#if anyone knows of anyone else please let me know! i'd love to add them

[rockpaperscissuhs]

Hispanic Heritage Month + Band of Brothers

For the last day of Hispanic Heritage Month (Sept. 15 - Oct. 15), I rolled up my sleeves to do some research on Latinos who served in Easy Company.

Here's who I found…

Antonio C. "Tony" Garcia

Here's the bio & gif set I made for him:

Ynez M. "Tito" Mendoza

Ynez was born September 22, 1925 in California. His parents, Jose and Carlota, were both born in Mexico and had immigrated to the U.S.

He enlisted in Los Angeles in January 1944, and joined Easy Company as a replacement. In October 1944, he was wounded in the lower leg by artillery, but returned to the line December 1944.

After the war, he married and had 3 children. He died on June 30, 2011 at the age of 85.

Wiliam S. "Guillermo" Metzler

William was born and raised in Naco, Arizona. His parents, Francisco and Julia, were born in Hermosillo, in the Mexican state of Sonora. They married, and later immigrated with their first two sons to Arizona, where William and his other siblings were later born.

He was living in Los Angeles when he volunteered for the U.S. Army in August 1942. He was one of the original members of Easy Company and trained at Toccoa.

He was killed in action in Normandy on June 24, 1944, at the age of 22.

Sergio G. Moya

Sergio was born on February 24, 1921, in San Francisco, California.

In February 1943, he enlisted in the U.S. Army. He was one of the original members of Easy Company and trained at Toccoa.

He was on the C-47 plane with Lt. Meehan that was shot down over Normandy by German anti-aircraft fire on June 6th, 1944 (D-Day). He died at the age of 23.

Joseph "Joe" Ramirez

Here's the bio & gif set I made for him:

[surielstea]

A Sudden Elopement

Based on this request.

Pairing: Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary: After Reader and Azriel suddenly get married without telling any of the others, the silently watch while every one figures it out for themselves.

Warnings: just fluff.

A. Note: just a short fic because I feel bad for being inactive as of late :c but the good news is, is that I’ll be very active for Eris week!! So keep an eye out for more Vanserra content 😻🙏

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My eyes drooped with exhaustion as I attempted to keep my focus on the book I was reading. I was seated between my mate's legs in his lap, leaning back against his chest while he combed his scarred fingers through my hair. I sighed and closed my book, deciding I didn't have enough energy to read another chapter. I tossed it to the side of the bed and shifted lazily, flipping around to meet his hazel eyes gazing down at me.

"How was your book?" He hummed and I mumbled something he couldn't decipher while pulling myself up and stuffing my nose into the crook of his neck.

"That good, huh?" He teased, his arms moving to wrap around my waist.

I nod, tightening my grasp on him, needing him closer, lazily clinging to him like moss to a damp wall, infectious and dependent. But he didn't seem to care, only returned my embrace with the same tenderness "We should get married," He said softly and my eyes widened, now fully awake.

"What?"

"We should get married," He repeated with a casual tone.

"As in, right now?" I tilt my head, raising a brow at him.

"Well," He gave me an incredulous look. "Not right now, eventually, I want to marry you," He reiterated. A soft smile pulls at my lips.

"We've only been dating for a few months," I argue and even in the dim lighting I can see him blush.

"Yes, and we've been best friends for a decade," He argues and my smile widens, I straddle over his hips, sitting up and debating it.

"Don't get me wrong, I'd marry you now if I could, but do you really want to go through the hassle of planning one?" I speak logically but it's as if he only heard the first half of my sentence.

"Let's get married, right now," He grinned wildly and I flushed pink. "We don't have to do the hassle, you hate parties anyway. It can be just us, somewhere far or close I don't care. I just want to marry you," He expressed, intertwining our hands as I debated the irrational and sudden decision.

"Though I love how eager you are, I don't have a dress— much less, we don't have rings," I explain. "And as rich as you are, your funds are not bottomless," I say but he remains looking at me with the same loving look.

"Tell me exactly how you want to do it, and that's how it'll be done," He prompts and lets go of my hands, favoring placing them on my waist as I leaned down on my elbow, propped up against his chest.

"Well, it being just us doesn't sound too bad," I say, tracing shapes on his bicep with my free hand. "And I'd want to have a pretty gown, and I'd want to have our ceremony somewhere beautiful." I flick my eyes up to meet his unfaltering gaze. "And rings, I want everyone to know we belong to each other," I add quickly and his smile grows.

"Anything else?" He tilts his head but I shake mine, cupping his face and leaning down, kissing his lips softly. "I think, I just want to be your wife," I finalized and that seemed to have pleased him because the next thing I know he's flipping me over and kissing down my neck. And despite my exhaustion, I knew sleep wouldn't come until dawn.

—————

"So, how was your trip?" Feyre said excitedly, settling into the barstool beside me.

Azriel and I had gotten back after a month's vacation only a day ago, but everyone was eager to catch up. So we landed ourselves at Rita's, a local bar beloved by the citizens of Velaris. "As romantic as it sounds," I say with a soft blush, propping my head into my hands.

"Gods, I wish Rhys would take me on a surprise trip like that," She sighed dramatically and my smile grew. We hadn't told anyone why we actually went, that our trip was more of a honeymoon, less of a vacation.

"I know," I turned back in my stool to look at my husband who was surrounded by his two brothers. "It's all still such a daze," I smile dreamily, looking back to my friend who was frozen in her seat, staring directly at the cut sapphire on my fourth finger.

"Are you engaged?!" She practically shouted and I giggled, shaking my head.

"Az and I decided to get married while we were gone," I shrug as if it was a casual thing. I didn't want it to be a big deal, because it wasn't really, we were the last of the group to tie the knot.

She just stares at me, slowly, she shifts her head back to the three males at the other end of the room, right at that chain around Azriel's neck, a silver ring hanging from it. He couldn’t wear rings because of his scars, but he still wanted to have that physical element of our marriage, as if to display how taken he was.

She nearly fell out of her chair at the realization, then tackled me into a hug, holding me tight as I giggled at her antics. "My gods, congratulations, I would have been sending gifts all week!" Feyre claimed and I shook my head at her nonsense while she pulled away.

"It's not a big deal Fey, if they haven't figured it out yet— you're the only one who knows," I smile broadly, looking back at Azriel, who happened to already be staring at me.

I brought my hand up, gesturing to the ring on my finger, then to his brothers. Silently asking if they notched yet. Azriel shook his head with a mischievous smile and I turned back to Feyre with a smirk. "I can't believe you guys didn't tell us," She huffed as if she'd failed me as a friend.

"As much as I would've loved for you to be there, it was hilarious watching how clueless you all were," I claim and she gives me a sidelong glare.

"Oh cmon," I lean over in my stool and bump her shoulder with mine. "Now you can be in on it. Who do you think is going to be last to figure it out?" I ask, gesturing to the group behind us who were all mingling with Azriel.

Feyre turned to look, the three-winged Illyrians all chatting with Morrigan, Nesta, Lucien, and Elain all accompanying them. "Cassian," She bets and I smirk, narrowing my eyes on the group.

"I think Rhys," I say, crossing my arms over my chest. Feyre cracks a smile. "Whoever's right pays the tab," She says, slipping out of her barstool and I nod, agreeing to the challenge even though I knew damn well Rhys would be covering the tab regardless.

We saunter over to the group, wicked smiles on our faces. Feyre goes to Rhys, intertwining their hands while I come to stand between Cassian and Azriel, my husband putting his arm around my shoulders. "What's that look for?" Azriel asked me, noticing the mischievous glint in my eyes.

"Feyre and I have a bet going, and that's all you need to know," I shrug and he arches a dark brow but doesn't say anything more while silky shadows swirl up my calves as if they were trying to beckon more information out of me but I didn't budge, just leaned into his side and watched Feyre as she tried her hardest to get her mate to realize the wings on me and Azriel's fingers, eager to win our bet.

It took much longer than I thought it would for them to realize. Lucien and Elain had spotted it that night, pulling me to the side to ask about it. Morrigan and Nesta had done the same one night later, interrogating me and Azriel as if we'd committed a crime, they seemed to think not telling them was against some friendship code.

But Rhys and Cassian hadn't noticed that night, or the next, or the next. It wasn't until I was training with Cassian and punched him square in the jaw that he caught sight of the ring on my finger. He brought his fingers to his cheek, wincing as he saw blood when pulling his hand away.

I cringed. "Sorry, I forgot to take my ring off," I murmured shamefully, taking the sapphire off my fourth finger. He paused, staring at me curiously, with no malice in his eyes despite the fact that I just drew blood.

"Where did you get that?" He tilted his head. I froze. Would it be considered cheating me and Feyre’s bet if I told him Az gave it to me?

"I'll give you one guess," I sent him a wink and his brows shot up.

"No way," He whispered. "He proposed?" His arms went out wide and shock. I fought back a laugh. "Well, yes, but we got married already, when we took that month off to go to the Summer Court? That was our honeymoon," I shrug and his eyes nearly bulge from their sockets.

"He didn't tell me!?" Cassian exclaimed as if he was the one to be married.

"We didn't tell anyone, everyone else already figured it out." I chuckled and his eye twitched. "Rhys doesn't know, me and Fey had a bet going to see how long it'd take," I shrug. "Turns out longer than expected." I hummed and he scowled.

"Well, you think you know someone," He huffs pathetically and I laugh.

"It's not like that Cass," I roll my eyes while walking over to my water and placing my wedding ring down beside it. If he was actually upset I don't know what I'd do, and I found myself thanking the gods when he cracked a smile, unable to keep the facade up for too long.

"Me and Az are going to have a long talk about this," He warned and I chuckled, getting back into my fighting stance on the mats.

"All I ask is that you return my husband in one piece," I say, smiling at the sound of calling Azriel my husband.

"Fine, but only if I get to be the one to tell Rhys he lost the bet." He hummed, getting into his own stance.

I grinned wildly, Feyre was going to rage. "Deal."

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[its-a-me-mango]

Oh hey... it's been a while Telly...

