#I just noticed that half of the letters didn't show correctly lol I'm such an idiot

[maystea]

And I wished, reaching to the stars, and holding breath,

wished, for someone special and particular,

for someone with the universe inside of the soul,

to know how precious they are.

And so, I wished. For one thing only.

I hope you're happy somewhere,

where time doesn't exist.

— Happy Birthday, Kim Ga-On.

[andromedastarrs]

Miguel O'Hara - Random Headcanons, All SFW! :)

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Y'all enjoyed the other post a lot so here-- have some more of my brain rot! All of these are just fun things lol, interactions and quirks!

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If he spots you and notices that you have bad posture, he'll point it out and tell you to straighten up. Even if others are around. "Unless you wanna live with back pain till the rest of your life..."

Clean cursive would probably be his preferred font to write in. When he prints his letters it's a total mess.

Definitely does not tolerate people who chew with their mouth open. He will glare at you, grab his plate, and move away.

Takes freezing cold showers. Headcanon because every health nut/gym person that I've met says it's the best for muscle recovery.

Doesn't like to watch TV in his free time, he's in front of screens all day. He spends it instead reading books, cleaning up his living area, putting on music and resting on his couch to let his mind relax.

Loud dad sneezes. Doesn't apologize for it.

Likes his coffee black. On his rest days though, he will add a little milk in there to treat himself.

Will order the biggest burger off the menu and successfully chomp at it with no issue. A part of me also thinks it would be in character for him to order a small meal and eat very... Well, he'd eat like a princess. LMFAO.

Is not religious but very respectful of every religion. I think if he were to have a spiritual S/O and they practiced a religion he didn't know much about he'd wanna learn about it by asking them questions.

I am TIRED of the racist Miguel allegations. I am a firm believer that because he is half Irish and half Mexican, if he were to be present in front of a racist, he wouldn't tolerate it. Also headcanon that he's not the arguing type. He'll just throw them out a window (exaggerating).

He loves cats and dogs, very gentle with both. Knows how to treat both correctly too. Doesn't own any pets though, he's scared of losing it one day.

Silently cries. Even when alone he's very quiet. His eyes get very red and so does his face, very quickly. No puffy eyes tho!

No time for skincare, but he's into biotech... Probably assuming too much, but if he could then why wouldn't he; he probably concocted some sort of "one in all" skin product.

On that note his hygiene is on point! He'd probably be so upset if he ever stunk.

Definitely dyes his hair. I do not believe that he doesn't have a single grey strand up there. If his S/O once said they liked the grey hairs, he'd probably chuckle... And then keep dying it anyways.

I think he'd choose to wear shorts over pants when given the chance to... Even jorts. It's ok, he looks good wearing them!

I think he'd like silver jewelry even though gold looks better on him. (He can pull off both *lip bite*.)

Doesn't like designer logos printed everywhere over his accessories/clothing.

Am i the only one that thinks he works out via Pilates AND weight training? Gotta stay flexible and stretched!

Likes to meditate, almost never has time to do so.

Sleep talker!

Very self aware of his size; hates accidentally coming into contact with other people.

Caught up with modern lingo in most places, doesn't participate in conversations surrounding it. "Have you heard what lingo the kids are using? It's absolutely bonkers--" "Yeah."

Try to talk to him in a silly language (think of that skibidi toilet shit), he'll respond instantly. Don't get the wrong idea, he won't be amused by your antics.

If he doesn't show interest in you then he's not interested in you. I'm a big believer that if you were crushing on him, you'd have to wait for HIM to show interest. Otherwise all your flirting will be rendered useless.

[kotylynnemerrill]

Whew wee...

Got some more chapters done and as always I hope y'all like them.

I'm convinced I like torturing myself trying to write these actions sequences...but it is what it is.

Enjoy!

P.s. I'm trying to make sure I'm getting the timeline right on this so if y'all notice a mistake please let me know lol

Your Words I Hold Forever Ch. 5

August 29th, 1968 2:38 pm

"Three Three, this is One Eight. I understand you have a bird inbound at your POS at this time..." A loud pulse of static...

"Bravo One Eight. Bravo One Eight be advised. Resupply helo is inbound at this time," a mechanical voice, barely audible, disrupted the smooth voice of Otis Redding's 'Dock on the Bay', coming from the portable am/fm radio. "Estimated arrival time - five minutes. Over."

