#broke my toe. not being brave about it

[alientoastt]

the most fucked up thing about the body is that you can itch in places you cant scratch. my fucking bones

[ghostfacd]

YES I KNOW THAT HE’S MY EX! | TOM BLYTH

pairing. tom blyth x fem!actress!reader

summary. you knew tom was your ex, and that you should probably stay away, but that’s never stopped you before

part 1 | installment of this au (please read for more context!)

ynuser :)

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user1 im loving the aesthetic

user2 THE BIKINI TOP IS SO CUTE

user3 put them toes awayyyy

rachelzegler i pay attention to things that most people ignore (this isn’t your car.)

➥ user4 PLEASE?? not rachel using yn’s own lyrics on her

➥ user5 IS THIS TOM’S CAR??

user6 i may be delulu but those r tom blyth’s mfing hands.

user7 he has her hair tie on; i repeat, tom blyth literally has yn’s hair tie on

When Tom had messaged you saying he wanted to talk, no matter how much you knew it was a bad idea, you decided to agree to it anyway.

The breakup had ended pretty badly. Although it was an agreement between you and Tom, that didn’t mean that’s what the both of you truly wanted.

The reason the two of you broke up in the first place was that Tom was talking too much about your future, which wasn’t a bad thing — but it overwhelmed you. You weren’t ready to settle down, not yet, at least. You and Tom had only been dating for a few months, and although it was all sweet and loving, you knew that getting engaged this early was like asking for a disaster to strike.

He was upset. Clearly. He loved you, you loved him, so why was it such an inconvenience for you to agree to take the leap in your relationship? That caused a blown out argument between you two, and by the end of it, you had agreed breaking up was the right thing.

You had a acting and music career to focus on, and Tom had an acting career that was just at the beginning of its success. You felt that it wasn’t right to put a distraction into his life.

“Is this a bad idea?” You ask breathlessly as you pull away from the kiss. You can’t help but stare into Tom’s eyes, which held a language of their own.

“Maybe,” he says, wiping the corner of your mouth. “But who cares?”

Who cares. Right. Well surely, it was a bad idea to meet up with your ex, much less kiss him, and although alarms were baring in your head that you probably shouldn’t—you go in for a second kiss, this time, Tom doesn’t let you go, cradling you close to his body.

“I don’t care if you don’t want to take the next step in our relationship, I’m fine if you’re not ready yet. I just want you, okay?”

And how could any girl possibly reject Tom Blyth when he’s begging so prettily? Certainly not you.

tomblyth and ynuser both posted an instagram story !

ynsbiggestfan THE GIRLS AND I AFTER SEEING THE STORIES ON INSTA

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user8 IM ACTUALLY DYING BC NO WAY WAS THAT A COINCIDENCE

user9 they’re connected they cant be far away from each other

user10 she’s my Heather 💔💔

➥ user12 fr i wish tom was that inlove w me

user13 so this is why rachel said that wasn’t yn’s car

➥ user14 ITS ALL MAKING SENSE NOW

sean.kauf photo dumpy

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ynuser pic creds ?? 🤬

➥ sean.kauf 🤓🤓

user15 wait im confused, is she together with tom again or is she with sean..

user16 Ykw i cant even be mad, if i was as hot as yn, i’d have two bfs too!

➥ user17 REAL SHIIT

tomblyth fun fact: the 2nd pic is sean third wheeling after forcing me and yn to speak to each other

➥ user17 TOM CONFIRMED IT IM DEAD

user18 all the yn haters must feel stupid asf rn after accusing yn of being with sean

➥ user19 literally cause all 3 of them are literally close 😭😭 like why would sean date yn, he’s literally friends with tom

user20 if yn isn’t dating sean let me have him omg

ynuser yes i know that he’s my ex but can’t two people reconnect !!!!!

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user21 this took the cake.

user22 time to cry again bc tom blyth is off the market

user23 she got him wrapped around her finger FR

user24 THE THIRD PIC OF THEM 🥹🥹

user25 THE CAPTION OUUU GIRLY IS BRAVE

tomblyth i only see you as a friend (the biggest lie i’ve ever said)

➥ user26 I CHOKED

➥ user27 THEIR SOCIAL MEDIA MANAGERS ARE CRYING RN

[bellysoupset]

Hey Soup~

It's so nice to see you being active again 💞

For a mini fic idea: can we please get a snippet of Max' thoughts after Vince took care of him and they talked a little during that field trip?

As always, feel free to ignore if it's not good enough

(I'm going to come back and comment on so many things in your recent stories soon, but I saw your post about mini fics and thought "why not")

- 💜

Hi darling!! I hope life is treating you well! 💕

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Max felt like he had just been run over by a truck. Physically and emotionally.

He had been so happy about the field trip, not only because at heart he was still a little bit of a kid and really enjoyed all the jumping and running around, but because he had been invited by the kids, unlike other teachers. He was the teacher they trusted, the one they came to for college recommendations and letters, the one that they weren't shy about asking for extra credit or opening up about problems at home. Max was proud of this.

So it had been a blow to his ego to be bed ridden for all of the trip, entirely at Monacelli's mercy. He had missed out in a lot of shenanigans, had only heard about them second hand by Vince during the last night at the hotel, when Max finally had been aware enough to ask questions. He hated the amount of vulnerability he had been forced to show, how much he had relied on Vince and he hated even more missing out in such a formative thing.

Then there was the matter of Vince.

Max slumped against his front door and slid down to the ground, without energy to walk all the way to his bedroom. He had been putting up a brave face for the past twelve hours in an effort to convince his coworker he didn't need a hospital and definitely didn't need a nanny, but it was taking its toll. He felt awful.

His stomach was gurgling unhappily, rejecting the saltine crackers he had been munching on since they left the hotel, eight hours before. His body was ravenous, his head cottony, his stomach sore and queasy and he felt really close to crying, because Max had never felt so incredibly lonely.

He had never felt so... Cared for as he had been in the last three days. It was pathetic and sad to even think it and Max let out a groan and uncurled from his position, deciding he'd rather lick his wounds in bed.

The blonde didn't bother showering, despite the fact he really should've. Instead he climbed up his bed with great effort and curled up under the blankets while still wearing his jeans and shoes, because he had no more strength. His head was throbbing and the minute he buried his nose in his pillow, his mind started drifting.

His mom telling him little kids shouldn't be pillaging their bodies with medicine - who knows what chemicals are in there? - and so the easiest way to end a fever was by riding through it.

Monacelli sitting on the ground next to his bed and playing tic tac toe because Max kept waking up every fifteen minutes thanks to the cramps, using his own pen to mark Max's Xs, "here? You sure about that, man?"

His parents yelling down the hall because his father had gotten him mcdonalds for breakfast instead of cooking and he had ended up throwing up in the school bus and the school nurse had called them. "You didn't have to go! They were just being dramatic, like they're always are! They call us every week!" "If none of us show twice in a row they'll call my job again James!"

"What are you gawking at?" Monacelli had asked on their second day there, once Max's fever had finally broke and he was able to sit up in bed, "you need anything?"

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

"I'm not, really," Vince had shrugged, then crossed the room to put away his towel, shaking his wet hair and sending droplets Max's way, causing him to frown, "I just brought you dinner, relax."

"You brought me one of everything," Max had pointed out, nodding to his untouched plate. His stomach still felt iffy and he didn't want to risk his luck once the heaving had finally ceased.

"I don't know what you can eat or not, you said your stomach is sensitive," Vince had gestured to the plate, "you're not gonna eat?"

"Not hungry," Max had curled up further, feeling more than a little woozy.

"Thirsty though? I can run to the kitchen as grab you a smoothie before they close, that might be easier on your belly."

"He's going to fail because of attendance," "he's failing because he doesn't apply himself, not because of attendance. He's always faking sick, always skipping class, anything in the world not to study." "With the stellar role model he's had, it's a wonder" "Not everything wrong with him is my fault, Maya." "Most of it is."

A horrible ringing interrupted his drifting away and Max pushed through the fog, trying to identify the noise. He reached for his phone in the bedside table, then groaned when he didn't find it. His jeans, his pocket...