Everypony, this is URGEN, and I need your help, I have a sad TV that needs cheering up, can you help me? You guys think you can help me? Pretty please?

THIS IS A FUN LIL OC/SONA DRAWING/WRITING/WHATEVER EVENT THINGY AND YOU'RE INVITED TO TAKE PART!!!

INFO BELOW THE READ MORE!

Hi welcome to below the read more, nice down here innit.

THIS IS NOT AN EVENT WHERE YOU SUGGEST THINGS TO ME, THIS IS FOR YOU TO DO, I WILL BE IGNORING ANY ASKS RELATED TO REQUESTS FOR ME TO DRAW!

Anyway so as I said, you're invited to have your sona, your OC, your AU or heck even one of the SMG4 crew help cheer up Telly! You can do this in anyway you like, wethers it's taking them out somewhere nice like a park or city, to playing games with them, or just hanging out with them! You're in charge of picking out something fun for your character of choise and Telly to do together! They love doing anything as long as its with friends so you're welcome to do pretty much anything!

You can also make this in an medium you'd like, be it art, comics, writing, or anything else you can think of, there is no strict medium this has to be done in so go wild and most importantly have fun!

For the sake of keeping things clear in the SMG4 tag, you can use #SMG4CheerUp as the tag for this event, you are obviously free to @ me but if not, I will check the above tag instead.

Before I go any further, just want to make this clear:

THERE IS NO PRIZE! THERE IS NO DEADLINE! THIS IS JUST FOR FUN!

THIS IS NOT A COMPETITION

Just saying this as I don't want people expecting anything from me in return for this, nor do I want people putting themselves down or comparing themselves to others, I want people to have fun for the sake of having fun.

I'm obviously not super stricks on rules as this is for fun but I do have a few requests:

No just straight up brining Mr Puzzles back, that kinda defeats the point. You're more than welcome to use your AU or OC version of Mr Puzzles for this, but no actual Mr Puzzles, let him rot in prison for a bit please.

I know I said you're welcome to do pretty much anything but please keep your work age appropriate! Telly is meant to be no older than 10 at max so nothing too outrageous please! I don't mind a bit of angst or anything like that but you know, be nice to the kid alright, I will kill you otherwise /j

Also for this please don't use their teen/adult design, this is focused on them as a kid so please keep them as one, no aging up to do anything not age appropriate please.

Please keep in mind that Telly is mute and cannot talk! They can write/type to talk (as they don't know sign language yet) and they can make static noises, but no actual speaking for them!

TELLY USES THEY/THEM PRONOUNS AND NOTHING ELSE, PLEASE JUST REFER TO THEM AS A CHILD/KID

That's all I could think of lol, will add more if I think of anything else.

TELLYS REF IS HERE FOR ANYONE WHO NEEDS IT (it is also linked on my pinned post at all times) I'm not overly strict on design so feel free to add your own lil details to them, I think it's fun! :3

My media asks are off for now, as I'd rather people make their own posts, it's what Tumblr's for and I wouldn't want anyone's amazing work to sit and rot in my inbox! I will be reblogging everything I promise.

You're welcome to ask me any questions but my response will likely be either "yes" or "if it's fun for you go for it!"

There is no deadline as stated, but I'll say this is open for at least a month-ish, or at least until Mr Puzzles comes back or something lol (watch that be, this week! wow how short lived /j)

ANYWAY WITH ALL THAT OUT THE WAY, GO FORTH AND ONCE AGAIN, HAVE FUN ABOVE ALL ELSE!!! :3

[sai-int]

uhhh I'd like to request an angsty one here. we all know trauma has two results. one of which is like you try to fix yourself and not inflict your problems which you faced and the other is...you become worse. I have seen people write Simon as someone who tries to do the former but never seen angsty Simon who can't really be gentle and is always on the edge. like some madman on the verge of explosion from little sanity that holds him. how about husband!simon who can't articulate shit and is just an asshole to his wife.

I'd like to add I'm not glorifying this behaviour but rather study it. Please don't approach the idea if you don't like it ! I don't want anyone to feel uncomfortable to write or read this

hi doll! thanks for the ask :) this was such a blast to write (despite the subject matter), a lot of ethel cain was listened to in order to bring out the feels

cw: wife!reader, husband!simon, simon's pov, angst

Simon Riley had never been taught how to love—only how to endure.

He had learned survival through clenched fists and gritted teeth, through hollowed-out silences that sat so deep they became his foundation. He knew how to compartmentalize pain and push through the chaos, but gentleness? Tenderness? That had no place in the battlefield of his mind.

His wife was his sanctuary in theory. Soft and warm warm, trusting. Someone willing to put up with his silences, his coldness, his anger. But Simon? Simon wasn’t the man he wanted to be for her.

He didn’t lash out with fists, no—he was better than the man who raised him. But his words were sharp, honed and deadly, like the knives he used in battle. When he felt the walls closing in, he wielded them with precision.

“You never stop, do you?” His voice would cut through the quiet of the kitchen, bitter and sharp. “Always thinkin' you can fix things. You can’t fix me. Stop tryin'.”

It was cruel, even when he didn’t mean it. He could see the way her shoulders would slump, the way the corners of her lips would frown and twitch like she was searching for a response that wouldn’t trigger another landmine. She never yelled back. She never fought him the way he sometimes wished she would.

And that was the worst part.

Because in the moments after the rage ebbed, when the quiet returned, he hated himself more than anyone else ever could.

He’d sit on the shitty recliner in the living room, head craned to the ceiling, searching for a God he knew didn't exist. He'd replay every harsh word, every time he’d shut her out, every time he saw the light in her eyes dim just a little more. He thought about apologizing, but the words stuck in his throat, heavy and jagged. What good would it do? He’d ruin it all over again the next time the walls closed in.

The irony was that he loved her. Loved her so much it terrified him. And maybe that was the problem. He didn’t know how to hold onto something so good without destroying it. But he never could let go when something's already broken.

So, he sat in silence, waiting for the day she’d finally leave, knowing he wouldn’t blame her when she did.

“Simon, can we talk?”

“Not now,” he doesnt want her to leave.

“Simon, please. I feel like—”

“What you feel is irrelevent. ” She can't go. He turned to her, his eyes dark with exhaustion. “Why do you always push? Just let go.” He won't let her.

Her lips parted, but no words came. She stared at him for a moment, the light dimming behind her irises, before she turned and walked away.

He watched her go, like always, guilt settling in his chest like lead.

Simon Riley stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, his hands gripping the sink. The fluorescent light buzzed faintly above, casting harsh shadows over his face. He looked like he was barely holding it together—because he was.

The fight replayed in his mind: her soft voice, his harsh words, the look on her face when she walked away. He dragged a hand down his face, his chest tight with a hatred for himself that festered in his bones like a rot.

As he turned his head slightly, something pink in the trash can caught his eye.

He ignored it at first, turning back to the mirror. But the thought gnawed at him, whispering in the back of his mind to just look, look, until he couldn’t push it aside.

With a frustrated sigh, he crouched down and moved the crumpled tissue on top.

A white stick. Two pink lines.

Simon’s heart stopped. His breath caught in his throat as he stared at it, unmoving.

She was pregnant.

And the rot inside him lingered still. 

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[thatbitchery]

THE 2025 CODE

In light of the (inevitably) incoming new year new me &Co , I thought I'd add to the list of new things you're supposed to be doing

In 2025 we will not cater to people that do not pay our bills. If they are not actively contributing to your bills their desires do not count.

In 2025 we will be necessarily disagreeable. We will honor our point of view and ideas and while we will not be shoving them into everyone's face, we also will not compromise on them to make others comfortable or to appeal to others. We will honor our intelligence and integrity and stand on business, we have the opinions we have and that's that. We will be comfortable with being disagreeable.

In 2025 we will be comfortable with silence. We will not attempt to fill in the blank spaces with words, we will not double text, we will not surrender information or words to avoid awkward silences or anything. We will be very, very comfortable with silence.

In 2025 we will not be auditioning for people unless it's a paid role. Not for their friendship, their love, their acceptance, to be at peace with them- for nothing. We will not try to make them like us by being funny or cute or pretty or whatnot. We will not Will He Like This? Did That Upset Her? Was That The Right Thing To Say? & Co We will do us, if they like us good for them if not also good for them. This is our world they are just in it.

In 2025 we will NOT be centering our anything around anyone (Family can get a pass, and school). We will not cancel our existing plans to make space for people that did not bother to make their plans earlier and simply came at last minute. We will not plan our anything- not outfits, not words, not events, not anything around anyone else, especially not a man or potential romantic interests. we will not tune our interests to them, we will not bend our opinions to them, we will not squeeze our time for them, we will only factor us in. Self-centered is the theme out here. We will not make space for anyone at the expense of us. Me, Me, Me.

In 2025 we will be difficult to please the Simon Cowell way. We will only give compliments when they have been earned. We will only smile when we feel like we want to, we will only be impressed by things we find impressive. We will be stingy with our joy, our compliments, our smiles, our approval and only give them when earned.

In 2025 we will not be parenting adults. If someone feels offended by us, its their job to let us know they were offended by us, our job to see if it's a relationship that needs repair or not. We will not be cleaning up after adults. We will not be gentle parenting fully grown humans into anything - not basic human decency, not relational politics, not basic human hygiene, not nothing. And by people, I largely mean men. When we want to be moms we mom children.

In 2025 we will not be performing unpaid labor. We will not be a free therapist or trauma bucket to be dumped into, not relationship therapist that repairs other's relationship, not maid or chef or waiter duties, not nanny duties, not free coaching, NONE. If we provide expertise, we get paid, e. Not for our families, not for our friends, not for community, not for men.

In 2025 we will validate our desires. Better yet, in 2025 we will NOT be demonizing our desires. We will retire from that Self Shaming role we have been playing and allow ourselves to want it all. We will validate everything we want. Yes I want to Kill Andrew He IS A Piece Of ISht. Yes I want To Marry Brad Pitt. Yes I Want- yes I want. So what.