Fez hated the sound of the AN/PRC 77 radio they used. High pitched and nothing but static. Not to mention the damn thing was always malfunctioning, the reason he currently found himself with Ethan, boxed in this furnace of a building...better known as T.A.C.A.N. They were finishing up some, albeit minor, but annoying, never ending repairs before it got too late in the day.

Fez reconnected the transceiver and shut the cover over the back of the radio - job done.

For the life of him, he couldn't figure out how Lieutenant Bursh could understand any of it, but he did. The gruff Onyx, Virginia native ran a hand through his sand colored hair with a humph of approval before fiddling with a few knobs on the control panel.

The one thing Fez had been able to catch though - resupply. Something they had desperately needed - weeks ago. Maybe there would be mail too. Hope made a home in Fez's chest at the thought of a letter from Lexi...or perhaps Ash or Kitty. Maybe even Rue.

"About damn time." Bursh muttered, standing up from his chair. Fez and Ethan followed suit and Bursh opened the large metal sliding door with a protesting screech. The trio quickly made their way out of the scorching building only to be hit by the sun and thick humidity.

"Thanks again fellas. Go get a quick break in. Some chow maybe."

"Appreciate that LT." It was too hot to eat, all fez wanted was water.

Bursh turned, yelled at some of the newbies milling around the 'mess hall' to get ready to receive and unload the helo, before making his way down the rough path to the LZ (landing zone).

Fez and Ethan made their own way in the opposite direction to the 'watering hole'. A chorus of rowdy voices and laughter could be heard as they closed in on the portable gazebo.

A young private, a kat they called Nickle, was being hassled about how to properly spell dear - not d.e.e.r.

"Man... she'll know what I mean," he retorted. "Shut the fuck up. You can't spell for shit nohow."

"Whatchu mean, I spelt that shit correctly," another young private, Dale, proudly from Mishawaka, Indiana countered. His attention focused on Fez and Ethan as they walked up to the gazebo. "Shit, E - tell'em."

"It's d.e.a.r, Nickle...but I'm still not convinced this honey you got isn't just a figment of your imagination."

"Ha!" Dale laughed loudly. "Yeah! You been out in this heat too long." He doubled over, slapping his knee as he continued to laugh.

Fez chuckled as he found a seat, followed by Ethan who found a seat next to Nickle.

"Come on now, let the kid have his fun," Fez scolded, not sounding one but serious.

"Hey, white boy!" The foursome turned their heads at the angry shout. Fez recognized the tall black man making his way towards them instantly and frowned slightly. McKay. "Bursh needs guys to help unload the helo and I'm volunteering you two," he said pointing to Dale and Nickle. "Come on assholes."

He didn't exactly like McKay. He could be a real prick sometimes, and all because he had been deployed a few months earlier than the rest of the platoon..shit...barely a month and a half earlier than Ethan and himself.

The kid liked to 'show out', quick to tussle over trivial things. Now Fez wasn't above putting someone in their place when called for but he didn't act a fool.

He felt like putting this fool in his place a few times if he was honest, but as much as he didn't like it there was a hierarchy you had to follow, and you really didn't want to piss off someone like Mckay.

McKay looked over at Fez and Ethan, an annoyance bleeding out through his dark eyes at their presence. Fez locked eyes with him, and he thought the 'tough guy' might say something. But he didn't, he just clapped his hands in a come-on gesture (it made Fez twitch a little), followed by another angry verbalization at Dale and Nickle.

"Man...you know what this feels like - hell," Dale muttered as he and Nickle got up and followed McKay back down the path to the LZ. Fez could see there were a few Humvees now parked a couple of feet away from where the helo would land.

Fez watched as the men walked over to a smaller gazebo situated next to a larger structure similar to the tacan, that served as a small infirmary and storage for the bases supplies. His eyes landed on another tall figure leaning on one of the supports just inside. Nate Jacobs. Another real winner.

He had a bad feeling about him the moment his platoon joined theirs in Ashau valley out of Da Nang, and unfortunately the platoon would be stuck with him for a little while yet. Just peachy.

Fez had dealt with plenty of kats like this, and they were no good. Men like him were the reason he had good instincts. In his line of 'work' you had to be able to pick out the bad seeds and know how to handle them - or else they could ruin your day real quick.

"Real glad I'm not them right now," Ethan muttered.

"It's only been a little over a week...it'll only get worse," Fez replied. "Wait till they do point for the first time."

"Man...," Ethan whistled, "I hate that shit...hardest thing I've done so far...fucking point."