He clumsily tried to hang up when the number was unknown, but instead took the call and Max groaned loudly, before barking "What?"

"Hey, it's Vince," the other teacher's cheerful voice was the last thing Max wanted to hear, maybe for the rest of his days. It felt... Soothing. Like a cold compress against a feverish forehead, where the better it feels, the worse you are, "was wondering if you got home safe, you looked a little pasty in the parking lot."

"I'm fine," Max grumbled, "just need to sleep the ick off."

"Alright, I'll let you sleep," he could almost see Vince shrugging, had gotten well acquainted with it in the past three days, "save my number and you can text if you need anything. Really, uh- Your house is on the way, just holler." It wasn't, Max had dropped Vince and that friend of his at Monacelli's little house once, their places were close but Vin's was in the opposite direction of traffic.

"Thanks, dude."

"No problem," Vince's voice went up a note, all cheerful, "feel better!"

Max nodded, then realized the man couldn't see him, so he cleared his throat and grumbled, "yeah, thanks" before hanging up quickly. He let the phone fall back on his chest, then let out a sigh.

He was falling for the guy, that was great.

[archangeldyke-all]

my first request without anon, cause I feel brave today

that is gonna be so fluff, what do you think about making some targets for family (celebrating Christmas) and reader use glitter and sev is complaining cause is messy HSHSH and the tap just pops, Flys idk who say this and just sevika in glitter reader in glitter everything in glitter

I just think this can be soooo cute

like they laugh and that hah

thanksss🫶🏻🫶🏻

ahahhahaa i loveee glitter this is perfect.

men and minors dni

it's a sunday, and you and sevika are getting ready for the week ahead.

with the holidays coming up, you're assembling gifts and envelopes and holidays greetings cards for all you and sev's friends and family. you've taken over sevika's home office, and every surface is covered in wrapping paper, gifts, cards, and bows.

sevika's doing her weekly vacuum around the house, collecting the dust and crumbs that gathered over the week.

you're so distracted by your work and the christmas music playing throughout the office, that you don't notice when the whir of the vacuum stops.

you don't notice sevika's approaching footsteps, or the click of the office door as she swings it open.

you're trying to open a bottle of glitter to sprinkle on top of the dollop of glue you've placed over all your greeting card's rudolph's noses. just for a little extra pizzazz.

sevika catches you red handed, literally.

"hey babe, you wanna get take out fr-- oh, fuck no!" she says as she catches you. you glance up from behind her desk.

"what?" you ask, innocently batting your eyes.

sevika hates glitter. she hates how it gets everywhere, how it's impossible to get rid of, how it clings to everything for weeks and weeks and weeks.

"you know what, where did you even get that?! i thought i threw out all your glitter!" she huffs as she storms over to the desk, trying to snatch the container out of your hands. you squeal and take off and sevika chuckles as she chases after you.

"you did throw all my glitter out, and you broke my heart in the process!" you say as you enter the kitchen. sevika laughs.

"so you decided to buy more? knowing how much i hate that shit?"

"i didn't think you'd catch me!" you pout as you sevika backs you up into a corner. "i just want to make rudolph's nose sparkle!"

"i can't believe you." she says as she reaches forward to grab the bottle. you keep your grip on it, and you and sevika enter a tug of war with the bottle. "let go!" she laughs. you huff.

"but i already put all the glue on the cards so now it'll just be globby glue instead of beautiful shimmering red on his nose! hasn't rudolph already been through enough, being bullied all his life?"

sevika laughs and swoops in to kiss you. "you're cute." she mumbles against your lips. you sigh and smile, your grip on the glitter relaxing.

except, sevika hasn't relaxed her grip. so when you let go, the glitter tube that had been crushed in your shared struggle suddenly pops back into its original shape.

and as it pops back, the cap flies off.

a cloud of dazzling, sparkling glitter fills your kitchen.

and then it settles.

sevika is covered in red glitter. head to toe. you gawk at her. she takes a deep breath.

"that did not just happen." she whispers.

you burst into laughter as you reach up to brush some glitter away from your wife's face. sevika's frozen, like if she moves it'll somehow make the glitter worse.

"'s what you get for bein' a grinch!" you faux scold as you continue to laugh and brush your wife clean. she huffs a chuckle, and a puff of glitter escapes from between her lips. this makes you double over, giving up your task to grab onto the counter top as laughter over takes you.

sevika's silently giggling too, you can tell from the way her stomach's twitching and her shoulders are bobbing. when you finally right yourself again and you meet her eyes, you both burst into another round of laughter.

"it's not funny!" sevika says through her giggles. you sputter. "i just vacuumed." she pouts. you lean forward to press a kiss to her lips, cringing as the teeny tiny grains of glitter coat your lips.

sevika wraps her arms around you and pulls you towards her. you squeak and struggle in her grasp, but it's futile, and soon she's got you in a bear hug, all the glitter on her body now clinging to yours too. you groan in her arms but wrap your arms around her anyways.

"you're lucky you're cute." sevika mumbles. you laugh.

"lemme go get the hairdryer, it'll blow all this off." you say. sevika nods, but doesn't let go of you yet. instead, she leans forward and kisses you again.

"love you, you maniac." she whispers against your lips. you chuckle.

"love you too, rudolph." you say. sevika groans and smacks your ass.

"fucker. you're vacuuming this." she says. you roll your eyes and pout.

"fine. but i get to use what's left in the jar on the cards." you say. sevika huffs and rolls her eyes, but relents.

"fine." she grumbles. you grin and kiss her again.

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[rrenzwrld]

what you don’t know

spiderman!eren x captain’s daughter! black reader

— you don’t like spiderman, but “spiderman” likes you

(eren doesn’t fully turn into spiderman here but you know he’s meant to be the peter parker so don’t yell at me yall)

Because you were the captain’s daughter, you had grown up thinking that your father was your hero. That he was the only person capable enough of doing all he could to protect the city and everyone in it. But some kid in a suit and mask swinging around town just had to come into the picture, and you didn’t like that. You didn’t like him, “friendly neighborhood spiderman” as he called himself because although he was there whenever anyone was in danger, he was just some kid in a mask and suit swinging around and meddling in situations he had no business. But to everyone else, he was a hero even if all they saw of him was on tv or something.

“Girl yesterday, this lil bum snatched my bag on the way to school and guess who got it back for me? Spidey~ I’m tellin you that man is fine under that mask, gotta be.” You cringed at how your friend was talking about this person when there could be a chance it was some very spry old man under the concealed identity.

“That’s something you could call the police for. Because what if “Spidey” took your bag from the boy and ran off with it too? Yall be trustin his ass way too much..”

“My man wouldn’t do me like that, besides,” She held up her hand and crossed her fingers. “We like this for real.” You rolled your eyes at your friend’s delusion.

“Whatever, Jay…”

The day went on as normal for the most part until you walked in on a fight starting to happen in the middle of the hallway because people were crowding around. It looked like it was gonna be between Reiner and this random kid who didn’t stand a chance so the match was uneven. Reiner was captain of the football team and also considered as the school bully, going around tormenting kids he knows wouldn’t fight against him. You dated him once but it was only for 3 months because the things he could do with other girls in the school, he couldn’t do with you so you broke up with him and his attitude.

“Ugh, what an asshole…” Jay mumbled as the two of you watched like everyone else. Although you wanted to wait to see if anything would happen like everyone was hyping up, you were gonna step in to stop everything until someone beat you to it.

“Reiner!” The brave soul in question was Eren Yeager. Even though he was looked at as something of a timid nerd at face value, he was a really cool person when you got to know him. Because he didn’t play sports, people really only knew him for his photography skills which he showcased every year at various school events and even outside school for the daily news paper.

“Einstein! Glad you could make it!” Reiner chuckled and everyone turned to Eren.

“I thought we talked about the whole picking fights with kids thing? Thought you were better than that.” Eren stepped through the crowd and up to Reiner, who continued to laugh in his face.