In 2025 we will not be trying to change people. People will show us what we mean to them by the way they act and we will accept that as a truth and act in our best interests with this information on hand. We Will not try to coach people into treating us better. We will not play zero sum games. We will accept it as a truth and make a decision based on it.

In 2025 we will abandon organized religion for spirituality.

In 2025 we will take responsibility for ourselves and mostly our relationships. We will understand and live from the understanding that it is our responsibility to have mature and functional relationships and any dysfunction we tolerate we accept and it's OUR fault if a person treats us the same way twice.

In 2025 we will be retching level disgusted by inconsistency, even from ourselves. We will not tolerate disrespect, especially not for some surface level 'peace' and worse- attention. Not disrespect to our time, to our dreams, to our ambitions, to our bodies, to our intelligence, to our style, to our families to our preferences to our plans to our everything. We will understand we accept by tolerance and we will serve absence as needed.

BMAC

[urdreamydoodles]

X-Men x Reader (Part.2)

You protect them during a fight

Characters: Cable, Mystique, Hank McCoy, Colossus, Magik, Warren Worthington III, Alex Summers, Kitty Pryde, Jubilee, Psylocke, Sunspot, Lorna Dane, Domino, Dazzler, Morph, Legion & Lucas Bishop

I don't often do all 32 X-Men characters I have on my list, but I love doing it so much. I really need to do this more often. If you have any X-Men you'd like me to add to my list, please let me know, I'd be happy to do so.

Nathan Summers aka. Cable

- Nathan was used to being the one in control, his military training and experience making him the protector in any situation. So when you stepped in to shield him during a fight, he was caught off guard. “What the hell are you doing?” he barked, his stern voice masking the panic in his eyes. After the battle, he pulled you aside, his expression a mix of anger and concern. “That was reckless,” he said gruffly. “You could’ve been killed.”

- Despite his harsh words, Nathan couldn’t stop thinking about what you’d done. He found himself watching you more closely, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive. One evening, as the two of you worked on repairing some equipment, he finally spoke up. “Why did you do it?” he asked, his tone softer than usual. When you shrugged and said you couldn’t stand the thought of him getting hurt, his expression softened.

- Over the next few days, Nathan struggled to reconcile his feelings. He admired your bravery but hated the thought of you putting yourself in danger for him. One night, as the two of you sat by the fire, he finally opened up. “I’ve spent my whole life protecting others,” he said quietly. “It’s… strange to have someone do the same for me.”

- As your bond deepened, Nathan found himself opening up to you in ways he hadn’t with anyone else. He admired your strength and resilience, and he couldn’t help but feel drawn to you. One day, as you trained together in the Danger Room, he finally admitted, “You mean a lot to me. More than I realized.” His confession was quiet but sincere, his steel-blue eyes meeting yours with unwavering intensity.

- From then on, Nathan became even more protective of you, though he respected your independence. “We’re a team,” he said one day, his hand resting on your shoulder. “But if you ever pull a stunt like that again, I swear I’ll lock you in the safest room I can find. You’re too important to lose.”

Raven Darkholme aka. Mystique

- Mystique had always been a lone wolf, relying on her shape-shifting abilities and razor-sharp wit to keep her one step ahead of everyone else. She wasn’t used to letting anyone get close, so when you threw yourself into the fray to protect her during a fight, she was stunned. The enemy's blow barely missed you, and Mystique retaliated with a ferocity that left no question about her skill. Once the battle was over, she grabbed your arm and pulled you aside, her yellow eyes blazing. “What were you thinking?” she demanded, though her voice held a note of something that wasn’t quite anger.

- Back at the hideout, Mystique paced the room, her usual composure shaken. “You don’t get to put yourself in danger for me,” she said sharply, refusing to meet your gaze. But her frustration wasn’t about your actions—it was about the unfamiliar feeling of someone caring enough to risk themselves for her. It left her feeling exposed in a way she hadn’t expected.

- Over the next few days, Mystique kept her distance, though her eyes always seemed to find you in a crowd. She hated how vulnerable she felt, yet she couldn’t help but admire your bravery. One evening, as you bandaged a small wound she’d sustained during another mission, she finally broke the silence. “You’re insufferable, you know that?” she muttered, though there was a flicker of a smile on her lips. “But… thank you.”

- It didn’t take long for Mystique to realize that her feelings for you went deeper than she was ready to admit. She began showing her affection in small, subtle ways: a protective arm during battles, a rare smile when you cracked a joke, or a quiet moment of vulnerability when she let her guard down around you.

- When Mystique finally confessed her feelings, it was with her trademark bluntness. “I don’t let people in easily,” she said, her tone serious as she looked into your eyes. “But you’ve managed to worm your way into my life, and now I can’t imagine it without you. Just don’t make me regret it.” From that day on, she became fiercely protective of you, though she never lost her sharp edge.

Hank McCoy aka. Beast

- Hank was used to being the calm and rational one, always the first to assess a situation logically. So when you stepped in front of him during a fight, shielding him from an incoming attack, he was completely taken aback. “Are you out of your mind?” he exclaimed, his blue fur bristling as he quickly neutralized the threat. Once the battle was over, he turned to you, his golden eyes filled with a mix of anger and concern. “That was incredibly reckless,” he said, though his voice softened as he added, “but… thank you.”

- After the fight, Hank couldn’t stop replaying the moment in his mind. He admired your courage but was deeply troubled by the thought of you getting hurt. One evening, as the two of you worked together in his lab, he brought it up. “You know,” he began, his voice tinged with hesitation, “you don’t have to prove your bravery to me. I already think the world of you.”

- Over time, Hank found himself drawn to your selflessness and determination. He started looking out for you more during missions, his protective instincts kicking in whenever you were in danger. “If you’re going to keep being this reckless,” he said one day with a wry smile, “I’ll have to invent some kind of force field to keep you safe.”

- The turning point came one night as the two of you shared a quiet moment in the mansion’s library. Hank hesitated before finally speaking. “You mean a great deal to me,” he said, his voice unusually soft. “I suppose what I’m trying to say is… I care about you more than I ever thought possible.” His confession was earnest, his golden eyes meeting yours with an intensity that left no room for doubt.

- From then on, Hank became even more devoted to you, though he always respected your independence. “You’re remarkable,” he said one day as he adjusted his glasses. “But let’s make a deal: I’ll protect you when you need it, and you can do the same for me. Agreed?”

Piotr Rasputin aka. Colossus

- Piotr was no stranger to protecting others—his steel body and gentle heart made him the ultimate shield. So when you jumped in to defend him during a fight, he was completely caught off guard. “You shouldn’t have done that,” he said, his deep voice filled with concern as he quickly moved to shield you in return. Even as he dispatched the enemy, his thoughts were on you.

- After the battle, Piotr couldn’t hide his worry. “Why would you put yourself in harm’s way for me?” he asked, his brows furrowed as he searched your face for an answer. When you told him you couldn’t just stand by and watch him get hurt, his expression softened. “You are brave,” he said quietly, “but you must let me protect you. It is what I do.”

- Over the next few days, Piotr found himself watching you more closely, his protective instincts stronger than ever. He admired your courage but couldn’t shake the fear of losing you. One evening, as the two of you painted together in his studio, he finally spoke up. “You have a kind heart,” he said, his voice gentle. “It is one of the many reasons I care for you so deeply.”

- It wasn’t long before Piotr’s feelings for you became impossible to ignore. He began showing his affection in small ways: offering to carry heavy things for you, making sure you were always safe during missions, and sharing quiet moments where his walls came down. “You are my greatest inspiration,” he admitted one night, his steel hand brushing yours.

- When Piotr finally confessed his feelings, it was with his characteristic sincerity. “I do not know what I would do if something happened to you,” he said, his blue eyes filled with emotion. “You are everything to me.” From that moment on, Piotr became even more devoted to you, his love as unyielding as his steel form.

Illyana Rasputina aka. Magik

- Illyana was used to being the one in control, her mastery of sorcery and combat making her a formidable force. So when you stepped in to protect her during a battle, she was equal parts shocked and infuriated. “What are you doing?” she demanded, her Soul Sword cutting through the enemy with ease. Once the fight was over, she turned to you, her blue eyes blazing. “I don’t need saving,” she snapped, though there was a flicker of something softer beneath her anger.

- After the fight, Illyana couldn’t stop thinking about your actions. She admired your bravery but hated the thought of you putting yourself in danger for her. One night, as the two of you sat together in Limbo, she finally brought it up. “You’re reckless,” she said bluntly, though her voice lacked its usual edge. “But… thank you.”

- Over time, Illyana began to see you in a new light. She admired your selflessness and found herself drawn to your unwavering determination. “You’re infuriating,” she said one day, a rare smile tugging at her lips. “But you’re also… amazing.”

- As your bond deepened, Illyana began letting her guard down around you, something she rarely did with anyone. One night, as the two of you trained together, she finally confessed her feelings. “I’ve spent so much time pushing people away,” she said quietly. “But with you… I don’t want to do that anymore.”

- From that moment on, Illyana became fiercely protective of you, though she respected your strength and independence. “We’re a team,” she said one day, her hand resting on yours. “But if you ever scare me like that again, I’ll teleport you to Limbo and leave you there. Deal?”

Warren Worthington III aka. Angel

- Warren was accustomed to being the protector, his towering wings and privileged upbringing giving him a sense of responsibility for those around him. So when you threw yourself between him and an attacker during a skirmish, using your own body as a shield, Warren was utterly stunned. After quickly dispatching the threat with a powerful swoop of his wings, he turned to you, his blue eyes wide with worry. “What were you thinking?” he demanded, his voice tinged with both anger and disbelief.

- Later, as the two of you regrouped, Warren couldn’t shake the image of you risking yourself for him. “You don’t need to protect me,” he said, his voice soft but insistent. “That’s my job, not yours.” Despite his protests, there was a hint of admiration in his gaze that he couldn’t quite hide.

- Over the following weeks, Warren found himself drawn to your courage and selflessness. He began hovering around you during missions, his wings instinctively shielding you from danger. “If you’re going to keep pulling stunts like that,” he joked one day, “I’m going to need a bigger wingspan to cover us both.”

