. Phina found Nancy walking to the kitchen, and she took off towards her. The crowd parting even in the small cramped space, Hawkins Freak, no one was willing to touch her, in fear, in wonder. The party resumed, teens awkwardly dancing to the loud music, drinking whatever could be supplied, kissing whoever the wanted too.

When she got over to the kitchen, she hears Nancy asks someone about the punch.

"Pure fuel, pure fuel!" He yelled, hitting his chest.

Phina pushes the kid away and stands next to her sister, "it's a hangover that you are not prepared for."

"How do you know," she asks, almost innocently.

"I bet you all most half the kids in her have spiked it with something strong from their parents liquor cabinet," Phina laughs, "it'll be enough to make you forget who you are."

"Good," Nancy says, going to grab a cup of it.

She quickly fills up the glass and starts to chug it, and to Phina's relief and dismay, Steve comes to stand next to her.

"Woah woah woah, hey, take it easy. Take it easy," he tries to warn her, "Nance."

She looks at him, almost annoyed, "we're just being stupid teenagers for the night, wasn't that the deal?"

She turns back to the punch bowl and scoops up another drink, again chugging it in seconds. She wipes a little off of her face and walks away, into the crowd of dancing, sweaty, teens, starting to dance.

Phina shakes her head at her little sister, "she's going to regret this."

"Yeah," Steve agrees, leaning forward on the counter to watch Nancy go.

Phina scoops up two cups of punch, handing one of them to Steve, "you look like you need this."

He looks down at it and his eyes travel up her arm and to her face, she looked beautiful, she always did. Oh he was gonna need more than just one cup.

He grabs it from her, "to being stupid teenagers."

She raises her cup, "to being stupid teenagers, cheers."

They tap their cups together, and down them. The bittersweet taste swirling on Phina's tongue, so many different alcohols mixed with the fruit punch. She breathes deeply after she's done, chuckling a little, Steve copying her. A single drop of punch slides down her chin, and he raises his hand to wipe it away. His warm fingers brush across her face, lingering for a moment.

She looks up into his eyes, stupid teenagers indeed. She took a small step away from him, dipping her cup back in the punch, if she wanted to make it through this night, she was going to need a lot of this.

"Lets go find Nancy," she said, and they fell back to reality.

They danced in the middle of the living room, having the time of their lives. Everyone was smiling, laughing, and pretending. Nancy was drunk off her ass, Phina was trying her hardest to stay away from Steve, and Steve was, breaking. Yet they put on a facade, a play, Stupid Teenagers.

Phina spun, her hands in the air, laughing as she did. When she stops, she sees Nancy making her way back to the kitchen, Steve following her. Phina groaned, following after him. Nancy was to drunk, at this rate, if she kept drinking, she'd die of alcohol poisoning.

Phina pushes her way through the crowd, well behind the two she chased after. When she gets close, she hears them arguing, and as soon as she breaks through the crowd, the cup of punch they had been fighting over, flies upwards and all the liquid falls on Nancy's front. The entire party yells, and then goes quiet, watching the couple.

Nancy looks down at the front of her white outfit, now stained red, "what the hell?"

She pushes past Steve and makes her way towards the bathroom, Steve watching her go, "Nance."

He follows her, running to catch her, leaving Phina there by herself. She sighs, the night had gone to shy really quick.

"Phina," asks a voice to her right, Jonathan.

She turns to him and smiles, "you came! What about Will?"

"He'll be ok, if Mike's anything like you, he won't let anything happen," Jonathan laughs.

"Yeah, well you're lucky that Mike is exactly like me," Phina sighs, "I'm not so sure that's a good thing."

"What just happened," Jon asks, nodding towards the puddle on the floor.

"Nancy is drunk, wasted," Phina shakes her head, looking down sadly, "Steve was trying to stop her from drowning herself in alcohol, as you can see it didn't go to well."

Jonathan places a hand on her arm, "she'll be ok Phina."

"Yeah," she lets out a pitiful laugh, "she's got Steve to take care of her."

Phina didn't say it, but Jonathan saw right through her, Steve Harrington was the problem here, and Jonathan knew that she didn't know how to handle this.

They hear a door slam upstairs and watch as Steve comes rushing down, going straight towards the door. Phina instantly sees the emotion on his face, in his eyes, despair. Something had happened up there.

"Can you make sure Nancy is ok," Phina asks Jon, looking towards were Steve went to the door.

"Go, I'll get her home," Jonathan tells her.

She thanks him with a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek before she is rushing after Steve. She pushed her way out the door and almost frantically looking around for Steve. She quickly found him walking to his car, his arms resting on top of his head. Phina walked towards him, carefully.

He kicked the back tire of his car, angrily yelling.

"Steve," she asked him quietly.

He spun around to face her, and she instantly saw the tears tracking down his face. And her heart broke, what had her sister done.

"Steve," she whispers sadly, "what happened?"

"She doesn't love me Phina," he stuttered, hardly breathing, "she called it bullshit."

"She's drunk Steve, she doesn't know what she's saying," she tries to comfort him, stepping closer to him.

"You're right. If she was sober she wouldn't have said that, she would have just thought it," he breathes, "drunk words are sober thoughts."

She sighed, "I know Steve, I know, I'm sorry."

He shakes his head, "don't be."

"I will be if I want to Harrington," she tells him sternly, "because whether you like it or not I'm sorry."

He smiles, "you're so passionate about everything you feel."

"You know that better than anyone Harrington," she jokes, "remember when I hated you?"

His heart stops, reading into the words more than he probably should have, "when? I thought you still hated me."

Her head falls, she regretted her words, but there was no going back now.

"No Harrington, I don't hate you," she shakes her head, looking up at him, "not anymore."

She felt uneasy, so she reached up to her neck and grabbed her charm. His eyes fall on her hand and light up, the sadness in them lessening. His mind flashes back to what happened in the bathroom, to something that Nancy had said.

"Nance," he whispers.

"Why don't you go find Phina," she slurs, "I know Steve."

Steve knew what she had meant, Nancy knew what he felt, more than he knew himself. Now, standing in front of Phina, under the moon, the distant sound of partying teens, he realized what he felt, and for the first time, he wasn't scared of it.

-1737 words-

Oh my god that is honestly so cute. I am actually so obsessed with Steve and Phina's relationship and I cannot wait to develop it further. Sorry this update has take so long, a lot of crap has been happening lately and I haven't had the time to write. Anyway, tell me what you guy think of it, and if you have any suggestions feel free to comment them.

-Morgan

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