“Nope, just better than you. Looks like you wanna be next in line.” Reiner cracked his knuckles. You couldn’t stand to see any more of this so you pushed your way into the center with the boys and everyone was taken aback. You tried to stay out the way most of the time but one thing about you? You couldn’t do the bullying.

“Nah,” You gently moved Eren out the way so that you and Reiner stood toe to toe. “Why don’t you fight me, Rei?” The crowd reacted to your proposition.

“What’d I tell you about minding your business, baby?” He smirked but you winced at the pet name.

“As someone who has the captain of the police department on speed dial, I suggest you mind yours and stop being an asshole.” After he looked around at the crowd of students, he smiled before holding his hands up in defense.

He shrugged. “Fine,” He backs up and the crowd parts for him while he looks at Eren and the underclassman. “You two should thank her.”

After all of that happened, the kid who Reiner was about to fight came up to you to thank you for standing against Reiner for him. The kid shouldn’t have been put in that situation and Reiner shouldn’t have wanted to fight him for any reason, but you knew that whole thing was a power trip for him and didn’t mind being the one to take that from him.

Eren had came up to you later on that day as well during dismissal.

“Y/n?” He called out to you from behind.

“Hey, Eren. What’s up?” He fiddled with the straps of his bag and before speaking.

“Thank you for keeping Reiner in check earlier. Thought I was the only one not okay with him going around and fighting kids.” You two laughed together.

“No problem, I just hate bullies. Him especially.”

“Yeah, me too. Can’t believe you dated that guy…” You and Eren walked side by side out the school on the way home in the streets of Manhattan.

“He was cool when I met him, I dunno what happened.” You shrugged. You were hurt that his character changed so much but maybe that’s who he really was all along and you was oblivious to it. You and Eren skipped the topic of your dating history and talked about all kinds of things. You felt comfortable talking to him even if he wasn’t in your close circle of friends and it didn’t mind hanging out with him another time outside of school.

“This your stop?” You slowed down walking.

“Yeah, where’s yours?” He gestured towards blocks away from your apartment building.

“Way down there. I’ll make it though, you worried?” You rolled your eyes, not knowing that he was such a flirt.

You giggled at his words to your surprise “Not in the slightest. See you tomorrow?”

“If nothing happens to me between now and tomorrow. Not that you care.” He smiled. You playfully shoved him.

“Bye, Yaeger.” You made it up the stairs and into the building

“See you..” He watched as you walked inside before walking forward himself, just to make sure you got inside safely.

(maybe i am slightly ashamed of this + wanting to continue it but tell me where yall stand..)

[shesgotthebeststories]

IF I WAS THE MAN, THEN I’D BE THE MAN

a b99/ rosa diaz x oc fic

“what i was wearing… would all be separated from my good ideas and power moves”

a fic where maddy wins an award, but it goes…not so well

The grand hall of the NYPD’s annual awards gala buzzed with energy. Officers and detectives from every precinct were gathered, celebrating their hard work and camaraderie. Maddy adjusted her tie, glancing nervously at Jake, who gave her a reassuring smile.

“Relax,” he whispered. “We deserve this.”

Maddy nodded, though her stomach churned. Being recognized for her work was exciting, but the spotlight wasn’t her favorite place.

The host, a seasoned and grizzled detective named Lieutenant Caldwell, took to the stage. He carried himself with an air of authority, his voice gravelly and commanding as he spoke into the microphone.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Caldwell began, “tonight we honor two of the 99’s finest. Please welcome to the stage Detectives Jake Peralta and Maddy Montgomery!”

Applause erupted as Jake and Maddy made their way to the stage. Jake’s grin was wide, his hand casually brushing through his hair as he waved to the crowd. Maddy followed, her own smile more subdued but genuine. She glanced out at the sea of familiar faces: Holt, Rosa, Amy, and the rest of their precinct cheering them on.

Caldwell turned to Jake first.

“Detective Peralta,” he began, his voice booming. “What can I say about this man? A relentless detective, a true hero. This is the guy who’s gone undercover to take down some of the most dangerous criminals in the city.”

Jake stood straighter, his grin growing smug as Caldwell continued.

“This is the man who’s been shot in the line of duty—twice! And each time, he came back stronger, ready to tackle whatever came his way. Brave. Determined. And tough as nails. That’s Jake Peralta.”

The audience applauded again, a few officers whistling as Caldwell handed Jake his medal. Jake turned to Maddy, winking.

When Caldwell turned to Maddy, his expression shifted ever so slightly.

“And now we have Detective Maddy Montgomery,” he said. “What can I say about her?”

Maddy’s smile faltered slightly as Caldwell’s tone changed.

“Well, she’s… kind. Really good at comforting grieving families, making sure victims feel supported,” Caldwell said, his voice dripping with condescension.

The room grew quieter, the applause dying down.

“Montgomery’s not exactly the type to go charging into danger,” Caldwell continued, smirking. “But she sure knows how to keep the coffee warm back at the precinct!”

A ripple of laughter broke out among the men in the crowd. Maddy felt her stomach drop, her hands clenching into fists.

“And let’s not forget,” Caldwell added, his eyes scanning her from head to toe, “she’s quite the looker. It’s no wonder everyone at the precinct seems a little happier when she’s around.”

The laughter grew louder. Maddy’s cheeks flushed with anger, her smile now completely gone. Her gaze darted to the audience, catching Holt’s stern glare and Rosa’s tight-lipped fury. Amy looked like she was seconds away from standing up to yell.

“And so,” Caldwell concluded, holding up the medal, “here’s to Maddy Montgomery. The heart of the 99.”

The crowd clapped politely, though the atmosphere was awkward. Caldwell handed Maddy her medal, his smirk unwavering.

Maddy didn’t say a word. She grabbed the medal, her jaw tight, and turned on her heel. Without looking back, she marched off the stage, her steps quick and purposeful. The sound of her heels against the floor echoed as she headed to the table where the rest of the 99 sat.

Grabbing her bag, Maddy threw it over her shoulder and stormed toward the exit.

“Maddy, wait!” Jake called, rushing to catch up with her.

She stopped just before the doors, her back to him. “Don’t, Jake. Not right now.”

Jake hesitated, his usual playfulness replaced with concern. “That guy was a total jerk. Everyone knows you’re incredible—”

Maddy spun around, her eyes blazing. “Do they, Jake? Because it sure didn’t sound like it in there.”

Jake fell silent, guilt flickering across his face.

“I’ve worked just as hard as you,” Maddy continued, her voice shaking with anger. “I’ve got more arrests, more closed cases. But all I am to them is a pretty face who brings cookies to the break room.”

“You’re not—” Jake started, but Maddy cut him off.

“Save it. I need some air.”

With that, she pushed through the double doors, leaving Jake standing in the empty hallway.

-

Outside, Maddy sat on the Hall’s front steps, her medal clutched in her hand. The cool night air brushed against her skin as she stared down at it, her jaw tight.

“Mads?” Rosa’s voice was soft as she approached, sitting down beside her.

“Don’t,” Maddy said, her voice breaking. “Don’t tell me it doesn’t matter. Because it does.”

Rosa nodded. “You’re right. It does. And you deserved better.”

Amy sat on Maddy’s other side, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “That guy’s an idiot, Maddy. We all know you’re one of the best detectives in the NYPD. And you don’t need his approval to prove it.”

Maddy quickly wiped away her tears as the rest of the 99 emerged from the building, their footsteps echoing in the quiet night. Holt led the group, his expression as stoic as ever, followed by Terry, Jake, Charles, Gina, Hitchcock, and Scully.

They stopped in front of the trio on the steps, the weight of what had transpired earlier still hanging in the air. Terry broke the silence, his voice warm and inviting.

“How does drinks at Shaw’s sound? On me and the Captain?”

Maddy looked up, her tired eyes meeting Terry’s kind smile. She glanced at Rosa and Amy, both of whom nodded encouragingly.

“Yeah,” Maddy said, her lips curving into a small smile. “Yeah, that sounds great.”

With that, the group dispersed, heading toward their cars. Rosa stuck close to Maddy, guiding her toward her own car.