- It was during a quiet moment in the mansion gardens that Warren finally let his guard down. “You’re incredible, you know that?” he said, his voice tinged with a rare vulnerability. “I’ve spent so much of my life protecting others, but you… you make me feel like I don’t always have to.”

- When Warren confessed his feelings, it was as grand as you might expect from someone as extravagant as him. He took you flying, his arms secure around you as he soared through the sky. “You’re the only person who makes me feel free,” he admitted, his voice barely audible over the wind. From that day forward, Warren became your steadfast partner, his love for you as boundless as the sky itself.

Kitty Pryde aka. Shadowcat

- Kitty had always been fiercely independent, her ability to phase through danger making her a natural at taking care of herself. So when you stepped in to protect her during a mission, shielding her from a blast, she was floored. “You could’ve been hurt!” she exclaimed, her brown eyes wide with worry as she checked you for injuries. “You didn’t have to do that for me.”

- After the mission, Kitty couldn’t stop thinking about your actions. She admired your bravery but was also frustrated that you’d put yourself in harm’s way for her. “You’re not invincible, you know,” she said later, her tone a mix of concern and affection. “Next time, maybe let me handle it?”

- Despite her initial protests, Kitty couldn’t deny the growing admiration she felt for you. She started seeking you out more often, whether it was to partner up during training sessions or just to share a late-night snack in the kitchen. “You’re pretty amazing,” she admitted one evening, her cheeks tinged pink.

- It wasn’t long before Kitty’s feelings for you became impossible to ignore. One night, as the two of you worked on a mission briefing together, she hesitated before speaking. “I’ve been thinking,” she began, her voice unusually hesitant. “You’re always looking out for me, but maybe… I want to look out for you, too.”

- From that moment on, Kitty became your fiercest supporter and most loyal partner. “We make a good team,” she said one day with a grin, slipping her hand into yours. “But let’s try not to scare each other so much, okay?”

Alex Summers aka. Havok

- Alex had always been a bit reckless, his raw power often making him the first to charge into battle. So when you stepped in to protect him during a fight, absorbing an attack meant for him, Alex was furious—but not at you. “What the hell were you thinking?” he shouted as he unleashed a blast of energy at the enemy, his worry evident even in his anger.

- After the fight, Alex cornered you, his blue eyes blazing. “Don’t ever do that again,” he said, his voice shaking. “I can handle myself, but you… you mean too much to me to lose.” His words caught both of you off guard, and he quickly turned away, running a hand through his hair.

- Over the next few days, Alex couldn’t stop replaying the moment in his head. He admired your bravery but hated the thought of you putting yourself in danger for him. One evening, as the two of you sat by the firepit at the mansion, he finally broke the silence. “You’re incredible,” he admitted, his voice low. “But you’ve got to let me protect you, too.”

- It was during a quiet mission debrief that Alex finally let his feelings show. “I’ve been through a lot,” he said, his voice unusually serious. “But you… you make me want to be better. To be someone worth protecting.”

- From that moment on, Alex became your fiercest protector and most devoted partner. “We’re in this together,” he said one day, his hand resting on your shoulder. “But if you ever scare me like that again, I’ll blast whoever put you in danger halfway across the world.”

Jubilation Lee aka. Jubilee

- Jubilee was the first to crack a joke in any situation, her bright personality and pyrotechnic powers lighting up even the darkest days. So when you jumped in front of her during a fight, shielding her from an incoming attack, she was completely floored. “Are you crazy?” she yelled, unleashing a barrage of fireworks at the enemy. “I had that under control!”

- Back at the mansion, Jubilee couldn’t stop thinking about what you’d done. “You’re a total dork, you know that?” she said later, her tone teasing but her eyes serious. “But… thanks. I guess.”

- Over the next few days, Jubilee found herself watching you more closely, her usual carefree attitude giving way to something deeper. “You’re pretty cool for someone who doesn’t have explosive powers,” she said one day with a grin, though the compliment was genuine.

- It wasn’t long before Jubilee’s feelings for you became impossible to ignore. One night, as the two of you sat on the roof of the mansion watching the stars, she turned to you, her usual bravado gone. “You’re always looking out for me,” she said quietly. “But maybe… I want to look out for you, too.”

- From that moment on, Jubilee became your biggest cheerleader and most loyal partner. “You’re stuck with me now,” she said with a playful smirk, her hand slipping into yours. “So don’t even think about doing anything dumb without me around.”

Betsy Braddock aka. Psylocke

- Betsy wasn’t one to let her guard down, her telepathic and telekinetic abilities making her keenly aware of every threat around her. Yet during a heated battle, you stepped in to shield her from an unexpected attack, catching her completely off guard. After dispatching the enemy with a razor-sharp psychic blade, she turned to you, her usually composed face filled with shock. “Why would you do that?” she asked, her voice tight with a mix of anger and concern.

- Betsy couldn’t hide her frustration when she confronted you later. “I don’t need protection,” she said firmly, though her tone softened as she added, “especially not from you.” She couldn’t quite understand why your actions had shaken her so much. You were brave—recklessly so—and it unsettled her to think of you putting yourself in danger for her.

- Over time, Betsy began to notice how deeply she cared for you. She found herself scanning your mind during missions, not to intrude, but to ensure you were safe. “You’re insufferably selfless, you know that?” she muttered one evening, her eyes narrowing even as a faint smile played on her lips.

- During a quiet moment in the training room, Betsy finally let her walls down. “You make me feel… vulnerable,” she admitted, her violet eyes meeting yours. “And that terrifies me. But it’s also why I can’t imagine losing you.”

- From then on, Betsy became fiercely protective of you, though she’d never admit it outright. “We’re a team,” she said one night, her psychic blade flickering in her hand. “But if you ever try to shield me again, you’d better be ready for me to return the favor—tenfold.”

Roberto da Costa aka. Sunspot

- Roberto was confident, charming, and powerful, used to being in the thick of battle with his solar-fueled abilities. But when you stepped between him and an energy blast, your quick reflexes saving him from harm, he was left momentarily speechless. “Are you serious?” he exclaimed, his usual smirk replaced by genuine worry. “You could’ve been hurt!”

- Later, as the adrenaline wore off, Roberto couldn’t stop pacing. “I’m supposed to be the one protecting you, not the other way around,” he said, his tone uncharacteristically serious. He wasn’t used to being the one on the receiving end of such selflessness, and it shook him more than he cared to admit.

- Over the next few days, Roberto’s usual bravado gave way to something more genuine. He started hovering around you during missions, his energy crackling protectively whenever danger arose. “You’re making me crazy, you know that?” he teased one evening, though the concern in his voice was real.

- One night, under the glow of a flickering campfire during a mission, Roberto finally confessed his feelings. “You’re the bravest person I’ve ever met,” he said, his dark eyes softening. “But you don’t have to do it alone. Let me take some of that weight for you.”

- From that moment on, Roberto became your most devoted partner, his love for you shining as brightly as his powers. “You’re my light,” he said with a grin, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “And I’ll fight like hell to make sure nothing dims that.”

Lorna Dane aka. Polaris

- Lorna was a powerhouse, her mastery over magnetism giving her a sense of control in even the most chaotic situations. But during a particularly intense battle, when you used yourself as a shield to protect her, she was caught completely off guard. “Are you out of your mind?” she shouted as she sent a metal barrier flying to neutralize the threat. “What were you thinking?”

- Back at the mansion, Lorna couldn’t stop replaying the moment in her mind. “You don’t need to prove anything to me,” she said later, her green eyes filled with worry. “I already know how amazing you are. Just… don’t scare me like that again.”

- Despite her initial frustration, Lorna found herself thinking more about your bravery. She started watching you more closely, her concern for your well-being growing into something deeper. “You’re impossible,” she muttered one day, though the faint smile on her lips betrayed her affection.

- It wasn’t until a late-night conversation in the mansion’s workshop that Lorna finally opened up. “I’ve spent so much of my life trying to protect the people I care about,” she said, her voice soft. “But with you… it’s different. You make me feel like I don’t always have to be the strong one.”

- From that moment on, Lorna became fiercely protective of you, her magnetic fields often wrapping around you like an invisible shield. “We’re in this together,” she said one day, her hand brushing against yours. “But next time, let me take the hits, okay? You’re way too important to me.”

Neena Thurman aka. Domino

- Domino’s luck powers meant she was used to being the one who defied danger, her natural confidence making her a force to be reckoned with. So when you leapt in to protect her during a mission, taking a hit that had been aimed at her, she was furious. “Are you trying to get yourself killed?” she demanded, her sharp gaze locking onto yours as she dispatched the remaining enemies with deadly precision.

- After the fight, Neena pulled you aside, her usual cool demeanor giving way to frustration. “I don’t need a hero,” she said, her tone biting but her eyes betraying a flicker of concern. “That’s my job.” Despite her protests, she couldn’t shake the feeling of gratitude mixed with worry that had settled in her chest.

- Over the next few days, Neena’s behavior toward you began to change. She started sticking closer during missions, her sharp eyes always scanning for threats in your direction. “You’ve got a death wish, don’t you?” she joked one day, though the protectiveness in her tone was undeniable.

- One evening, as the two of you sat on the mansion’s rooftop, Neena finally let her guard down. “You drive me crazy, you know that?” she said, her voice softer than usual. “But I guess that’s why I can’t stop thinking about you.”

- From that moment on, Domino became your fiercest ally and most loyal partner. “We make a pretty good team,” she said with a grin, her hand brushing against yours. “Just try not to get yourself killed, okay? I’m not lucky enough to find someone like you twice.”

Alison Blaire aka. Dazzler

- You had always admired Alison’s fearless attitude and her ability to turn sound into light, dazzling enemies with her powers as well as her presence. During a particularly chaotic mission, you noticed an enemy targeting her while she was focusing on saving civilians. Without hesitation, you threw yourself into the fray, using every bit of your strength to shield her. When the dust settled, Alison stood there, her hands glowing faintly, her mouth slightly open in shock. “What the hell was that?” she asked, her voice cracking slightly. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

- Later, Alison found you nursing your injuries and sat beside you, arms crossed, a mixture of anger and gratitude on her face. “You’re brave,” she admitted, her tone softening. “But seriously, you don’t have to protect me. I’ve been doing this long enough to handle myself.” Yet despite her words, you caught her stealing glances at you when she thought you weren’t looking.