"I've done it twice this week." Fez said stretching out his legs with a grunt.

"Make that three times for me," Ethan replied. "I don't know what the fuck I'm doing - a gook could be three feet in front of me, and I wouldn't even know it. Fuck...I'm so tired."

Fez felt for Ethan. He was scrawny, the kind of scrawny a strong wind could blow over...if the wind ever fucking blew in this place. But he could pull his own and he was dependable.

Fez swiped a large hand over his face as he felt the bead a sweat trickle down his forehead. This heat was unrelenting.

Ethan's eyes widened and he suddenly shot up out of his chair. "Hey! Hey lady - stop!"

Fez stood as well and traced Ethan's gaze. A petite Vietnamese woman was walking by them, a somewhat hefty brown bag held in her small hands.

She wore a traditional áo ngũ thân dress Fez noticed, at least he thought that's what it was called. It was beautiful. For a split second he allowed himself to wonder where or if he could get one for Lexi.

Her features were delicate, and extremely youthful; typical of the people here and it still kinda caught him off guard that these people were considered the enemy.

The woman startled at the sound of Ethan's voice and turned to face them... probably not as young as he initially thought, but now...she reminded Fez of a little girl getting caught doing something she shouldn't.

More than likely she was scheduled to be at the base to cook, help with laundry, but the nerves in his fingers were humming. This wouldn't be the first time a civilian was sent to emobalize the 'enemy'.

"Stop there!" Fez's voice came out harsh and the woman glued herself to the spot, eyes wide...fixed on the two of them.

Fez pointed to the bag she was carrying, "What's in the bag?" The woman looked at where he was pointing, understood what he meant, and gave a nod.

She answered in broken English, "cut hair" miming the action with her pointer and index finger.

"Alright-den. You need to speak with the LT." Fez motioned for her to come over and stand next to where he was. With another nod she hesitantly made her way over and stood between him and Ethan. "He's busy right now, but I'll take you to the living quarters." Fez pointed to his chest, then in the direction of the living quarters, a large grey structure the men nicknamed the 'bunk house".

"I'll also need to -"

The woman coward suddenly, stopping his monologue, but she wasn't looking at him...or Ethan. Shit.

"Well, who do we have here?"

Fez sighed. The woman turned her attention back to Fez, a quick flick of her eyes, before focusing her attention back on the new arrival. Nate. McKay followed close behind him, eyes trained on the bag the woman carried.

"What she got in the bag," he asked.

"She's here to cut hair man." Fez turned to Nate and McKay. "I was about to ask for her papers before taking her to the bunk."

"What did he ask, O'Neil?" Nate barely glanced at Fez as he spoke.

"She's been here before," Ethan spoke confidently, though Fez was pretty sure he was bluffing. "We'll still check her, like always man."

Nate stepped towards the woman, he was at least a foot taller than she was. He had a strange look on his face as he gazed down at her. A sinister calm masked underneath his features.

"Or, I could just do it..." His eyes darkened like a shark that's caught the scent of blood. "You don't have anything hidden in your bag right...nothing that goes boom?"

The woman visibly shivered as she shook her head. The corners of Nate's lips curved slightly.

"you wouldn't lie right?" He stepped closer and she reflexively took a step back from him.

"No lie - no lie." She shook her head again squeezing the handle of the bag so hard her knuckles looked almost transparent.

"I don't know...I'm thinking the bag is too obvious." He took another step closer, the woman tried to back away further but her lower back hit a table that was set against the wall of the gazebo. "What do you think O'Neil? Maybe we should make sure she doesn't have anything on her...person"

"I think she's just here to cut hair, man." Fez shuffled on his feet, slightly placing his body in between Nate and the woman...just enough. "No need for all that."

"Yeah..." Nate looked down a little. Fez thought he might be relenting somewhat, when he suddenly produced a large knife from his belt and pointed it at the woman causing her to jump back. A whimper escaped her lips as Nate moved towards her and tucked the sharp tip of the knife under her chin, before slowly dragging it down to her small chest.

"What the fuck - what the fuck are you doing?" Ethan stuttered out. "That ain't necessary, come on man."

"Nate - they said they were gonna check her." McKay started to reach his hand out towards Nate, but retracted it a second later, rethinking his decision to intervene.

The woman began to cry as Nate slid the knife in between the small opening between the buttons of her dress. He popped the first button off with a quick flick of his wrist.

