have you ever walked so far that by the time you got where you were going, you wanted to stay there for as long as possible so you could avoid walking back?
have you ever been so exhausted that you didn’t have the energy to do what you had to do?
have you ever procrastinated until the stress nearly broke you?
have you ever made a mistake so big, you couldn’t take it back and you tried and you tried and you realized the more you tried, the more you struggled, the more you suffered, so you just let go, you just stopped in your tracks?
that’s what falling in love with someone all wrong for you feels like. it feels like walking too far down the wrong road and suddenly, you’re so tired and so far from home and the only two choices are to stay the night with someone who makes you feel safe or to crawl back alone.
stop asking people why they can’t just leave - you already know
I walked into my apartment after long day at work, the smell of food filling my nose. I kicked off my black slip-ons and placed them on the mat next to the door, then walked into the kitchen to see a shirtless Shawn wearing sweats and my purple apron. “Shawn, what are you—are you cooking?” I asked in an amused tone, he rarely cooks, and when he does it’s always simple meals like macaroni and cheese.
I walked up to him and hugged him from behind, peeking over his shoulder to see he was chopping garlic. I let go and he walked over to the sink and rinsed his hands, he whipped them on the apron and opened his arms for a hug. He rubbed my back and kissed my head. “Hi baby, you texted me saying work was stressful, so I decided to cook dinner for you, well attempt to cool, we all know I’m not the best.” He chuckled.
I pulled away, “Thank you, that’s sweet, but what are you cooling anyway?”
“It’s like garlic chicken with potatoes, I saw it on Pinterest!” He stated proudly.
“Pinterest?” I laughed. “Since when do you use it?”
“Since you left it open on the iPad and I saw the recipe and thought it looked good.” I shrugged his arms.
“Oh okay, do you need any help?” I asked.
“Nope, well maybe, but not now.” He said. I just nodded my head and left him to it. I went to out bedroom to change out of my waitress uniform into comfortable clothes. I threw on yoga pants and shirt with Harry Potter crest. I took my hair out of the tight ponytail and let it down in its natural state. I flopped back on the bed and felt myself relax. However my relaxation was short lived as I heard the smoke detector go off. I sighed as I got up. “Shawn, baby, what’s going on?” I asked as I walked into the kitchen.
“I think the chicken burned itself!” He said frantically trying to cut potatoes while checking on the chicken. I laughed. “Here, I’ll handle the chicken and you finish with the potatoes. Okay?”
I walked over to the stove to see that he in fact did burn the chicken and he didn’t even cut the fat off of the pieces. I turned the burner off and scrapped the chicken into the middle of the pan. “So, did I burn it?” He asked, I could tell he was upset.
“Yeah, but it’s all alright! Don’t sweat it, I’m sure we have more chicken.” I said with a reassuring smile. He returned the gesture and pulled me in for a hug. I pulled away and looked up at hi, pecking his lips. He pulled me in for another kiss, before speaking. “I just wanted to cook for you.”
“You tired and I really appreciate it. Anyway, I could really go for you famous mac’n’cheese with chicken nuggets. Potatoes make me bloat.” I said, trying to light his mood a little. He bursted out in laughter. “Okay, I feel better. Mac’n’cheese is it!”
A/N: A request from @summerinavonlea for a Derek x Reader where the reader is really into that retro swing look (think Candyman by Christina Aguilera). One night, she invites the team out to a bar she goes to because they have theme nights and they’re doing swing dancing that night. Normally, shy and reserved, the team is surprised to find she’s a really good dancer. Both she and Derek like each other but have never said as much. When guy after guy asks the reader to dance, Morgan gets a little jealous. Many members of the team dance with her throughout the night, including Morgan. @coveofmemories
“Okay, I have to ask,” Garcia said, walking out of her office after a long day cramped up in her tiny, but terrific office filled with computer screens. Y/N had been working at the BAU for nearly a year, and every single Friday they were home, she had a separate bag from her go-bag. No one had any idea what was in it, and until now, no one had ever asked.