-

The ride to Shaw’s was quiet. Rosa kept glancing at Maddy, her brow furrowed with worry.

“You okay?” Rosa asked softly, her voice uncharacteristically tender.

Maddy didn’t respond, her gaze fixed on the passing city lights.

Rosa tried again. “Mads, you don’t have to talk, but... just know I’m here, okay?”

Maddy nodded slightly but still said nothing. Rosa sighed, gripping the steering wheel tighter. She hated seeing Maddy like this, but she knew pushing wouldn’t help.

-

When they arrived at Shaw’s, Maddy slipped inside and immediately found a quiet corner to tuck herself away. She ordered a glass of wine and nursed it slowly, running her finger around the rim of the glass as she watched the rest of the squad celebrating. Jake and Charles were already on the dance floor, their moves as ridiculous as ever. Gina held court at the bar, regaling a small group with one of her outrageous stories.

Maddy sighed, the lively atmosphere only amplifying her exhaustion. She stared into her glass, lost in thought, when Jake suddenly appeared beside her, slightly out of breath from dancing.

“Come on, Mads!” he said, holding out his hand. “You’ve got to come dance with us. Charles just did this move—well, I’m not sure it qualifies as dancing, but it’s hilarious!”

Maddy shook her head. “I don’t really feel like dancing.”

Jake frowned, his exuberance dimming. He pulled up a chair and sat beside her. “Hey, I’m really sorry you had to deal with that jerk tonight. Caldwell is absolutely insane—”

“It’s fine, Jake,” Maddy interrupted, her tone flat. “I’m used to it. Guess that’s what I get for working in a male-dominated field.”

Jake’s frown deepened, his usual cheerful demeanor replaced by quiet concern.

“You shouldn’t have to get used to it,” he said softly.

Maddy forced a small smile. “Go celebrate, Jake. You deserve that medal, and you deserve to have fun tonight.”

Jake hesitated, clearly torn.

“It’s fine, really,” Maddy assured him with a nod.

Reluctantly, Jake stood and returned to the dance floor, casting one last glance over his shoulder before joining Charles.

Maddy took another sip of her wine, her fingers idly tracing patterns on the table. The noise of the bar faded into the background as she lost herself in her thoughts.

Then, the sound of a glass being tapped silenced the room. Maddy looked up to see Captain Holt standing near the bar, a glass raised in his hand.

“I’d like to raise a toast,” Holt began, his deep voice commanding the attention of everyone in the room. “And I would like to invite Detective Maddy Montgomery to join me up here.”

Maddy froze, her heart pounding. She looked to Amy, sitting nearby, her face etched with concern.

“It’s okay,” Amy said softly, “I promise.”

Something in Amy’s tone reassured her. With a deep breath, Maddy stood and walked to the front of the room, her steps measured and deliberate.

Holt gestured for her to stand beside him, and Terry joined them.

Terry was the first to speak. “I remember Maddy’s first week at the precinct,” he began, his voice warm and proud. “We had this cold case that had been sitting on my desk for months. Everyone thought it was unsolvable. But then, in two days, Maddy handed me a file. Case closed. I knew right then she was perfect for my squad.”

He placed a hand on Maddy’s shoulder, smiling at her. She couldn’t help but smile back, the warmth of his words easing the tightness in her chest.

Holt spoke next. “Detective Montgomery has accomplished a great deal in her time at the 99. From her successful undercover operations to leading a task force that dismantled a major crime ring, her contributions have been invaluable.”

Maddy’s gaze drifted to the back of the room, where Rosa leaned casually against the wall, a soft smile on her face. Maddy smiled back, the weight on her heart lifting slightly.

Holt continued, his tone resolute. “Tonight, we rectify an oversight. Detective Montgomery, it is my honor to re-award you this medal, in recognition of your bravery, your skill, and your unwavering dedication to justice.”

He hung the medal around her neck as the room erupted in applause. Terry lifted his glass high.

“To Detective Montgomery,” he declared.

The bar echoed the toast, glasses raised high. Maddy’s heart swelled as she looked out at her team, their faces filled with pride and love.

For the first time that night, she truly smiled.

-

Later that night, the apartment was silent except for the soft hum of the ceiling fan. The city lights outside filtered through the curtains, casting faint patterns on the walls. Maddy lay curled up in bed, her head resting against Rosa’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. Rosa’s arm was draped around her, her fingers lazily tracing patterns on Maddy’s stomach.

The weight of the evening still lingered, but the warmth of Rosa’s embrace helped ease the ache in Maddy’s chest.

“Hey,” Rosa said softly, breaking the comfortable silence. Maddy tilted her head slightly to look up at her.

“Hmm?”

“I’ve been thinking about tonight,” Rosa began, her voice unusually gentle. “And I just want to say how proud I am of you.”

Maddy blinked, surprised by the statement. “Rosa—”

“No, let me finish,” Rosa interrupted, her hand moving to brush a strand of hair from Maddy’s face. “What that guy said? It was absolute garbage. You know that, right?”

Maddy looked away, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of the blanket. “Yeah, but it still stings, you know?”

Rosa tightened her hold, pulling Maddy closer. “Of course it does. But listen to me, Mads. You are one of the most badass detectives I’ve ever met. You’ve done more for the 99 than half the people in that room tonight could ever dream of doing. And it’s not just about the numbers—though, let’s be real, your arrest stats are ridiculous—it’s about the way you do your job.”

Maddy’s lips quirked into a small smile at Rosa’s words.

“You don’t just solve cases,” Rosa continued, her tone full of admiration. “You connect with people. You care about the victims and their families in a way that makes them feel seen. And that matters, Mads. That’s what makes you different. And incredible.”

Maddy felt her eyes sting, a lump forming in her throat. She didn’t say anything, letting Rosa’s words sink in.

“And tonight?” Rosa added. “You handled everything with so much grace. I don’t think I could’ve kept it together the way you did.”

“Barely,” Maddy mumbled, her voice thick with emotion.

Rosa chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to the top of Maddy’s head. “Barely counts. And you’re allowed to have moments where it all feels like too much. That’s why I’m here—to remind you just how amazing you are when you forget.”

Maddy finally looked up at Rosa, her eyes glistening. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“Always,” Rosa replied, leaning down to kiss her softly.

As they settled back into the quiet of the night, Maddy felt the tension in her body slowly melt away. She closed her eyes, her head nestled against Rosa’s chest once more.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” Maddy murmured, her voice barely audible.

“You’ll never have to find out,” Rosa said, her fingers gently running through Maddy’s hair. “I’ve got you, Mads. Always.”

And with that, Maddy finally allowed herself to relax completely, drifting off to sleep in Rosa’s arms, feeling more loved and valued than ever.

(i wrote my final english essay last year on the man and the barbie movie and the representation of stereotypes and gender roles and things like that and wanted to write something based on the man :) also idk how pd award ceremonies work so….enjoy)

[greatpestilenz]

Secrets Unveiled - Miles Morales x Reader

  The soft ping of a text message broke the tranquility of the evening as you stood in the kitchen, preparing a snack. Glancing at your phone, you saw a message from Miles, your boyfriend, saying he was on his way over. A smile tugged at your lips, and you quickly replied, letting him know that you were in the kitchen making a snack.

  After half an hour, you made your way back to your room, a plate of delicious grilled cheese sandwiches in your hands. As you pushed open the door, you froze in your tracks, the plate almost slipping from your grasp.

  You freeze in your tracks at the sight that greeted you. Miles Morales, dressed head to toe in his Spider-Man suit, was in the midst of climbing through your window. His mask was partially pulled up, revealing the lower half of his face.

  "M-Miles?" you stammered, unable to hide your surprise.

  Startled, Miles froze mid-motion, caught red-handed. The surprise had unintentionally revealed his secret identity as the web-slinging hero.

  "I-I can explain!" he blurted out, his words tumbling out in a rush as he pulled his mask off. He stepped fully into the room, his Spider-Man suit clinging to his lithe frame.

