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sweaterkittensahoy · 3 months ago

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First photo Chick ever took of Minnie. It's three days after VE-Day. No more boys to send to the base hospital. Chick's got a lunch packed, and he's taking his lady on a winding drive through the English countryside to celebrate the end of their war.

There's a ring in that basket. Nothing fancy, just a nice, gold band with an English Ivy vine engraved on it. He'd found it at a pawn shop in London, made sure there as no chance someone would need to come back for it (it'd been there for years, the clerk tells him; so old he's lost the ticket). Chick got one of the ground crew to shine it up real pretty before he tied it in one of the handkerchiefs Minnie embroidered for him ages ago.

Minnie's quietly wondering if she's going to get a proposal. It's the perfect time for one. But she's keeping her hopes quiet. They've agreed they're leaving the war with each other and have a future together, but the details haven't been fully fleshed out. They have two lives to fit together once they're back in the States, and Minnie's content just knowing she's got Chick while letting herself smile a little at the rather silly romantic hope of the ring.

To say Chick wins the day is putting it mildly. They're on a blanket under a tree watching birds land in a field, and Chick takes the ring out and unwraps it, and simply waits for Minnie to look at him. When she looks over, he leans in and takes her hand.

"Marry me," he says. "Whenever. Wherever. I don't care. Today or tomorrow or a year from now with the big wedding you might want. Just say that one day you'll marry me."

And Minnie stares in shock because yes, she was hoping for a proposal, but goddamn Chick, that was SOMETHING. "Yes," she says. "Of course, darling."

He puts the ring on her finger. It's a little too big. It makes Minnie smile. She takes her sewing kit from her purse and wraps some thread on the ring, then slips it back on.

"You're brilliant, Minerva," Chick says, and Minnie pushes him down onto his back and kisses him quiet.

#chick harding #minnie green #hardingofc #hardingminnie #her name is not minerva fyi #it's just a very sweet nickname because chick loves how smart she is #mota #masters of the air

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cacoetheswriting · 4 years ago

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library hours

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!Reader Warnings: maybe a swear word or two, really just FLUFF ft. baby spence Word Count: 1.3k Summary: A late night at a university library leads to reader meeting a tall brunette genius. [fyi i wrote a reimagined version with professor reid x reader. you can read it here]

A/N: dedicated to the amazing @ellesgreenaway for inspiring this little fic & giving it a title!! ❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️

There was something you always enjoyed about the going to the library.

Perhaps it was the way every single person that walked through the threshold had a purpose. A mission to complete. Perhaps it was the quiet. The solace you felt sitting alone in a corner researching various topics, for class and for recreational purposes.

The university library had quickly become your second home. A location you frequented more than your own dorm room. It wasn’t always to study, no. You people watched. Doodled. Even napped there from time to time. The place brought you peace, and by the time you senior year rolled around, you saw the librarians more than your college friends.

The university library was also the place where you first met a certain young brunette genius - which in time became the main reason why you liked it so much.

Lights were slowly being turned off section by section. A vacuum came to life in one of the aisles. People started to scramble from their seats - shoving their things into their backpacks, throwing out empty coffee cups into the overflowing bins, checking out books they might still use that evening.

All signs indicating it was time to go.

Dolly, one of the librarians, ushered towards you. Her jacket draped over her shoulders, her bag in hand. She gave you the usual spiel of how you can stay until the janitor is finished cleaning, to which you politely nodded along. She wished you a pleasant night, and with a “see you tomorrow” she hurried out the door.

Once she was out of sight, you groaned under your breath and ran your fingers through your hair. You had an assignment due tomorrow, one you started hours ago and only managed to formulate three total sentences. Your gut was telling you there was no way you were going to finish now, especially since you had about thirty minutes until you would have to leave.

Leaning back in your chair, you fluttered your eyes closed in an attempt to collect your thoughts. The tranquil feeling didn't last long as you were abruptly brought back to reality by a loud bang. You quickly sat back up and scanned the space for the source of the noise.

A tall brunette man, not much older than you, stood a few tables away, a heavy looking book at his feet and a shameful look spread across his features.

“The library is closed for the night.” You stated. The brunette scrunched his nose briefly. “B-but you’re here.” He remarked before leaning down to pick up the book he dropped.

“I have permission to be here.”

“What if I do too?” He challenged, taking a step towards you although still keeping a safe distance.