- Over the next few missions, Alison became more protective of you, even if she’d never admit it outright. “Stay close, okay?” she’d say casually, positioning herself between you and danger. Her light shows became brighter and more ferocious when you were in harm’s way, and she started to realize how much she cared about your safety.

- One night, after a show she put on for the team to lighten the mood, Alison finally opened up. “You’ve got this way of making me feel like I’m more than just a performer,” she said, her voice barely audible over the distant hum of her powers. “And that scares the hell out of me.”

- From that moment on, Alison’s vibrant personality softened when it came to you. She’d use her powers to create private light displays just for you, her dazzling performances carrying an unspoken promise. “I don’t need saving,” she said one night, her hand brushing yours. “But if you ever need it, I’ll blind the whole world for you.”

Kevin Sydney aka. Morph

- Morph had always been the team’s class clown, using his shapeshifting abilities to lighten the mood in even the darkest moments. So when you threw yourself in front of him during a fight, taking a blow meant for him, he was completely unprepared for the surge of emotions that followed. “Whoa, whoa, whoa!” he exclaimed, pulling you back to safety. “What are you doing? I’m the comic relief—I’m supposed to be the one pulling stupid stunts!”

- Back at the mansion, Kevin couldn’t stop hovering around you, cracking jokes to hide his worry. “I get it—you wanted to impress me,” he said with a wink. “But next time, try not to, you know, almost die?” Despite his lighthearted tone, his eyes gave away just how shaken he was by the incident.

- Over the next few days, Morph’s usual antics became more focused on you. He’d shapeshift into ridiculous versions of himself to make you laugh or shift into your likeness to mimic your heroics. “See? I can be the noble protector too,” he teased, though his protectiveness became more genuine as his feelings for you deepened.

- One evening, during a rare quiet moment, Kevin finally dropped his playful facade. “I joke around a lot,” he admitted, his voice unusually serious. “But you? You make me want to be better—someone worth protecting, not just entertaining.”

- From then on, Morph’s shapeshifting abilities became a tool for both laughter and love. He’d transform into a shield or armor to keep you safe during missions, always with a quip on his lips. “I’ve got your back,” he’d say with a grin. “Literally. And I always will.”

David Haller aka. Legion

- Being with David meant navigating his fractured mind and the chaos that came with his immense powers. During a mission gone wrong, you saw one of his personalities struggling to take control, leaving him vulnerable. Without a second thought, you stepped in, shielding him from an incoming attack. When he came to, David’s mismatched eyes were wide with disbelief. “Why would you do that?” he asked, his voice trembling. “Do you have any idea how dangerous I am?”

- David tried to distance himself from you after that, convinced he was too unstable to deserve your protection. “You can’t keep doing that,” he said, his voice raw with emotion. “I can’t… I can’t be responsible for you getting hurt.” But no matter how hard he tried to push you away, you refused to leave his side, determined to show him that he was worth protecting.

- Over time, David began to let you in, trusting you in ways he hadn’t trusted anyone before. You became his anchor, your presence helping him regain control when his personalities threatened to overwhelm him. “You’re not scared of me,” he said one day, his voice filled with wonder. “How is that even possible?”

- One night, as you sat together in the quiet of the mansion’s garden, David finally let his walls crumble. “You’re the first person who’s ever made me feel… whole,” he admitted, his hand shaking as it reached for yours. “I don’t know how you do it, but I don’t want to lose it.”

- From then on, David’s love for you became a stabilizing force in his life. He used his powers with newfound confidence, always keeping you in his mind as a source of strength. “You saved me,” he said one day, his voice steady for the first time in a long while. “And I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you never have to save me again.”

- Bishop was always the soldier, the protector, his rigid sense of duty driving him to shield others from harm. So when you stepped in to protect him during a mission, intercepting an attack that would have taken him down, he was furious. “What the hell were you thinking?” he demanded, his usually calm demeanor replaced by uncharacteristic anger. “I don’t need saving!”

Lucas Bishop aka. Bishop

- Later, Bishop found himself unable to stop thinking about your actions. He sought you out, his stern expression softening as he spoke. “You’re brave,” he admitted reluctantly. “But that doesn’t mean you have to put yourself in harm’s way for me.” Despite his words, he couldn’t deny the respect and admiration growing in his chest.

- Over time, Bishop started watching you more closely during missions, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive whenever you were in danger. “Stay close to me,” he’d say, his voice gruff but filled with an undercurrent of concern. It was clear that your courage had left an indelible mark on him.

- One evening, as the two of you sat together cleaning your gear, Bishop finally let his guard down. “I’ve always been the one protecting others,” he said, his voice low. “But you… you make me realize it’s okay to rely on someone else. And that scares me.”

- From that moment on, Bishop’s love for you became a quiet but unyielding presence. He fought harder, trained harder, always keeping your safety at the forefront of his mind. “You’re my partner,” he said one day, his hand resting on your shoulder. “And I’ll protect you with everything I’ve got. But don’t you dare risk yourself like that again.”

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Merry and Bright

Day 9 of 12 Days of Ficmas

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!reader (The Rookie)

Summary: You invite Tim over on Christmas Eve, but he says he's working. A Christmas miracle occurs and Tim knocks on your door, presents in tow.

Word Count: 1.4k+ words

Warnings: so much fluff. How the Grinch Stole Christmas references. Tim is probably OOC. I made up some stuff about Tim and his sister.

A/N: I haven't written for Tim Bradford yet, so please feel free to leave feedback and let me know what you think! I'd like to keep writing for him and try to capture his amazing character better so please feel free to send requests if you have any!

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Since you inserted yourself into Tim’s life, barging your way in with a basket of goodies after moving in next door, he has quickly become one of your best friends. If he’s undeniably handsome and one of the most caring men you’ve ever met despite his grumpy exterior, so what? You asked yourself that the first time you invited him over for dinner, but now it’s a weekly occurrence, and it is your week to cook.

Your favorite one-pan dish is in the oven, and the game is queued on your television, but all that’s missing is Tim Bradford. As you decorated for Christmas this year, you thought about him and how his sister isn’t coming to LA for the holidays, leaving him alone. You’ve since decided to do something about that.

“Anyone home?” Tim asks as he opens your door. “Because I know I’ve told you more times than I can count to lock your door.”

You look around the corner and smile at him as you argue, “My neighbor’s a cop, it’ll be fine.”

“Sergeant, not a cop.”

“My apologies, Sergeant Bradford.”

He smiles at you, less rare than it used to be, but a moment you take the time to appreciate, never knowing when he will grace you with another one.

“So, I know your sister isn’t visiting,” you begin, “and I was wondering if you’d be interested in spending Christmas here?”

Tim glances at your Christmas tree before answering. “I would love to, and I can’t thank you enough for thinking of me and offering, but I’m working Christmas Eve.”

“Okay,” you say, nodding as you smile. “I just wanted to extend the invitation.”

You turn around to remove dinner from the oven, and Tim places a hand on your arm, stopping you.

“Thank you,” he repeats quietly and bordering on reverent. “I really appreciate it.”

“Of course. You’re always welcome here.”

“I’m sorry. I would come if I could.”

“Tim, it’s fine. I’ll just have to give you your giant stack of gifts later,” you tease.

Tim nods, removing his hand from your arm and watching you turn away, his heart trying to decide whether it wants to shrink or grow.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Bradford, are you good?” Wade asks as he leaves the station.

“Fantastic,” he mumbles. Wade looks at him, unconvinced, and he sighs before saying, “I just wish I could be somewhere else. I’m glad I could help out the officers with families, with kids, and give them the night off, but…”

“You’re regretting it?” Wade finishes.

“Not exactly.”

“Well, if you want to come over when you get off, we’ll leave the lights on,” Wade offers.

“Thanks,” Tim says. He doesn’t add: I’ve got somewhere else I’d rather be.

Someone walks up behind Tim and places a Santa hat on his head.

“Cheer up, Grinchy,” Angela calls, walking out of the station. “Merry Christmas, Tim!”

“Yeah,” Tim says, more to himself than her.

“Dude, we need to find you a K9 named Max, finish off the Grinch look,” Aaron teases, sitting next to Tim as his shift begins. He’s working tonight for the same reason Tim is: to let the officers with families spend Christmas with their loved ones.

“Oh, should we get him a little heart pin, too, and try to make it grow?” Nolan chimes in.

“Sorry, Bradford, but you’re just so… Grinchy,” Aaron says.

Tim laughs, shaking his head as the Santa hat shifts with his movement. Nolan and Aaron look at each other in horror and amusement at the fact that Tim Bradford, who is wearing a Santa hat, just laughed. Tim, however, is only thinking of you and how you’d absolutely agree with them. Although, if you were here, or if he was with you, he wouldn’t be quite so Grinchy.

“Merry Christmas, LAPD!” Officer Jan announces, entering the station in a full Santa costume. “I have come to relieve one lucky soul of Christmas Eve duty.”

“Bradford!” Aaron and Nolan yell. “He has somewhere to be.”

“How do you-?” Tim asks.

“It’s all over your face,” Aaron says as Nolan answers, “Go get her… whoever she is.”

Tim looks at Jan, who nods encouragingly. Tim jumps to his feet and runs to his locker. He’s heading home for Christmas, but he has one stop. As he changes before climbing in his truck, he makes a mental list of everything he needs. Merry Christmas to all, Tim thinks.

✯✯✯✯✯

You smile at the ending of the Christmas movie on your television, your thoughts drifting to Tim as you wonder what it would be like to have him here. As you try to focus on the movie again, someone knocks on your door.