  You stood in the doorway, the plate of grilled cheese forgotten in your hands, as confusion washed over you. You had no idea that Miles was Spider-Man, the web-slinging hero who protected the city.

  "Miles... what... what is going on?" you managed to ask, your voice filled with bewilderment.

  Miles took a deep breath, his eyes locking with yours. "I'm Spider-Man," he confessed, his voice filled with a mix of nerves and sincerity. "I've been protecting the city, fighting crime, and... keeping it a secret from you."

  Your mind whirled with the revelation, pieces of the puzzle falling into place. The late nights, the excuses, the secretiveness, not to mention the times he mysteriously disappears, the way he always seemed to have a knack for being in the right place at the right time—all of it finally made sense. But amidst the confusion, a feeling of admiration began to bloom in your heart.

  "Spider-Man," you whispered, the weight of the truth settling on your shoulders. "You've been doing all of this, and I had no idea."

  Miles nodded, his gaze filled with vulnerability. "I'm sorry for not telling you sooner," he said softly. "I didn't want to put you in danger or burden you with the weight of my secret. But I understand if you're upset."

  You looked at him, the love you felt for him mingling with the astonishment. Despite the shock of the revelation, you couldn't deny the admiration and pride that swelled within you.

  "I may not have known, Miles, but that doesn't change how I feel about you," you replied, your voice filled with sincerity. "You're still the person I fell in love with—kind, brave, and selfless. And if being Spider-Man is a part of who you are, then I accept that."

  Relief washed over Miles, and a genuine smile graced his lips. He stepped closer, reaching out to take the plate of grilled cheese from your hands. Setting it aside, he wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace.

  "I'm so lucky to have you," Miles murmured, his voice filled with gratitude. "Thank you for understanding, for accepting all of me."

  As you stood in each other's arms, the truth and vulnerability of the moment deepened the bond between you. Miles had unveiled his secret, and in doing so, had given you the chance to embrace him fully, both as the person you loved and as the hero he had become.

  From that moment on, your relationship took on a new level of trust and understanding. Miles shared more about his experiences as Spider-Man, the challenges he faced, and the victories he achieved. And you, in turn, became his confidante, offering support and encouragement whenever he needed it.

  The revelation also brought about a sense of adventure and excitement to your relationship. You accompanied Miles on his web-swinging escapades, watching in awe as he leaped from building to building, his agility and bravery on full display.

  But amidst the exhilaration, you never lost sight of the person beneath the mask. Miles was still the caring and compassionate boyfriend who made your heart skip a beat. The added knowledge of his secret identity only deepened your love and admiration for him.

  Together, you navigated the challenges that came with Miles being Spider-Man. You became his anchor, a source of strength and stability in a world of constant motion and danger. And through it all, your love grew, forging an unbreakable bond between you.

  As you sat together in your room, the plate of grilled cheese long forgotten, you gazed into each other's eyes. In that moment, you knew that you were part of something extraordinary. You were sharing a love that transcended the boundaries of ordinary life, a love that thrived in the face of adversity.

  "Miles," you whispered, your voice filled with tenderness. "I love you, Spider-Man and all."

  He smiled, his eyes sparkling with affection. "And I love you, too," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. "Thank you for accepting all of me, for being by my side, and for loving both the ordinary and extraordinary parts of my life."

  As you leaned in for a gentle kiss, the world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you and the unbreakable connection you shared. No matter what challenges lay ahead, you were ready to face them together, bound by a love that defied the ordinary and embraced the extraordinary.

[petrichor-idyllic]

Hi! I was wondering if I could get a Brenda x Fem!Reader where Brenda is sort of the Reader’s gay awakening and the boys all tease the Reader about her crush on Brenda?? All when they first meet her please. Love you! Hope you’re doing well 🥰🥰

YESSSS FINALLYYYYYY.

Brenda is easily my second favourite character. I feel like my favourite is obvious at this point. Ik people hate on her in the books (and love her in the films) but I think she was an interesting character.

Definitely a crush of mine so I'm happy to actually write for her.

Though, this one is a bit shorter because writing dialogue from the movies for every single fic is seriously starting to slow me down lol- I'm doing this bad boy from memory. And since this is a simpler idea that takes place in a short space of time- less words, yanno. Hope y'all understand.

AWAKENING

MASTERLIST | BRENDA MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Movie based fic.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, the Scorch, no actual romance because the prompt is all about teasing and you being a disaster gay, mention of Newtmas because even if Tommy doesn't see Newt that way- it's pretty much canon that Newt had a thing for Thomas. WICKED being WCKD because movie.

The boys were thrilled when a girl showed up in the Glade. They thought that they'd finally have a shot at flirting and maybe even get somewhere with it.

Luckily, Alby was there to shut that down real fast.

And you took no interest in any of them.

You liked them plenty enough. Minho's protective and funny. Newt's realistic. Frypan is a good cook and keeps spirits up. Thomas is brave. Teresa is... there.

Teresa. That's an interesting one. She's pretty by any means, but you never really liked her. She distracted Thomas and clearly has different views to the rest of you- which became obvious when you escaped WCKD into the Scorch.

Dealing with Cranks and losing Winston was a tough blow. And now you have Aris, who is quiet but smart and a useful addition to the group.

So when you broke into a factory to escape a lightning storm (where Minho nearly died), you face a bunch of chained up Cranks.

The next thirty seconds or so are pure chaos of unbridled screaming and fumbling of lights.

"I see you've met our guard dogs," an unfamiliar voice says, the grinding of a door startling you all as you back into a huddle.

The girl has short hair and casual clothes, not that much different to the ones you used to wear in the Maze. Minho yanks you behind him.

"Stay back!" He shouts, but the girl weaves through the infected, seemingly completely unfazed as she reaches you.

"You guys look like shit," she scoffs, smirking. You stand on your tip-toes, peaking over Minho, your heart skips a beat when she makes eye contact with you.

Her smirk grows and he eyes flicker before she turns around.

"Come on, follow me." She pauses, looking over her shoulder. "Unless you wanna stay here with them."

Thomas takes the lead, as per usual, and you all cautiously follow, desperately trying to avoid the walking corpses.

She tells you all her name and monologues about the factory and some guy called Jorge without even looking back at you guys.

"No one's come out of the Scorch in a long time- you've got him curious." She looks back, making eye contact with you. "Me too."

You feel warm, looking away and stumbling slightly over a rise in the floorboards, which leads Newt to having to catch you.

It's awkward as you walk into a large office room, a man looms over a desk as Brenda gets his attention. He turns and starts speaking, but you can't seem to focus as Brenda takes a seat a few feet away from you.

You've never been attracted to anyone before, but as Thomas talks to Jorge, your gaze is locked in the girl sitting on the sofa.

She's confident, sarcastic and seemingly playful, whilst also completely remaining in control.

She notices you staring, smirking at you and looking you up and down. You immediately look away, your face burning, eyes cast at the ground.

Oh God.

She's hot.

Are you... gay?

You'd never considered it before, especially when Teresa came up and you didn't feel anything for her. But I guess she just wasn't your type.

Your type is apparently sarcastic street rats who could probably kill you with their bare hands.

Figures.

Though, you probably should've figured it out when you spent the only life as you remember surrounded by boys and didn't fancy a single one.

Is this the gay panic Newt spoke about when Thomas appeared?

You look at Newt, who is already looking at you, squinting. He looks between you and Brenda before grinning.

And that's when you all get grabbed.

Brenda stands up, grabbing the back of Thomas' neck and scanning it. Brenda's face drops as she stares at the machine.

She looks at you, guilt crossing her face for a second.

And then you get tied up.

Hanging from the ceiling as you all desperately squirm, shouting at Minho to shut his mouth as he makes relentless sarcastic comments, which just further dampens your mood.

"Yanno, (Y/N)," Newt snickers, "I don't think I'm a fan of your new girlfriend."

"Huh?" About four different people respond.

"Shut up, Newt- now is not the time," you try and pull yourself up, fiddling with the restraints keeping you air-born. But it's no use.

"Yeah, well, it's not like we have anything bloody better to talk about."

"The shuck's he on about?" Minho grumbles.