You folded your arms across your chest and arched a brow. “Well, do you?”

The brunette didn't respond. Instead, you noticed how his cheeks flushed a shade of red, how he clutched the book to his chest, and how his fingers tightened around the strap of his bag.

You couldn't help but smirk as you let your arms fall back down to your side.

“I’m just kidding. Come on, join me.” You said, pointing to to the chair across the table from you. “We have about twenty-five minutes before we get kicked out, might as well make the most of it.”

He hesitated for a split second, hovering in his spot. It wasn't until you turned your attention completely away from him, and back to the book in front of you, that he made his move.

“You’re not some sort of killer, are you? You’re not here to murder me?” You asked, looking up as he sat down. His eyes widened and he quickly shook his head in response. “Ehm... N-no.”

“That wasn't a very reassuring no, but I guess I’ll take it.” You nudged in response, and proceeded to work away on your assignment. As you worked, you could feel his eyes burning into you.

In any other situation, with any other stranger, the feeling would have made you uncomfortable. But there was something about the timid stranger that was quite welcoming.

“I-I actually, uhm, I profile serial killers. I help catch them.” He said after a moment of silence. Once again, you glanced up from your notes to look at him. Intrigue greeting your facial features. “I just started with the FBI.” He stated.

It wasn't a brag. No. It was a statement to make you feel more safe, and you couldn't help but smile at him. “So, mister FBI, what are you doing in a university library on a Thursday night?”

“Doctor.” He corrected.

“What?”

“Doctor FBI.” He said, corners of his lips twitching upwards. “I have PhDs in Mathematics, Chemistry, and Engineering.” Now, that was a brag.

You chuckled softly. “You don't happen to have a PhD in History under your belt, do you? Because that would be very helpful right about now.”

“No, but I do have an eidetic memory and can read twenty-thousand words per minute.” He declared. You stared at him in disbelief, your mouth parting ever so slightly in shock.

“Did they make you in a lab or something?” You teased, although you could tell he didn't find it amusing. He furrowed his brows, lips pursed into thin line. You chewed down on your bottom lip, feeling slightly ashamed for poking fun at the guy who was nothing but be nice to you. “I’m sorry.” You mumbled faintly. “That was rude.”

“It’s okay.” He quickly reassured, and shot you a timid smile. The two of you stared silently at one another. There was something amicable about the seconds that passed as you looked into his hazel eyes. Something harmonious. Friendly. Strong.

You cleared your throat. “There uhm, there’s this dinner not far from here. It’s twenty-four hours so they won't kick us out. Would you like to come with me? We can share a pie. I mean, if you’re into that. Or, or we can just have coffee-”

“Y-yes, I would love to.” The young doctor answered all too quickly causing you to grin at him.

Soon enough you were both packed up and up on your feet, heading towards the library exit.

There wasn’t a cloud in the sky making the million stars shine all that brighter. They looked like perfect sugar granules spilled on a dark surface, accompanied by the glowing moonlight. Breathtaking.

Street lamps glittered ahead, illuminating the streets. The two of you walked side by side, almost in sync.

“Does that big brain of yours possess information on Roman gods?” You asked while nonchalantly hopping up on the curb. You spread out your arms like a tightrope walker, and with one foot carefully placed in front of the other you continued your journey.

The wind blew lightly through your hair, your brunette companion observing quietly. A smile creeping up on his lips. “Because if you do, I might ask for your help with an assignment.” You glanced at him briefly.

“I-I do actually, ehm. The... The Ancient Romans were extremely religious, and believed their success was due to their strong beliefs. They believed that if you maintained a good relationship with the gods, they would be kind to you.” He briskly cleared his throat. “There were twelve Olympian Gods in total. Jupiter, Juno, Mars, Mercury, Neptune, Venus, Apollo, Diana, Minerva, Ceres, Vulcan, and Vesta...”

You let out a soft kindhearted laugh. “Okay doctor FBI, slow down. Wait until we get to the diner so I can really appreciate your genius.”

He blushed, feeling thankful that the darkness around prevented you from seeing. “It’s Spencer. My name, uhm, my name is Spencer.”

You stopped in your tracks and elegantly hopped off the curb. Spencer turned in his spot so that he was now facing you completely, only an arms reach away.