When you open it, you don’t expect to see Tim in a Santa hat and holding several gift bags. Your eyes widen, and your smile returns as you let him in, closing the door behind him. He opens his mouth to say something, but you wrap your arms around his shoulders and hug him tightly before he gets the chance. His arms wrap around you, loosely at first, before tightening when a Christmas song begins playing through your speakers as the credits roll. 

“I brought gifts,” he says against your shoulder.

“You didn’t have to. I just wanted to see you,” you reply.

He squeezes you once more, and you slowly step back, pulling out of the hug and looking up into Tim’s eyes.

“You brought hot chocolate?” you ask, stealing a peek into one of the bags.

“It’s Christmas,” he answers, as if it’s obvious.

“Didn’t take you for the sentimental type.”

“I’m not always.”

You smile and gesture for him to follow you, leading him into the kitchen and pulling two Christmas-themed mugs from your cupboard.

“Thank you for coming,” you tell him.

“Thanks for inviting me.”

✯✯✯✯✯

After making the hot chocolate, you return to the couch and turn on A Charlie Brown Christmas as you resist leaning into Tim’s side.

“This is one of my favorites,” he says quietly, “my sister and I watched it every time it was on cable growing up.”

“It’s a classic,” you agree.

“We would watch it, drink hot cocoa or cider, whatever was in the kitchen, and exchange one gift on Christmas Eve,” Tim adds.

“Do you want to open a gift?” you ask, facing him. “There’s only a few hours until Christmas anyway.”

Tim thinks for a moment and then smiles at you. “Just one.”

You stand, retrieving a small box from under the tree while he pulls a gift from one of the bags. When you sit back down, you sit a little closer than before. He opens his present first, smiling and leaning in to hug you as he thanks you. When you open yours, you see a gift you’ve wanted for years but no one ever remembered. You start to thank him, but something happens along the way, and instead, your lips land on his. His hand raises to your arm as he reciprocates, but you realise your mistake (was it really a mistake? you ask yourself) and pull back.

“I’m sorry,” you say.

His hand slides up your arm to rest at the back of your neck. You see a new smile as he pulls you back in. Pressing your hand against his chest, you stop yourself.

“Are you sure?” you whisper.

“Have you ever seen me so merry and bright?” he asks, his smile the widest you’ve ever seen.

You pick up the pompom at the end of his Santa hat and chuckle. “You are pretty cuddly,” you reply, noticing his other arm has wrapped around your waist. 

He rolls his eyes, still smiling as he kisses you again. You shift backward, your hand landing on the remote and resuming the movie. Tim laughs as he pulls back, pulling you against him.

“How’d you get off work?” you ask.

“Jan came in and offered to cover for one of us, and I was volunteered because I was being too ‘Grinchy.’”

You gasp in faux surprise. “Tim Bradford? You? Grinchy? I can’t imagine it.”

He smiles, and you lean in to kiss him again, your new favorite pastime.

“Thank you for coming. This is the best Christmas ever,” you say against his lips.

“Until next year?” Tim asks.

“What happens next year?”

“We’ll see.”

“And for now we’re merry and bright?” you respond.

“The merriest and the brightest,” Tim jokes, pulling you against his side as Charlie Brown appears on screen.

Merry and Bright, indeed.

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The Hunger Games Parallels and What They Could Mean for Stranger Things 5

If you've never watched The Hunger Games, think of it like this:

Will = Peeta

El = Gale

Mike = Katniss

Why:

Katniss meets Gale in the woods at 12. Peeta met Katniss first (they weren't close but we ignore that for this).

Then there’s Peeta’s line: "Your family needs you" ("so El needs you Mike) and the scene includes a gift Peeta is giving Katniss talking abt Gale. (there were three pictures, gale's was the one in the center, between her mom and sister)

People also thought Gale was Katniss’s cousin ("she's my cousin").

Gale also asks Katniss "Do you love me" ("you don't love me anymore?") and Katniss said "You know how I feel about you" which reminds me a lot of "you know what I think of you."

But things get even more interesting if you bring in Snow as Vecna.

Peeta’s Capture → Will’s Fate?

In Mockingjay, Peeta is taken by the Capitol (aka Snow), and Gale—along with others—goes on a mission to rescue him. Meanwhile, Katniss is trying to reach and talk to Snow. Desperate, she pleads:

"Please, release Peeta and take me instead." (this is such a mike thing to say btw)

Snow refuses. He taunts her instead.

Katniss realizes too late—it was a trap. "It's a trap. We have to get a hold of them." "It's a trap! I need to warn them. It's a trap!" (mike in s2 + star wars parallel i think)

She says "Did I lose them both tonight?" and it is heartbreaking y'all. I def see us getting something similar. She hugs Haymitch, and I'd see Haymitch being Eddie, but since Eddie is... not here, I'd think idk. Nanyc, Karen, Hopper, anyone from the party? Idk y'all and this is not the focus but i spent too much time here and I think hopper

Like: "Am I losing both of them? I can't— I can’t lose them again." or "I can’t—I already lost them once, I already did this once I can't"

This is actually the quote that got me writing this

NOW, something else: Peeta was hijacked. In this theory: Hijacking → Vecna’s Influence

In THG, hijacking

"Induced terrifying hallucinations, altering the memory and introducing fear and doubt into the victim’s mind."

Which sounds a lot like what Vecna did to Max in the Snow Ball memory. This fits a lot the Venkman foreshadowing too.

And: Peeta, under Snow’s control, attacks Katniss—specifically grabbing her throat. Now, if you remember, there was a rumor that Will was going to choke Mike in Season 5.

And, in Mockingjay, Gale watches her kiss Peeta and says:

"She never kissed me like that."

Maybe we will get something similar in Stranger Things? Maybe a version of:

"He never looked at me like that." or idk

Of course, we can (and will) ignore the bad parts of Gale’s arc (ahem, Prim). But the core dynamic? The love triangle, the rescue mission, the betrayal, and the emotional fallout (and for multiple seasons now!!)? Yesss I'm here for it

pls let me know what u think!!!!! what u agree and disagree with + stuff I got wrong or forgot! and whatever you'd like to add <3

[fuck-you-upmusicbracket]

Wait For Me (Hadestown)

I hear the walls repeating/The falling of my feet and/It sounds like drumming/And I am not alone/I hear the rocks and stones/Echoing my song/I'm coming!

"There's hope and longing and need, there's fear and pain and anger. I can't really articulate how this works so well but it really sells Orpheus's journey down in a single song. Also if you've seen an IRL production of hadestown the light work is just amazing."

No Children (The Mountain Goats)

I hope that our few remaining friends/Give up on trying to save us/I hope we come up with a fail-safe plot/To piss off the dumb few that forgave us/I hope the fences we mended/Fall down beneath their own weight/And I hope we hang on past the last exit/I hope it’s already too late

I hope it stays dark forever/I hope the worst isn't over....And I'd hope that if I found the strength to walk out/You'd stay the hell out of my way

I am drowning/There is no sign of land/You are coming down with me/Hand in unlovable hand

And I hope you die/I hope we both die

"The song of all time. It's the soundtrack for countless bad vibes ships (affectionate). The phrase 'hand in unlovable hand' has immutably altered the brain chemistry of thousands with its underlying sentiment and launched a hundred accompanying memes. 'I hope you die, I hope we both die' crams such incredible rawness and depth of feeling into all of nine words. It also makes for a great singalong."

"I need to leave. I need to LEAVE. I need to get out of this situation and I'd hope that if i found the strength to walk out, you'd stay the hell out of my way. I need to leave. Please. Let me out. HAND IN UN FUCKING LOVABLE HAND"

"Just. Man. These two are so broken. They want to be in love. They aren't. They hate each other so much. They are the only ones who understand each other. They wish that they weren't so close but all they can taste is ash when they think of leaving each other. Just, mutually assured destruction tastes so sweet when you can taste the blood on their tongue."

"It's No Children."

"goddd man this song is about being an irredeemable freak with another irredeemable freak and i think that's beautiful. there's something so fuck you up ish about the person you hate and despise the most in the world also being the only other person who is like you, who gets you. im going down, but youre going down too. we can be terrible people together... even if i hate you... even if you're the fucking worst. because we don't have anyone else. there's always a sort of comfort in knowing that there's someone out there who's as terrible as you are, and maybe you only hate them because you see yourself in them a little, too. anyway clay and bloberta from moral orel"

"The sheer emotion packed into the way it’s sung, the lyrics themselves, all of it just screams ‘clinging desperately to someone you hate because you don’t have anyone else and you burned those bridges yourself’ and I find that painfully relatable"

"It's a song about both virulent self-hatred and virulent hatred of someone else and yet you see yourself intertwined with that hated person forever."

Poll runner: Do I even have to add anything? This was the tournament's most submitted song.

No Children submitted by @leovaldezdefender + @diogenescynic2288 + many others

[gonzo-rella]

Headcanons: Being Married To Old Man Ray Stantz

MASTERLIST | AO3 | KO-FI

Relationship(s): old man!Ray Stantz x gn!also old!reader (romantic)

Warnings: Possibly inaccurate science words, because I'm a simpleton. (Let me know if I need to add any)

(A/N: Here's my first Ghostbusters thing! I've got a few other Ghostbusters fics in the works, mostly Ray-based reader-inserts because I'm in love with him, but I've also got a Phoebe-centric character study in the works that's based on part of her storyline in Frozen Empire. By the way, I loved Frozen Empire! I've already seen it three times, and it's such a joy. I'll try to catch it a couple more times at least before it leaves cinemas. Anyway, I haven't included any explicit spoilers for Frozen Empire in this, so you're safe to read this if you haven't seen it yet. I'd love to write more old man Ray Stantz fics, especially something involving Phoebe. I'm really excited to write for Ghostbusters, so feel free to send in requests! I've only seen the movies, but I plan on watching the Real Ghostbusters at some point soon. Also, even though I took my mum to see Frozen Empire the other day, I still don't have anyone to talk to about this movie, so please feel free to talk to me about it!)

It’s evident that, even after all of these years, Ray is still madly in love with you.

The adoration with which he looks at you is clear as day.

Venkman has always loved to tease you both about how sickly sweet your relationship is.