"Nothing." You dramatically cross your arms, which is actually quite a comedic sight since you're upside down.

"She has a crush on our kidnapper."

"What?"

"What?"

"Come again?"

They all look at you- well, they attempt to. Frypan is unvoluntarily slowly spinning.

"I don't! Newt's just... bored?" That's the best you could come up with

"Bored?" He barks a laugh. "You were totally checking her out, shank."

"I wasn't!"

"You were."

"I was not!"

"You absolutely were."

"She is pretty cute," Thomas says, and you inwardly cringe, not wanting to seeing Newt or Teresa's reaction to that one.

"Yanno," Minho says, "that makes way more sense. You like shuckin' girls; I knew it wasn't me."

"Shut up, Minho," at least three of you say.

"So, how exactly are we gonna get out here so (Y/N) can get herself a girlfriend?" Minho continues.

"(Y/N)'s girlfriend is the reason we're tied up," Frypan corrects.

"Can we please not call Brenda my girlfriend?"

"Too late."

"For shuck's sake."

That's when Jorge returns, asking questions about the Right Arm and nearly sending you plummeting into the abyss below.

So, you come up with a plan to escape.

"Minho, put your back into it, dammit!" You shout as he tries to push Teresa.

"I'm- Shuck! I'm tryin'!"

It's actually disastrous.

How you all managed to get out of the Maze alive is an absolute mystery to you.

Somehow, miraculously, you manage to force Teresa onto the platform surrounding you. And then Janson's whiney voice comes through a loud speaker.

So, it becomes a mad rush to escape.

Which then goes terribly when one of Jorge's men attacks you.

Thomas manages to hold his own, but when the man gets his gun back, you're on the verge of accepting defeat.

It's been a long day.

That's when a gunshot rings out and the guy's body hits the floor. You all look up to find Brenda standing there, gun in hand.

She looks directly at you. "You okay?"

You feel small and fuzzy under her gaze. You're starting to understand all the fuss the Gladers had about women.

You nod, stiffly and awkwardly.

"Okay, come on, we gotta move." She waves you all towards her, and it takes you all a second but you follow.

"Hey, maybe your girlfriend isn't so bad after all," Minho jokes as he slips past you, taking the lead.

"Shuck off, Minho- she's not my girlfriend," you whisper-yell as you storm after him.

This was pretty fun to write, but sorry for no actual romance, unfortunately after this there's a dramatic group split and then nothing really slows down until the end of the film and I simply could not bring myself to do another entire movie piece. So, just a fun little unserious one-shot.

"Yeah, a girl can only dream, right?"

I hope this is satisfactory for now, aha.

And I hope you enjoyed :))

[aimmyarrowshigh]

i broke my toe yesterday and i've had 10,000 broken toes and normally i barely notice but this time it's KILLING me and i am NOT being brave about it

[stedebonnit]

Stede being an angel to Ed when he's sick (soup, blankets, cuddles, "I dont care if I get sick, its worth it to kiss you", lots and lots of tissues, not leaving Eds side until he makes a full recovery)

But when Stede is sick, he's the biggest menace ever. Demanding Ed bring him things that are a few feet away from the bed, complaining about being too cold and then throwing off the blankets when he gets too hot, complaining about needing the "right" food to help him recover (Ed always keeps oranges stocked just in case, but the type of soup that Stede insists will "cure" him changes every time hes sick), constantly rolling around groaning about how this is the worst thing hes ever experienced

("You've been stabbed multiple times, Stede."

"Thats different. The pain is concentrated in the stab wound, but right now everything in my body hurts. My toes hurt, Edward! My toes never hurt when I was stabbed!"

"They hurt when you broke them."

"Yes, well, this is decidely worse, Edward!")

The first time Stede tries to pull the "oh darling, I want to kiss you, I don't care if I get sick too." Ed thinks its adorable. His valiant knight braving Ed's snot to kiss him.

After he experiences a handful of Stede's colds, he decides Stede is not allowed anywhere near him when he's sick, because the few days of pampering are not worth the absolute nightmare Stede will become if he gets sick too.

Ed has to put up with a lot of sad puppy dog eyes when he's sick as Stede is forced to serve him soup and give him blankets from at least 6 feet away.

[openphrase123]

i think i broke one of my toes but i'm being sooooo brave about it

[maigetheplatypus57]

In Another World, You Were Mine

In another world, we got to spend our high school years together, instead of being separated by a virus and by our computers.

In another world, I would have never gone to the States, would have been able to stay by your side and see you everyday.

In another world, we finally got to be in the same class together, trying to sit next to each other and giggling as we passed notes or played tic-tac-toe and drew in each other's notebooks.

In another world, at age 16, I would've summoned up the courage to confess my lingering romantic feelings, to ask if we could try again, go from queer platonic to romantic.

In another world, if you had said yes, we could've been dating throughout senior high, holding hands and sneaking kisses when no one was watching.

In another world, it's you instead of my (required to be male) prom date that I would've walked through our favorite mall with, checking out all of the shops of our childhood and laughing at silly toys in toy stores.

In another world, we would've applied to colleges together, celebrating when you got into your art school and holding our breath as I open my letters from the top schools in the country.

In another world, we might have had the courage to come out to our families again, this time on our terms.

(No, I'm sure we never would have been brave enough, at least not until we were adults and in schools where they were more accepting of queer students, but it's nice to imagine.)

In another world we would've been attending colleges a few hours drive away from each other in two different cities, instead of a 16 hour flight across two separate continents. We could've been hanging out on the weekends with the rest of our friends, catching up on college stories and complaining over schedules.

(In another world, I don't know if I would've still been alive to see any of this happen, but I wish I was even given the chance to try.)

But that's in another world, and in this world we had this:

A three-and-a-half years long queer-platonic relationship, full of laughs and playful flirting, before the time zone difference got too stressful for us and we broke it off.

Two debuts, barely three days apart despite our birthdays being 6 months apart (because that was the soonest I could come home to celebrate with all of you) where I was one of your candles and you were one of my roses with silly stories and heartfelt messages, where we danced as much as we could and drank to celebrate our adulthood.

A conversation in the bathroom, where I said I love you but I need to be in a relationship that's more physically affectionate than texts and video calls, one where I can actually go places with them and experience things in person.

A promise in the bathroom, where you said maybe in five years when we're done with school and if we're not seeing anybody, we can try again, but unless one of us is willing to move to the other's country then I don't know how we would even begin to manage to try again.

A flight back to the US, where I made the mistake of watching La La Land and Everything Everywhere All at Once and cried thinking about what could've been, about what we could've been, and what we were not.

A million thoughts in my head, saying I love you and I miss for you and I wanted to love you the way I wanted to but it never went how we imagined it was supposed to be. Saying I love you and you were the right person but it was simply the wrong place the wrong time the wrong circumstances. Saying if you read this poem please message me because I love you, and I haven't really talked to you in a while and that's mostly my fault, and I hope you're doing well and you're having a wonderful time where you are right now. Saying, over and over again, I love you I love you I love you I love you-

I love you, and I wish it worked out in this world.

But maybe in another world, you were mine.

[maxhqs]

if you’re hearing ORDINARY WORLD by DURAN DURAN playing, you have to know MAXIMILIANO RUIZ (HE/HIM; CIS-MALE) is near by! the 45 year old MAYOR has been in denver for, like, THIRTY-FIVE YEARS. they’re known to be quite COMPLACENT, but being OPTIMISTIC seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble PEDRO PASCAL. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those FRESHLY PRESSED TAILORED SUITS, CIGARETTES PRESSED AGAINST GLASS ASHTRAYS, ABSURD ORNATE VASES, AND BEDHEAD FASHIONED WITH MOLDING PASTE INTO MESSY-CHIC vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the DOWNTOWN DISTRICT long enough!

BIO TRIGGERS: death, drinking, pregnancy scare, mental health, reckless spending.

BASIC INFORMATION

NAME: Maximilano Vicente Ruiz

NICKNAMES: max, maximo, any variation of max you can think of -- he will answer to. 