Y/N turned around, realizing that the statement had been for her. “Have to ask what?” She smiled, her red lipstick perfectly reapplied after an entire day of downing cup after cup of coffee. For months now, Derek had had a hard time keeping his feelings for Y/N off of his face. She was his opposite, shy and unassuming, but she was also vastly intelligent, kind and funny. They were just such opposites, he always imagined she’d be more into Reid than him. Garcia looked at her bag and motioned toward it. “Oh this? Well, any time we’re home on a Friday, I like to go to this bar downtown, Harbor Q. They have dancing and drinks, and they do theme nights.” She started to blush; she hadn’t intended to admit how much she enjoyed the themed dancing they offered, but she had been working with them for a year.
“Tonight’s theme is swing dancing,” she finished, looking quickly around the room at her friends. “If anyone wants to come, I’d love it. I’m sure you’d all have fun.” Immediately, Rossi and Hotch said they were in. Given that they were the oldest on the team, they had an appreciation for that kind of music even more so than the rest of the team. Garcia quickly said she wouldn’t miss it and darted out of the BAU to go get changed into a theme-ready outfit. After JJ found a babysitter for Henry, she said that she and Will would absolutely be there, and soon after, Emily, Spencer and Derek agreed as well. Derek wasn’t really the swing dancing type of guy, but he didn’t want to miss a chance to see Y/N out of the office doing something she loved. He imagined she’d be even more beautiful than normal.
“Cool, I’ll see you all in a little while. I have an outfit in here so I’ll get changed there.” With that, she left, thinking about the adorable outfit she’d change into once she got to Harbor Q.
Within an hour and a half, the team managed to assemble themselves and make their way to Harbor Q. Y/N had texted them to say she was already inside. When they walked in, Derek nearly stopped in his tracks, causing Garcia to walk into his back. “Just ask her out, Hot Chocolate,” she laughed. “I’ve never seen the Derek Morgan have it so bad for someone and not say anything about it.”
Just ahead of him, Y/N was dancing with someone he didn’t know, dressed in a red, swing-style dress with black and white polka dots on the top and bottom. Her shoes were black and white too, and her hair was pinned up. “Wow, you have it bad Baby Boy,” Garcia laughed, waving toward Y/N as she caught her eye. “Ask her out. She’s single. I’ve asked.”
“I might just have to,” he said in a daze, unable to take his eyes off her. He’d been dancing (pun intended) around his feelings for too long. “But right now I just want to watch her dance. She’s actually really good.” She was great at basically everything, so he wasn’t sure why he was so surprised. It was probably because she was exceptionally shy inside the office. Here though, here she seemed like she was in her element. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say she wasn’t the same person. In the office, she was shy and reserved, here she was animated, her smile as wide as the sea as she twirled around in the hands of her partner.
Minutes later, the song concluded and she walked over to the team. “Hey guys,” she said sweetly. “I’m glad you came.”
“We wouldn’t miss seeing you dance like that,” Emily said as she pointed toward the dance floor. She was stunned, as were they all.
Everyone stared at her in awe. It was unlike the woman they knew. “Where did you learn to dance like that?” Reid asked.
“Well, my grandmother was always really into this type of music, and then she bought me a pair of shoes like this,” she said, turning her ankles toward them. “At that point, I started listening to swing music all the time, and when I got a little older, I asked my parents if I could take classes. Throughout high school and college, I did it all the time, until the very end when work, school and dancing became too much, but I still do it as often as I can.”
Rossi especially loved this kind of music. He was a little more into smooth jazz, but he appreciated the carefree nature of swing music. “You’re exceptionally good at it,” he said. “Is everyone here trained?”
“No,” she laughed. “That’s Connor.” She pointed to the dance partner they’d seen as they walked in. “He is, but most others aren’t.”
“Well then,” Rossi said, straightening his jacket and making his way up to Y/N with his hand extended, “I won’t feel bad asking for a dance. You have to teach me how you’re so light on your feet.”
A pang of jealousy rang through Derek’s stomach as Y/N took his hand and ushered Rossi, JJ and Will, and Reid and Emily onto the dance floor. Apparently, she was going to try and teach them as well. Why was he jealous? God, he really needed to just take Garcia’s advice and ask Y/N out. It was killing him to sit idly by as she flitted around with everyone else, even his own teammates - though he had no reason to be jealous of them.