He will make fake gagging when either of you are affectionate to one another when he’s around.

(He won’t admit it, but he actually finds your relationship to be kind of cute)

It’s not like either of you are overly lovey-dovey, especially now.

Ray’s naturally a very passionate and expressive guy, but he’s rarely mushy.

Still, you show one another how much you care.

I have this idea that your silent way of saying ‘I love you’ to each other is holding the other’s hand, stroking their knuckles with your thumb and smiling at them.

It just seems so cute to have this thing that you’ve been doing for your whole relationship.

Ray knows you like the back of his hand, and you know him just the same.

It’s almost scary how well you know one another.

I can imagine that there’s been a time that someone’s asked one of you a question, and the other has been able to answer it with ease.

I love the idea of Ray being with someone who’s not a scientific mind like himself.

So, if you’re not as knowledgeable about the supernatural as Ray, you’ll still have picked up on plenty of information against your will, and Ray will always be impressed with and proud of you when you manage to regurgitate or understand his ‘science-y word salad’ (as you have referred to it).

He will also find it very attractive when you talk supernatural or science to him, but he tries not to make it obvious.

His eyes still light up like he’s a kid on Christmas when he explains supernatural stuff to you or tells you about a new psychically charged item he’s bought, and you find it so endearing.

Also, I can imagine him practically forcing you to listen to Podcast’s podcast when he discovers it, and you both end up getting really into it.

As devoted as he still is to his work and his supernatural endeavours, spending time with you is his greatest priority.

He might miss being an active Ghostbuster, but the silver lining of it is that he gets more time with you than he ever used to.

Even if you both used to be Ghostbusters, it’s nice to spend time together that doesn’t involve being covered in ghost slime and shouting over nuclear accelerators.

If you’ve not got anything else to do, I think it’d be sweet if you kept him company in his store.

Phoebe and Trevor are your honorary grandkids and you and Ray are beyond proud of them, especially Phoebe, who you’re closest to of the two of them.

Phoebe will always remind the both of you of Egon, so whenever she does something particularly Egon-like, you will exchange a knowing glance, and when she’s gone you’ll end up reminiscing about your old friend.

If Phoebe or the other Spenglers ever want to hear about Egon, you’re both more than happy to talk to them about him.

Even in his golden years, Ray is still the same sweet, passionate, excitable man you married all those years ago.

Sure, the regular excitement that came with Ghostbusting is long behind you both, but you both cherish this quieter time together just as much.

[live-laugh-lenney]

I love your writing so much! I'd really love a george smut giving him head and getting praised, idk I feel like he'd be dom but also really caring?

christ, yes. [MATURE CONTENT]

george loves to dominate.

to him, there was something about telling her what to do, guiding her through something he needed from her touch, that made him feel thrilled. gently holding her head in place as she worked her magic on his cock, allowing her the chance to pull away whenever she wanted, feeling the warmth of her mouth as she salivated around his girth. watching her bob her head up and down as she dug her nails into the flesh of his thighs, her eyes watering, lips swelling and moist from the continuous motions.

yn loves to be praised.

hearing his low groans of satisfaction as well as his guttural grunts of pleasure, it made her feel happy knowing that she can make him feel good with just a swipe of her tongue or a slight jerk of her hand. pet-names rolling off of his tongue, one after another, making her heart flutter and her belly tingle. gentle profanities are mixed with softly spoken praises and they only encourage her to carry on.

"that feels so good."

she can feel her knees aching from the hard floor of the living room and how she'd settled herself between his legs and she was starting to wish she agreed to moving things to the bedroom... except he was desperate for her and she wanted to please him as fast as possible. anything that took them too long could go forgotten about.

but she wasn't about to give up for some dull aches in her legs. not when she could taste him on her tongue as he got close, when she could hear the desperation to orgasm in his praises, when she could feel her own arousal beginning to form at just how she had him unfolding before her.

his fingers clasp around fistfuls of her hair, her fingernails form tiny crescents on his thighs, and she lets him control her in any way he wanted to. using her mouth however he pleased. anyway that he desired because it was his orgasm and she wanted him to feel plenty satisfied when he was done.

"look at me," he whispers, tilting her head back and looking deeply into her eyes, his cock sliding from between her lips with a string of saliva connecting the two of them together, her eyes watering as they met his darkening orbs. "you look so pretty," he adds, cupping the back of her head with his hands and using his thumbs to brush under her eyes, "so beautiful with my cock in your mouth."

"really?" she croaks back in response, lifting one hand from his thigh and wrapping it around the base of his length, and he nods softly before he winches at the gentle tug that she pulls, "i only want yours, george. only yours."

"you'll always have mine," he smiles softly down at her before he lets her head drop back down, watching as she enveloped the glistening tip of his cock back into her mouth, "looks good when i've got yours mouth wearing it, anyway. don't want anyone else."

and it's not long before he can feel the knot tighten in his stomach. his toes curling into the floor of the living room, hands falling from her head as his arms drop to his side, his head rolls back for a brief second before he looks back down at her after the sudden loss of her warm mouth disappeared from between his legs.

"m'so close, baby."

"cum for then," she whispers lowly, "right here."

she points to her face and he groans out heavily, replacing her touch with his own as he jerked himself to the end of his orgasm, their eyes locked with each others as he grew closer and closer. sloppy sounds mixed with his own moans filling the silence of the living room and it wasn't long before she was painted with the arousal that spurts from the tip. warm on her skin, dribbling down her chin, glistening under the gentle light of the room.

"thank you," he leans over and presses a kiss to her forehead and all she can muster up is a tired smile, "come on, lets get you cleaned up."

"but-"

"the rest can wait for just a second," he insists, helping her stand to her feet before he stood up on his own two feet, pulling up his boxers and following her towards the bedroom, "it's your turn next. i've been craving the taste of you all day." xx

[peacheeeliz]

019. "sohee!" we all say in unison (wc: 1k)

“Heyyyy Yuyu,” you draw out, leaning back in your chair with a bright smile. You brought your knees up to your chest, wrapping yourself up in a thin blanket. Aside from the shuffling you could hear coming from Yuyu's mic and the soft music you were playing, your apartment was quiet. Sungchan was still out with his friends, filming his next YouTube video, leaving you alone and bored in your shared apartment.

“Heyy,” he responds, a soft laugh leaving his lips. “I saw everyone's posts. I'm guessing you're feeling a little bored?”

“Ah, you can read me so well,” you say, sighing. “I was going to just sit back and watch some drama, but then I remembered I had a lovely friend who I could talk to.”

“Flattered that you thought of me,” he begins, cheeks heating up just slightly. “Disappointed that I was second to dramas.”

“No one can beat Song Kang, sorry,” you tell him, shrugging.

“Or Yunho?” He adds, prepared to blush even more at your response.

“Oh my God, not even Song Kang can beat him,” you gush, giggling. “So, all in all, you probably fall into… third place?”

He has to stop himself from laughing again, “ouch. Third place, really? You wound me, Y/Nie.”

“Don't worry, you're the first in my heart of guys I've actually talked to,” you tease, despite the fact that your heart skipped a beat at the nickname.

The blush spreads to his ears, and he resorts to hiding in his hands. “You wouldn't leave me the moment you met Yunho?” He questions, testing the waters.

“Depends on how quickly he can pass the NDA,” you joke, hearing the man choke on his laugh. “Kidding, kidding. Of course, I wouldn't leave you, or anyone else, for that fine specimen of a man.”

He's able to calm down from his coughing fit, brought back by the sound of your own light laughter. “You should go to one of their performances, then,” he starts. “Maybe he'll see you in the crowd and just fall head over heels for you.”

“Yeah, I wish,” You scoff, shaking your head. “I even flew to LA to see those guys at Coachella, and still, nothing. Thanks for fuelling my delusions, though. You're a real one for that.”

“Wait, you flew all the way over there to see them?” He questions, surprised this is the first he's hearing about all of this. He earns a quiet ‘mmhmm,’ in response, allowing him to continue. “That's crazy that you'd fly all that way just to see them.”

“Well, it was a good excuse to get everyone together and to see all those artists,” you explain, smiling fondly at the memories of you and your three friends traveling to the States. “I did it for their Summer Sonic performance too. That was just before we met, I think? Yeonjun, Sungchan and I flew up and met Giselle for the festival.”

“You must be a super ATINY or something,” he comments, almost hearing the bright smile playing on your lips as you respond.

“Something like that, yeah,” you let out, cheeks reddening at the realization of the topic. “Enough about me and my obsession, please talk about something else.”

He finds your pleading endearing, “it's alright. I think it's cute,” he tells you. “But, if that's what you want, then of course,” he pauses, thinking of another topic. He goes quiet for a bit, before continuing. “You talk to a lot of streamers, right?”

“I mean, kind of, yeah?” You answer, pulling forward to rest your chin in your hand. “I talk to you and the other guys the most, but I still interact with a lot of other streamers. Why?”

“What if one of them were to be, I don't know,” he pauses again, taking in a deep breath. “A celebrity?”

“A celebrity?”

“Yeah, like not streamer celebrity, because that'd technically be all the streamers you talk to,” he continues. “I mean like, idol celebrity.”

You take a moment to respond, really thinking your answer through. “I guess I'd be excited, yeah,” you tell him, letting out an awkward laugh. “I don't know, really, that's such an odd question to ask.”

“You wouldn't be mad at them or anything?” He asks, eyes shaking as his questions continue. “Like if their identity as a streamer was a secret but you found out? Or something like that…”

“Of course not, no,” you answer truthfully. “Their identity was obviously a secret for a reason, and if anything, I should be honored that they'd share their identity with me. It means they trust me enough.”

Yuyu stays silent as he takes your answer in, a small smile playing on his lips. He takes another deep breath, not too sure what to say next.

“Is there something you need to tell me?” You tease, wondering why he would bring all this up in the first place.

Before he can say anything else, Sungchan bursts through your bedroom door. “We’re home!”