PRO-NOUNS: he/him

GENDER: cis-male

AGE: 45

D.O.B: December 21

P.O.B: Santo Domingo, Chile

Raised in: Denver, Colorado after age 10

ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: sagittarius sun, the rest is completely lost on him

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: married to the job (perpetually single)

OCCUPATION: Mayor of Denver

EDUCATION: Master of Public Administration

APPEARANCE

HEIGHT: 5’11 ft

WEIGHT: 170 lbs

BUILD: muscular, lean

HAIR COLOUR: dark brown

EYE COLOUR: brown

WARDROBE STYLE: typically business casual, unless off the clock then it's jeans, a tee, and a flannel

DEFINING FEATURES: politicians smile and a firm handshake

HEALTH

PHYSICAL AILMENTS: n/a

MENTAL AILMENTS: depression and anxiety

DO THEY DRINK: yes

DO THEY SMOKE: yes

RECREATIONAL DRUGS: top secret

ADDICTIONS: nicotine and work

PERSONALITY

POSITIVES: optmistic, charming, confident, intelligent, brave, resourceful

NEGATIVES: complacent, workaholic, defensive, obsessive

LIKES: listening to new music, cooking with friends, eclectic house art, physical touch, buying sneakers but only wearing oxfords.

DISLIKES: disposable vapes, people in his business, songs on repeat, harsh judgements, wrinkled clothing, milk and milk alternatives

ACTIVITIES & SKILLS

SKILLS: cooking, leading, storytelling, negotiating

STRENGTHS: idealistic, curious, energetic

WEAKNESSES: pride, reckless, unstructured

HIDDEN TALENTS: --

LANGUAGES SPOKEN: english and spanish

BRIEF HISTORY

Maximiliano, Maximo, Mil, Maxim, Max – whatever you want to call him, he’s heard it and loves it. Nicknames are cute and he acknowledges them, his family always changed his name on him, you know?

He lived in Santo Domingo only until he was 10, then his family immigrated to the US, finding a home in Denver, Colorado

Colorado become his second home and he eventually went on to University of Denver and graduated with a degree in public administration.

His whole life he felt like he had to be perfect for everyone around him, he never stepped a toe out of line, had literally only had wine with dinner a handful of times, and never intentionally hurt anyone. This weighed on him the most. He saw his Chilean peers get mistreated in so many ways, he just wanted to help them and other immigrant families. He soon realized, though, that he was just a shell of a man who had no clue who he was.

Once his dad died his first year of grad school, he started to change on the inside and slowly crack. Year after year everything started piling on him, the responsibility of his own family, his relationships, and partner's families were all just too much for him. Adding a serious pregnancy scare on top of it all at age 23, was when the glass fully imploded. Within months he became broody and disconnected, until eventually he broke off a serious relationship, dropped out of school, and moved to a different part of town.

Out of school with no degree under his belt, he picked up bartending.

Those dark five years were him literally living life as a bachelor: waking up, going to work, coming home, drinking more, watching a dumb show or going out with friends, coming home, passing out, and repeating.

He did this until a few triggering events shoved him back into public and academic arenas.

At thirty he finally went back to grad school, got his Master's in Public Administration and started running for local offices.

First he started in community initiatives, volunteering his time while he attended city meetings and began networking. It only took a few years before he was appointed to city council. From there he kept working on his image, putting together again the person he was before the Big Break.

Two years ago he was finally appointed mayor -- he finally got what he was gunning for, but somehow all those feelings from his youth were rushing back and he was headed into a spiral.

This time, though, it was quiet and calculated -- he knew where he could go, he could handle a little drinking, he wasn't doing anything wrong. Just blowing a little steam in the form of reckless spending where beautiful women were involved... it was fine. Or that's what he was going to keep telling himself as he watched the women dance.

HEADCANNONS

In his younger years he frequented CLUB 303, but after hitting his thirties he lost the will to party all night long. Now, though, he can be seen slipping inside the doors of the Ambrisia Lounge after a rough day at work -- which is happening more often than not.

Hangovers are familiar to him, stale cigarettes and Dior Sauvage are his signature scents.

Divisively he is not a cat or dog person, but a fish person and has an aquarium that he takes meticulous care of.

more to come.

WORK

coming soon.

LOVE

coming soon.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

MAXIMILIANO RUIZ is looking for A SCRETARY/ASSISTANT. they’d like the faceclaim to possibly be someone along the lines of (35+ M/F/NB) MAGGIE Q, CONRAD RICAMORA , FREEMA AGYEMAN, ZOE SALDANA, STEVEN YEUN but you must reach out to MAXHQS to find out more!

MAXIMILIANO RUIZ is looking for FWB(S). they’d like the faceclaim to possibly be someone along the lines of (25+ M/F/NB), but you must reach out to MAXHQS to find out more!

MAXIMILIANO RUIZ is looking for EXES. they’d like the faceclaims to possibly be someone along the lines of (25+ M/F/NB), but you must reach out to MAXHQS to find out more! (+ give me messy, give me aching -- I'm here for it all. Long term exes, one night stands -- anything where they've be connected for a night or more and gotta work through it now.)

MAXIMILIANO RUIZ is looking for A HALF-SIBLING. they’d like the faceclaim to possibly be someone along the lines of (35+ M/F/NB), but you must reach out to MAXHQS to find out more! (Definitely reach out about this one to discuss, it can be known/unknown, a good/bad relationship, but most likely connected via Max's dad, who is Chilean)

[blitheringmcgonagall]

@lonely-linn your tags 😂🥳

Honestly WTF, I know it’s fanfiction but like 😳😳

My opinion (not facts, just my personal views):

No, that is not sexy, it’s nasty and horrible and I don’t understand people who enjoy toxic, mean Regulus and spineless, soppy, my-self-esteem-and-self-love-is-on-the-floor doormat James.

I get that their canon characters have been completely changed, and that’s ok because that’s fanon but also - Not A Fan:

Basis in canon:

Lily gives out to James and Sirius for attacking Snape and calls James a bullying toe rag, James asked Lily out once, she refused, he pretended he didn’t care and she says she’d rather go out with giant squid. He grows up, deflates his head, becomes Head Boy, and they start dating.

They defy Voldy 3 times, are a power couple/ BAMF couple, James dies heroically trying to save Lily & James, Lily refuses to save herself to try to shield Harry and saves him.

Sirius is a rebel who is struck off his family tree, is top of his class with James, invents flying motorcycles and has sharp retorts ready (eg tells Snape he is neither brainy nor brawny when first meet and to go play with his Chemistry set in PoA), he is described as energetic, clever and brave, helps design magical map and becomes animagus.

Sirius is an adoring godfather who is first to escape Azkaban without inside help in order to save Harry. Acts like father figure. Dies trying to protect him.

Remus has low confidence, doesn’t stand up to James & Sirius when they are bullying people, is terrified of being outed as a werewolf, has few friends, loves them loads, is mad about James and Sirius. Is kind and lovely to kids as a teacher. Runs away from responsibilities as a dad. Dies fighting Voldy etc

Reg is doted on by parents who constantly tell Sirius he is the better son, he is a nerd who has a bloody collage of a wannabe dictator in his room, joins terrorist group at a young age, then defects and dies heroically, sending Voldy a pompous letter “it was I, Regulus Arcturus Black, who…” and is described as smaller and less attractive than Sirius. Is on Quidditch team.

Fanon:

Years ago some versions of Jily: Canon Lily screaming at James and being horrible to him as he constantly harasses her asking her out for years, and he loves it. She eventually says yes… tiredness? Exhaustion? Who knows…

Other versions of Jily years ago: James is a stud who shags everyone female he sees, Lily is jealous and very nerdy and unpopular and shouts at him and is mean to him. They get together for reasons that remain confusing…

Current: Regulus treats James horribly, all the time. James is all “oh I love you, you can walk all over me, hate me etc and I’ll still adore you for reasons I cannot articulate because there aren’t any”. He is permanently happy for no reason.

Oh and Regulus is the smarter and more attractive one and Sirius is just er, there, and moons over Moony but is inexplicably a bit thick and cries a lot.