"I think, " he went down to the next button "she's lying and she's gonna show me what she's hiding" Flick. The second button flew to the ground and the woman let out a stifled sob.

"No lie!" She let the bag drop to the ground, a flurry of Vietnamese spilling from her mouth. She looked to Fez again, pleading. Nate grabbed her face hard, forcing her to face him and she cried out. She grabbed at his hand trying to pry it away but to no avail.

"Shut the fuck up with that gook gibberish" Nate spoke dangerously. "Why are you looking to him - he's not gonna be able to help you."

"Nate, chill. Bursh is looking this way."

"I don't give a fuck." Nate growled at McKay. He was zeroed in on Fez - pushing - daring him to do something.

"Yo...I said she's good." Fez spoke slowly "And I'm not gonna tell you again, so you better think before you do somethin stupid."

"Is that a threat?"

"Nah...I'm just tellin you," Fez replied cooly.

"Or what?" Nate challenged. "Let's get this straight, you're a fucking drop out retard, a pussy...just like the rest of these fucks. And what...you trying to be some kind of knight in shining armor now? You know how many of these bitches" he shook the woman's face for emphasis "have played this little game...even little kids. Who gives a fuck what happens to them now." Nate chuckled. "I'll kill this gook cunt in front of you." He leered at the woman "Be a shame actually - she's cute..." A malicious smile slowly formed "Maybe I'll just knock out her teeth and have her suck me off - what?" He glared at Fez. "You don't like that idea? You some kinda fagott? You gonna do something - do it." Nate let out a huff through his nose. "You know what, you don't have the balls."

"Yeah...I wouldn't worry about that playboy."

Fez wasn't for sure if anyone had actually seen him grab the large mack torch from the side of his belt, didn't have time to worry about that. He had to act. A loud crunch sounded as he cracked it over the side of Nate's head and he hit the ground hard.

Fez tossed the torch aside and was on Nate in an instant, hand raised above his head in a fist. He brought his fist down one, two, three, four times, grabbed the collar of Nate's shirt before landing several more blows.

A second dragged by before the others registered what was going on. The woman let out a scream.

"Oh fuck! Fezco stop!" Ethan yelled

"Get off him - get off of him, man! Fuck! Stop, fucking stop!" McKay got to Fez before Ethan and tried to grab Fez by the shoulders. Fez shrugged him off easily and landed a brutal blow to Nate's nose.

"Chill, chill" McKay tried again and this time got a hold of Fez, successfully getting him off Nate. Ethan stepped in hauling him to his feet. "Come on, just stop." He shoved fez hard when he tried to go back and then another till he stopped.

"what the hell is wrong with you?! You could've killed him!" McKay yelled as Fez made his way over to the woman. She had been knocked to the ground at some point during the fight and was lying with her hands over her head. Fez lightly grazed her shoulder and she jerked away. Fez placed his hands on her shoulders again, more firmly.

"...it's okay," he whispered. Her shoulders shook underneath his fingers.

"What the fuck is going on over here" Bursh yelled as he rushed through the entrance to see McKay kneeling over Nate, and Ethan helping Fez get the girl to her feet. "Get her the fuck out of here Lewis and go get Collins. Right fucking now," He yelled at a small, blonde man who had been right behind him. Sargent Lewis nodded and hastily ran out of the gazebo. "You stay here with him." Bursh told McKay. His steel colored eyes then blazed over to Fez. "O'Neil, your speckled ginger ass is coming with me."

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Major Larsonn, a tall man with salt and pepper hair, sighed as he sized Fez up from his chair. " Listen son, I'm not gonna beat around the fucking bush here...you could've gotten into some serious trouble over this bullshit - still might, but at the moment you're getting off light. Point - eight days - starting two-zero hundred tomorrow - that's it." Larsonn enunciated the last bit, securing its finality. "Lt. Bursh and that private McKay, corroborated your story, so for now you're not gonna be court marshalled." He let his head tilt in a show of displeasure. "As far as Jacobs goes - I'd be lying if I said I didn't have my eye on that mother fucker the moment he set foot here. I would gladly see him sent out, but considering he didn't actually hurt that woman my hands are tied. So he'll be getting eight days as well as soon as he's back on his feet".

Fez remained quiet, honestly a little stunned at what he was hearing.

"We got bad apples like him all over the army, military...that's not gonna change neither." Larsonn continued. "Just you watch your back...men like him...he's dangerous."

Fez gave a single nod. "Thank you, sir. I will."