He couldn’t help but laugh when Rossi started tripping on his own two feet though. Rossi may have claimed to be a smooth-talking Italian, but he undeniably had two left feet. Derek was about to go ask Y/N for a dance when the song ended and she switched partners with Emily. Now, she was attempting to teach Reid how to dance, and surprisingly enough, he had an easier time than Rossi.
Garcia had been floating between the bar, where a very handsome gentleman was making a movie (to which she was very receptive considering she’d just broken up with Kevin), the dance floor, and Derek’s table. “Are you sure she’s single?” he asked as she approached him with his drink. “She looks like she’s into Reid.”
“No,” she said firmly. “She loves Reid, but it’s more of a best friend kind of love. She’s actually been trying to set him up with one of her good friends from outside the office. Ask. Her. Out.” Again, he was about to get up as the song concluded, but she pulled Hotch from nearby and made him dance with her. Rossi was catching on quickly, dancing circles around Reid who was now tripping over his clumsy feet.
Nearly 45 minutes went by, with Y/N switching between members of the team, including the ladies, and other men in the bar. Every time Derek wanted to go ask her to dance with him, she’d go to someone else without giving him enough time to even move from his table. Alright Derek, he said to himself. Get up.
“It’s about time you showed up out here,” Y/N said with a smile when Derek finally made his way to the dance floor. “I have to know if the incomparable Derek Morgan is as light on his feet as I think he is.” She grabbed his hand and twirled into him. Without missing a beat, he gathered her by the waist and started moving his feet in time with hers, catching on much more quickly than any of his friends.
“Since when does my sexy Chocolate Thunder know how to swing dance,” Garcia asked, reaching her hand toward him. Playfully, Y/N slapped it away.
“He’s mine now, Garcia!” Everyone paired up again, except Rossi and Garcia, who paired off with people they met there. “I’m glad you came.” Although it had taken over an hour to get a dance with her, Derek was glad he’d come too. Now to actually say something and not draw the attention of his teammates.
“Me too,” he said, placing his hand on the small of her back. “You look beautiful by the way.” Red really was her color. It made her eyes pop. “And I had absolutely zero idea you were as talented a dance as you are an agent.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere, Derek,” she winked, her tongue pushed up agains the roof of her mouth. “And thank you. I fancy myself a great agent, so that’s quite the compliment.”
“Y/N…” he started. “I was wondering if sometime soon, you might want to go out…just the two of us.” When he looked up, he could see Garcia giving him a wink and a thumbs up.
“I’d love that, Derek,” she replied as the music started to slow down, a much more mellow tune blasting its way through the bar. “I was wondering when you might ask me out.” Reid, Emily and Hotch looked on, knowing exactly what was happening, but they paid them no mind.
“Am I allowed to have two dances in a row?” Derek asked cheekily, feeling better now that he’d gotten his feelings off his chest. She’d danced with each member of the team more than once, but never two in a row, so despite an upcoming date, he wasn’t sure if she was going to move on to someone else.
“I normally like to switch it up,” she said, looking up from where her head was leaning against his chest. “But for you, I think I’ll make an exception.”
Can you draw Negan kneeling at Carl's grave? And as he places Carl's sheriff hat on it, he whispers that he's sorry? (I love your art, btw!)
I did my best. Since I procrastinated so much, I tried to do something more serious but meh, meh. You know me. And I don’t have even proper fonts on laptop, I should really find some. But I wanted to experiment, so I used shades of a sorrow blue. <:
But this request is basically imagine what would happen if The Kingdom didn’t arrive on time.
If you got all the long way here, first shout out to @the-walking-dead-edits. You can find pretty decent edits there. Just check it out. <:
My dnd char is a tiny preachy-vegan gnome named Mhyri. She once set a gaurd station on fire because they didn't care enough to help find missing townsfolk. She likes long walks on the beach and JUSTICE. Also girls. She definitely likes girls.