Remus is permanently grumpy, curses non stop and is way more intelligent than everyone except Reg. He may also sell a lot of weed but also for very unclear reasons be very broke. Weed for some reason has no effects on his ability to study, motivation, or his memory/concentration etc (eh… werewolf constitution ??). He is mean but not all the time.

Reg is way smarter than everyone else.

James is thick and unable to stand up for himself.

Sirius is a wanker for leaving home at age 16. It is all Sirius’ fault.

Lily is totally disinterested in everyone - Harry, James, the world. May or may not be shagging Mary/ other minor characters for reasons that remain unexplored. If she shags James unclear why. He doesn’t love her and will cheat on her with Reg who he adores. She may be pregnant and/or just had Harry but hey, that’s ok, right? Pegging may feature…

James is a dad and seems totally disinterested in Harry.

Sirius doesn’t seem the least bit interested in Harry at all, maybe hates James. Unclear, as mostly moons over Moony.

Me:

Why is fanon regulus so mean and toxic to litr everyone (I hate him with a passion-)

they tried to give sirius' snark and general apathy to him but they did it wrong &now he's an unlovable unlikable asshole

[blues824]

How about the octavinelle trio playing octodad somhow they got a game from their world in twisted wonderland

And for the sake of lolz the reader is dating Azul and the tweels and making a joke that this game predicted their life because in the game octodad married a human woman to stay because they fell in love on a ship

https://youtu.be/LTmONNEUXjI

Floyd putting the theme song as the phonumber for Azul

Bestie, I get excited whenever you appear in my inbox. You got the funniest requests I swear X’D

Azul Ashengrotto

This man is about to cry. Come get yo mans cuz the water works are gonna start working the water in t-minus 10 seconds. This is a game about a seemingly stereotypical family, all except that the father is ‘secretly’ an octopus. Azul, being a cecaelia, both relates and doesn’t relate to this octopus.

He does get very frustrated with how clumsily Octodad moves. He doesn’t have tentacles on land, but he imagines that it isn’t that hard. A few days after playing, he takes you to a nearby beach and tests it out, only to find out that he walks exactly like him.

When you jokingly say that this game predicts your future, he blushes so badly. YoU cAn’T jUsT sAy ThAt OuT oF nOwHeRe- Nah but seriously, he has dreams at night where you both are either married and living under the sea or your wedding day. I fully believe this man wants to settle down one day with you and maybe start a family (he doesn’t care if you adopt or even foster children, he just wants kids to care for)

He does enjoy how Octodad met Scarlet on the ship and it was like true love at first sight. He wishes he could have met you under more romantic circumstances like that, but it will be a funny story to tell your future kids one day.

He definitely doesn’t like the Chef. It reminds him of the stories he heard as a mer-child, where if you came in contact with a human, they would cook you and eat you. However, you busted into his life like the FBI and broke the stereotypes :)

Jade Leech

As calm and collected as ever. He may have a slight blush on his face, though. He will definitely ask Azul later if this was the experience he had being on land. He can’t say much being an eel, but he can say that he does relate to some of the aspects

He finds it amusing how clumsily Octodad moves, reminding him of a certain cecaelia when he first got his legs. He goes through a small flashback when Azul gave them each a potion that would turn them human. Like most mermaids and mermen say, it was like walking on broken glass.

When you pass by and tell him that the game reminded you of what your future would be like, he quickly grabs you by the belt loops and pulls you into a kiss. Your little plan backfired on you but in the best way possible.

He also likes how Octodad and Scarlet met and how it was love at first sight. It was the same feeling he had when he first saw you on campus. When you bravely went up to Azul with determination, he fell head over heels. Floyd relentlessly teased him about it and how he would always chicken out whenever he went to ask you out.

He finds the Chef rather amusing. He was always trying to expose and even kill Octodad with no reason other than he was angry with the idea of an octopus living a human life. It was rather comical, so he enjoyed the rivals to friends trope the two had.

Floyd Leech

Let’s talk about the setup. You are definitely sitting in his lap while he’s playing because he’s super clingy. Now that that’s out of the way, he will be laughing during the whole game. He finds it hilarious. He doesn’t even relate the game to his experience of being in and out of the water because he’s too busy laughing with you.

He also is greatly amused at how clumsy Octodad tends to be, but after a while it will grow a tad bit tedious for him. He will never forget the day where he got his legs: he stubbed his toe and he thought he was legit dying.

When you start getting tired, you told him that you had him play this game because you wanted this in the future. He stared at you in shock before squeezing you out of pure joy. Shrimpy wants to marry him?! Oh he could die a happy eel right then and there!

He gets slightly bored during the whole “Octodad falls in love with Scarlet” part, but he will admit that it’s very cute. He would ask you if you remembered how the both of you met, and you gladly told him the story again (i'm still kinda salty about it).

He doesn’t like the Chef either. In his eyes, the eel was Octodad and Scarlet was you. Hence, the Chef was trying to take him away from his Shrimpy >:(  You had to spoil the end of the game where the two reconcile and your eel becomes giddy and happy again.

[capseycartwright]

If it sparks joy:

"In my defense, I thought it would go better than this."

“In my defence,” Eddie said, pausing, looking around the disaster that his kitchen had become in the last few hours. To anyone who’d just walked in – like Buck had, for example – it probably looked like a nuclear warzone. Eddie had sort of had time to get used to the mess he was elbow deep in. “I thought it would go better than this.”

Buck’s brow furrowed, as he looked around. “I – Eddie, what were you trying to do?”

“Well,” Eddie wiped his hands on a dish towel. If nothing else, his hands were clean – it was sort of futile, he realised, given his clothes were destroyed in a mix of flour, and egg, and chocolate. “Okay, well – it’s your birthday,” he offered, because that’s where the train of thought had begun - Buck had never been a big birthday person, and Eddie knew why, of course, but he had taken it upon himself to give Buck a special day.

Eddie liked birthdays – he always had, if he was honest, and even more so since Christopher had come along. The joy of having a child, Eddie would tell anyone, was getting to be a child yourself sometimes. Frank, Eddie knew, would call that healing his inner child – and Eddie didn’t really disagree. That was part of the train of thought too – Eddie knew it was cheesy, but he thought that maybe he could help heal Buck’s inner child, too.

So – he’d gone to the grocery store, and he’d bought all the ingredients for the chocolate cake Linda had given him the recipe for (which he hadn’t been brave enough to try, yet) and he’s set to work making something worthy of a birthday.

Except, well – Eddie was a better cook, now, and he’d spent a lot of time following recipes diligently, but cake was apparently something that was out of his reach.

Buck still looked confused. “Uh – yeah.”

“Well,” Eddie shrugged. “I wanted to make you a cake.”

Buck’s face did something terribly complicated. “You wanted to make me a cake? W – why?”

Why?

Why wouldn’t he? Eddie – well, it was obvious, he thought, to everyone, that Eddie loved Buck a lot. Whether you read that as platonic – or more, which was frankly more accurate – the fact Eddie loved Buck was pretty clear. He loved his best friend, and he wanted to do something nice for him, not just because of his birthday, but because Eddie liked to do nice things for his best friend.

He told Buck as much, and then Buck’s face did something even more complicated.

And then Buck was kissing him.

Eddie couldn’t help the noise of surprise that escaped him as Buck’s lips crashed against his, the kiss one Eddie could feel right to his toes. He’d thought about kissing Buck a lot – imagined all sorts of first kisses – but he’d never imagined it going quite like this. Kissing Buck was – well, it felt a lot like every piece of the puzzle of Eddie’s life was slotting into place.

Despite the literal, physical mess surrounding them.

There was a smudge of chocolate on Buck’s upper lip as they broke apart, and Eddie couldn’t help but kiss it away – because that felt like something he could do, now.

“Thank you,” Buck breathed, his eyes shiny with tears that Eddie didn’t mind being responsible for – because he knew they were happy ones, for once. “For caring.”

Eddie smiled. “It’s the easiest thing I’ve ever done in my life, Buck.”

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