"well...I ain't got nothing else to say to your sorry ass - you're dismissed private."

"Yes sir". Fez gave a salute and turned to leave the small makeshift office. He was tired and his hands fucking throbbed and he wanted nothing more than to fall into his bunk.

Something crawled from the back of his mind, leaving a trail of something unsavory through the sulci of his brain, contaminating his thoughts...

"Sir..." Fez turned his head "can I ask you something?"

"Son?"

"Has he done anything like that before?"

Larsonn sighed, something flashing in his eyes. "It wouldn't surprise me...but when you got money and connections you can make a lot of things... disappear."

Fez looked down to the floor, no need for further explanation. He made his way out of the majors office and headed back to the bunk house. That unsavory thing made its way to his chest and crawled its way into his stomach...its contents churned and twisted his insides.

Nate Jacobs was dangerous...

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Ethan looked up expectantly from the book he was reading as Fez entered the room. "How much trouble are you in," he asked shutting the book and placing it beside him.

Some of the other platoon mates looked towards Fez as well with curious glances but he ignored them.

"Point for eight days straight starting tomorrow." He shrugged out of the muted moss colored shirt he was wearing and sat on the bunk next to Ethan's.

"Shit, that's it? How the hell you get off that easy?"

"McKay and Bursh told Larsonn what went down. Nate was out of line. They checked the girls papers and bag too - she was legit"

"And Jacobs?"

"Same...starting when he gets out of the infirmary." Fez leaned back against the wall at the head of his bed, propping one arm behind his head along with the too flat pillow.

"Shit...this whole thing is fucked." Ethan said flopping back onto his own pillow.

"Five more months man...just gotta make it five more months." Fez whispered.

He imagined what it would be like to see his family, and Lexi when he got back. 'When', because if he was honest he couldn't stomach thinking about the other scenario.

He imagined what it would be like to be back in East Highland.

The first thing he wanted to do was take Lexi to Nino's cafe and maybe a movie...he wanted to feel her...her hair in his hands...her skin.

He missed home and he could have ruined his chances of getting back there this evening, but it was as if someone was truly looking out for him.

Suddenly an image of Lexi as the praying Mary Magdalen filled his mind and he smiled. He imagined the things she would pray for...what she would actually say. Imagined there would be a few choice words slung the 'big guy's' way and Fez almost let out a chuckle picturing Lexi telling God off.

She would do it too, his fierce, sweet, beautiful girl.

[habaritess]

I don't know if you saw the birthday wishes Seb sent Chris, I noticed something interesting,there was a clear distinction between the way Seb treated Anthony and the way he treated ordinary friends.Sure, Seb made an effort to write Chris a message, but it was clearly written from the point of view of their Marvel characters, and it didn't show much of his personal subjectivity, and it felt polite but distant.Look at the birthday wishes he wrote for Anthony,I think Seb was just pouring his heart out to this man, who was desperate to tell Anthony how special and important he was in his life, and how much he loved him.Behind those words, his feelings gushed out,I think if someone still denies his love for Anthony with eyes closed, it is an insult to Seb. Only Seb knows how unique Anthony is to him. As outsiders, we really don't see the whole picture, but there are certain feelings and feelings that are common to all human beings. I'm glad that they can meet each other, like separated souls finding their other half.

Seb birthday post to Chris Evans was cute, buuuutttt the difference between the two posts is huuugggeeee. Don't mean to be that person, but I'm gonna be, lol.

He wrote a short message with white letters on a black background. Not the most creative thing you can make, just something quick and easy. He did similar for his birthday message to his other friends, if I'm remembering them correctly. And what he written looked like it was quickly put together with not that much thought into it, with very brief but cliché phrases.

For Anthony, the dude looked like he jumped into photoshop to edit two personal pictures of Anthony and carefully crafted a birthday letter with a nice font and cute color palette to match, along with the most romantic and sappiest language you expect from a 17th century poet. Pouring his heart out is right. He kind of avalanched it into that short birthday message for Anthony with the whole "light of my life, your smile warming my heart, your embrace STEALING me and COMPLETING me." That last part sounds like something two lovers would say to each other. Than to top it off with a loving you from the moon and back with that cute hashtag at the end. There a flow to the whole letter and it all come together quite nicely in the end. Any writing skills he has, he used it out with this letter.

But in all seriousness, it's not a competition. It's a cute thing he did for his friends that they can appreciate.

Stackie is where it's at tho.