Anon asked: Hello :) Can I make a request? B.A.P reaction to their s/o cuddling them when they’re tired? Thank you ☺️ Take as long as you need 😊
B.A.P REACTIONS TO their s/o cuddling with them!
After a long night at work, you tiredly walked down the hallway, making sure to be quiet so that way you wouldn’t wake up your loving boyfriend. You quietly peeked through your shared bedroom and saw your boyfriend, Yongguk, lying down peacefully with Tigger cuddled up next to him. You playfully gasped, earning Yongguk’s attention as you placed your purse down on your office chair. Yongguk calmly yet happily greeted you as you took off your shoes. You flopped down on the bed and then politely shooed Tigger. “Why did you do that, baby?” Instead of answering, you simply wrapped your arms around his torso and tucked your head underneath his chin. You found yourself drifting off to dream world and the sounds of Yongguk’s low chuckle was the last thing you heard. “We got to work on you overworking babe.”
hey so just a note: if you see someone use a cane or wheelchair or other mobility device some days, but not others, don’t assume they’re “better” or worse yet assume they’re faking. i use my cane on days where my pain or fatigue is worse, or on days where i know i’ll have a long way to walk, so that i’ll have something to lean off to take some stress off my legs, and i know that other people who use mobility devices may have similar arrangements. same deal with if you see them on the stairs some says but not others, see them going down stairs but not up, taking elevators three floors but not two, etc. disability can be really complex and, as a rule, i know my limits and, unless i’ve already given you the okay, i don’t need your questions or intervention
we had worked a little bit on bending and the circle of aids on the lunge, I told y’all about that. First pick up enough on the inside rein to tip her nose in. Then inside leg to create bend thru the rest of the body. Outside leg for forward movement.
Off the lunge - did just a few simple figures. Walked down the long side, and reaching the end, did a small circle before continuing down the short side. The first circle was really funny. Skye doesn’t like bending to the left, so when we hit the corner, I tipped her nose in, I put on my inside leg to create bend, and then she just half passed right out of that corner rofl. Basically we got our bend, but I didn’t have my outside leg on, and she wasn’t comfortable making that circle, so she just skated out inside. It was pretty funny.
So redid that with outside leg, and practiced that same small circle in all the corners and in both directions, until I was able to do a smooth circle and give just enough bend/yield/forward/inside outside leg combo to do them right.
And ofc every time we did a small circle I gave her a big scratch and praise and then we walked or trotted on.
I had a tighter rein than usual (I usually only take up like two notches, this time it was three), and was practicing making my grip neutral and letting her head and mouth dictate things while I followed with my relaxed elbows, only moving my elbows intentionally backwards for that initial bend aid. A few times she felt really heavy and I tried to squeeze her more forward to lighten her up, a few times she went above the bit (not like avoidant, more just because my reins were still pretty loose) and I wasn’t sure how to follow with my hands when I loss contact, if I was supposed to bring my arms backwards or up or take up another notch, and I’m still not sure. But mostly it was good.
I felt that taking up another notch was a lot better for the trot, because even though she felt heavy sometimes, the contact was way more consistent, and I only felt once or twice like I was bumping her mouth.
I also thought I felt her stretching down a few times, and made sure to follow her mouth and make my elbows really soft. I wish I’d been able to watch what was happening because I felt a significant difference between what felt like lugging/what felt like coming above the bit/felt like stretching down into the contact and moving forward, but I couldn’t see it and I can only speculate.
We finished up with some larger trot circles, basically lunging size.
Another horse came in towards the end and Skye got exciting and sped up. That was funny because she’s usually so sedate. It was also really great for me because instead of feeling nervous, I felt like I had enough security in my seat to just keep up my business, direct her, and do our circles and push her thru her excitement. I felt like even if she had gone into a canter I would have been okay. She feels really safe to ride, but also enough of a challenge (sometimes drops suddenly into a walk, sometimes suddenly speeds up, doesn’t follow aids 100% of the time) that I feel pushed to up my game. I feel like I’m actually riding her, like we’re working together to communicate, and I can ask and then she’ll give and I can reward.
It just feels really nice and clear. She’s such a wonderful lesson horse and I also super love my instructor.