“Spencer...” You tested the name on your tongue, a smile embellishing your features. “It suits you.” You retorted before proceeding to introduce yourself, “I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, Spencer.”

masterlist

spencer reid taglist: @no-honey-no, @calm-and-doctor, @idroppedmygourd, @averyhotchner, @wowitsel, @elldell1204, @hey-there-angels, @reidabookforonce, @ellesgreenaway

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fluff #fluff

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epersonae · 5 years ago

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FYI to all my fellow Duck/Minerva writers, Duck calls her “Minnie” as far back as episode 16, when Duck is taking care of Billy.

FWIW, when he calls her that again later she does say “I don’t love that name” so do with that what you will. (She prefers “Honey” to “Minnie”, I guess??????)

(many thanks to @owlinaminor for sharing some reference materials, this is turning out to be very helpful. I need to build something similar (and probably overlapping) with all the references for Kepler Teenage Wasteland, tbqh.)

#taz amnesty spoilers #taz amnesty #as I was joking with Kath earlier 'new hyperfixation unlocked'

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braverytaught · 8 years ago

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QUICK REF SHEET | MUN & MUSE

rules: tag ten people!! tagged by: @goldensaviour tagging: you. go on and do it. i know you want to.

MUSE !

name: minerva isobel mcgonagall  nickname: if she had her way, none. nerva or min, occasionally. mcgoo, mcgoogles, mcgon, mcgee, and any number of nicknames given by students that you’d really better not let her hear ever.  zodiac sign: libra (though she’s more of a virgo in temperament)  gender: female  favourite color: green  average hours of sleep: 6-7 probably  last thing you googled: “quidditch standings,” probably. who knows. she doesn’t use google.  height: 5′10″

MUN !

name: faith  nickname: faithers, feathers, fay. give me more nicknames.  zodiac sign: scorpio  gender: female-ish  favorite color: blue  average hours of sleep: not enough. six on a good night. often less.  last thing you googled: “il veut votre lait translation.” (fyi: it means “he wants your milk.”)  height: 5′8″

#; wandless ( ooc. )#( this is the reason i got on this damn site in the first place tonight )#( to do this meme )#( and yet i got sucked into sALT instead )#; mun tag #; that explains a great deal ( headcanons. )

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badasscommunist666 · 8 years ago

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Tag 20 followers you want to know better

I was tagged By @coffeegfs to do this so here goes

Name: jessica Nickname: ok I don’t really have a proper nickname, in some music circles I’m called jazzica but it’s like the most ridiculous nickname ever

Gender: girl Star sign: taurus Height: 171cm (like 5’7 in feet idk man??) Sexual orientation: gay

Hogwarts house: gryffindor Favourite colour: dark purple and light brown Favourite colour to paint the walls: I have white walls at the moment and I really like them cause you can just hang stuff on the walls and don’t have to worry about the colours matching

Favourite colour of lipstick: maybe like a purpleish red??

Favourite animal: I’m such a cat person tbh, also giraffes are neat Time right now: 20:20 Cat or dog person: cat person all the way, although I like dogs too Favourite fictional character: Sana from Skam, also I guess I like Amy from b99 cause I kind of relate to her

Number of blankets I sleep with: 3 Favourite singer/band: system of a down is my alltime favourite band but lately I’ve been listening to a lot of disco music

Dream trip: I really wanna go to Berlin and visit all the museums

Dream job: I’m either opening a gay café or moving to an island to write erotic novels. possibly both

When was this blog created: about 2 years ago When did your blog reach its peek: it hasn’t tho What made you decide to make a tumblr: all of the fucking “best of tumblr” –facebook pages Why did you pick your url: I don’t think this needs any explaining

Last movie you watched: Fahrenheit 9/11 (I don’t really like michael moore but it was for a school thing) Last song you listened to: You make it easy by Air Last book you read: the last book I read is a book from the heroes of olympos –series but the last book I finished was a finnish book called Aavikon tyttäret (don’t know if it has been translated to English) Last thing you ate: bread

If you could be anywhere right now, where would you be: in my bed sleeping I’m tired as hell What time would you travel to: probably like the 800’s, I’d really like to see what my country looked like back then

Fictional character you would hang out with for a day: Minerva McGonagall from Harry Potter, why the hell not

I tag @fyi-i-got-yes-jam @hipsuorava and @sininenvalo cause I don't know enough people on here to tag 20. You don't need to do this if you don't want to.

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