You jump right out of your blanket cocoon, and you can hear the shuffle of Yuyu jumping out of his chair through your speakers. “Jesus Christ, Sungchan,” you pant, your hand covering your beating heart. “A little warning next time.”

“Sorry, Y/Nie,” he smiles softly at you. Sohee joins him in the door, sending a bright smile your way. “Sohee's here.”

“Hi Y/N,” the shorter boy says, waving quickly at you.

“Hi Sohee,” you return, your eyes softening at the boy's smile. “How ‘bout you two start dinner? I'll join you guys in a bit, okay?”

The two boys nod and leave you be, but you can still hear their bickering as they make their way to the kitchen. You let out a sigh, turning yourself back around to your computer.

“Sorry about them, Sungchan brought a friend over,” you tell Yuyu, shaking your head. “As much as I love them, they sure have a lot of energy.”

He lets out a light laugh, “you should go and join them. I'm sure the boys here are going to want some dinner soon, as well.”

“Oh, uh, sure yeah,” you say. “I guess I'll talk to you tomorrow then?”

He smiles softly, “Yeah, I'll talk to you tomorrow. Have fun with the boys.”

“You as well,” you tell him, and the call goes dead.

Yunho leans back in his chair, his smile faltering as he stares up at the ceiling. “Fuck.”

synopsis ⤏ you're trying to peacefully build your starter house on the empires server when your neighbor so rudely (accidentally) kills you, starting the biggest war on the server just one day in.

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when you wear baggy clothing — kyojuro, sanemi, muichiro

Author’s Note: friendly reminder to be kind toward yourself. 💓 Easier said than done, ofc, but you deserve it❣️

when you wear baggy clothing — kyojuro, sanemi, muichiro

Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tokito Muichiro x Reader

Word Count: ~1,000

CW: implied body insecurity, mild sexual content

Emergency Request Fulfilled: Hey, so I'd like to ask for a Emergency Request of Sanemi, Rengoku and Muichiro (if you want you can add anyone else) with an S/o that is very Insecure of their thighs and always wear baggy things on their legs no matter how hot it is because they just don't like them.

~faqs, image~

“Would you like to change?” Kyojuro asks, “It is quite hot out today!”

“Is there something wrong with my outfit?” you raise an eyebrow, quickly backtracking as alarm races across his expression, “I’m just teasing!” shaking your head with a fond smile, “I know what you meant.”

“I am relieved!” he exhales loudly, almost pouting as he watches you put on your shoes, “I would never ask you to change like that.”

Chuckling patiently, you pucker your lips, giggling as he squats down to kiss you, “I know, Kyo. I love you.”

“Let me,” he hums contently, gently nudging your hands aside to finish tying your laces, “Your outfit is wonderful, by the way.”

“As is yours,” you wink.

“I really am fine with waiting,” he tries again, “If you feel like changing,” standing up with a soft grunt, “Your comfort is my priority.”

“I’m comfortable,” you answer simply, “Thank you though.”

“If something else is on your mind,” he says abruptly, hesitant to approach the aching suspicion in his chest, “Then,” sighing as he mentally shelves the subject for later, “Then please remember that I care about you.”

“How could I forget?” you murmur, linking your pinky with his, using him as a counterweight to stand up beside him, “I’ll be alright.”

And though Kyojuro ultimately believes you, he still finds himself silently promising to love you better — to press your perfections into your skin, fingertips warm and trembling, until even you can no longer doubt their truth.

“You’re going out in that?” Sanemi scoffs.

“Piss off,” you snort, smacking his bicep, “I like this dress.”

“Aren’t you afraid of tripping on the hem?” he smirks, “You might need taller shoes.”

“My shoes are just fine.”

“And if you trip?” he drawls.

Blinking pointedly at him, you shrug, “You’ll catch me.”

“But watching you fall on your face would be much funnier,” he promptly quips.

“Are we done talking about my outfit?” you scowl, “We’re missing all the sunshine bickering in here.”

“So let’s bicker outside,” he winks, “Maybe I’ll toss in a compliment once I’m warm enough.”

“Oh yes, because you’re a plant who becomes much more agreeable after soaking in X amount of sunlight.”

“Your legs aren’t gonna tan,” he quips, opening the front door for you.

Eyes rolling, you pat his chest in thanks as you walk past him, exhaling softly as summer air caresses your face, “Sanemi, the last thing I’m worried about is tanning my legs.”

“And the first thing?”

“None of your business,” you retort without thinking, delayed panic setting in as you realize There’s no way he’s letting that slide.

“My love.”

You nearly wince at his lowered, serious tone, refusing to turn around, almost certain he’s glaring thoughtfully—or worse, staring softly—at you.

“What are you worried about?”

“This doesn’t feel like bickering,” you mutter weakly.

“You can always wear sunscreen,” he says slowly, “No need to resort to tripping hazards.”

Relief floods your lungs at the delicate humor in his voice, dress twirling gently as you carefully meet his inquiring gaze.

“Maybe I want you to catch me.”

“I already warned you, watching you fall on your face would be much funnier,” arms crossing as his jaw tenses slightly, “Whenever you’re ready, I’m here to listen,” continuing smoothly before your panic can flare again, “For now, know that you look amazing,” cracking a wry smile, “And I’m grateful I get to enjoy your beautiful, untanned legs.”

“Would you actually let me trip and die?” you answer breathlessly, tears pricking the corners of your eyes at his intuition and patience.

Laughing roughly, he waves a nonchalant hand, “If it looked like you were gonna die, then of course I’d catch you,” raising a smug eyebrow, “But chances are you wouldn’t die, so who knows…”

Despite his teasing reply, the moment he offers you his elbow, a sarcastic yet attentive glint in his eyes, you know better  — Shinazugawa Sanemi will always catch you.

“Why are you wearing those?” you raise an eyebrow, gesturing at Muichiro’s grey sweatpants, “It’s like, a hundred degrees outside.”

“Because you are,” he shrugs, offering you a faint smile, “We’re cute when we’re matching.”

You poke his shoulder with a snort. He doesn’t budge.

“Y’know what’s not cute?”

“What?” he deadpans.

“Both of us melting into puddles.”

“So you’re allowed to be a puddle, and I’m not?” his head tilts.

“I don’t want to be a puddle,” you huff, arms crossing good naturedly, “But it’s better like this.”

Nodding slowly, his eyes narrow with confusion, “What’s better like this?”

“Never mind,” you sigh, reaching for his hand, nose scrunching happily as his fingers immediately intertwine with yours, “We’re gonna be late.”

“I’d like to resolve this first,” he replies, tone frustratingly smooth, “I don’t understand.”

“You don’t have to change,” you explain patiently, nudging him with your elbow, “After all, we are cute when we’re matching.”

“But I feel like you don’t want to wear sweatpants,” Muichiro retorts, stubborn as ever, “So why don’t we match in shorts instead?”

“Don’t like them,” you mutter quickly.

“You could wear mine? They’re longer, more baggy, more comfortable,” he assures you, brow furrowing, “Because I’m absolutely not putting on booty shorts.”

Giggling quietly, the tension between your shoulders lessens, his oblivious consideration easing your nerves, “We don’t have to match.”

“But I want to.”

“Fine!” you exclaim, eyes rolling playfully, “Let’s go change into shorts, your, shorts.”

“And for the record,” he murmurs, dutifully following you as you tug him toward the bedroom, “Just because I refuse to wear booty shorts doesn’t mean you can’t.”

“I know.”

“And I know we don’t have to match,” he pauses, affection warming the back of your head as he gazes fondly at you leading the way, “But I want you to know that I support you and your fashion choices, no matter what.”

He might be somewhat off the mark, but his sentiment calms the butterflies in your stomach nonetheless, voice soft as you respond carefully, “Thank you Muichiro. Me and my fashion choices appreciate you very much.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too. Now let’s put on some long, baggy, comfortable shorts!”

[dock57]

Fellow Monkey Wrench fan here! :D

So... I'm currently working on a post (planned to have some accompanying artwork) speculating/analysing the potential biology of some characters.

I am aware that a lot of questions are still unanswered and that there will be a lot of "knowledge gaps" (which I will address in that post), so think of this project as being part-educational, part-theory, and just a fun project in general (a couple of concepts/headcanons here and there).

Thought I'd share a couple of teasers (from how I plan to structure it to a couple of sneaky excerpts):

Shrike and cephalopods (I like cephalopods so I have a feeling I'll enjoy researching this one)

The scientific basis behind the colourful flames Ricket, Jawbone and the other skeleton aliens have (which I've mostly finished)

The biological implications of radiation for the Agari and Jawbone (from a theory I had where the Cataclysm involved some kind of radioactive material being leaked into space - halfway finished with that)

IRL species that share traits with Tyneen (I'm no reptile or dinosaur expert (and there may be some unexpected ideas here and there), but I'm curious to hear anyone else's own theories)

IRL species that share traits with Agent K (one or two of them may surprise you, but there is some method to my madness)

A lengthy ramble investigation to see if Beebs has more in common biologically with walruses or with humans (I'm already dreading this one because understanding human metabolism and body composition is already a confusing exercise, let alone those things for walruses)

Please let me know if you have any thoughts on this project so far!

[WOW. WOW IS WHAT I GOT TO SAY! Don't take that out of content, I am really AMAZED by the detail you went into this. Honestly you went into thoughts I would never really thought of. For starters, the flames of the Osteon kind, such how different color flames are different chemical combinations. That's such an interesting detail to paid attention to. Even the concept/idea as to how their biology works? I enjoy that! I myself am someone who likes to find answers or reasonings as to how things work for world building, species, and devices and such. I'll be honest, but I haven't thought too much how the Osteon species work. I think a lot for Shrike and Beebs, but that might because they are based on animals I can research and connect their traits too. As for skeletons? Its a bit hard for the connections between them and what is factual, besides relating it to human qualities, even though, they are not human (or terrans in this case). I enjoy seeing other fans thinking about their species more and how to connect to their real counterparts. The bullet points for the Agari is super interesting to read as well. I can see exactly where you got the idea of heterotrophic for one theory. As Us, in their design, you can see a skull of another being on their shoulder.

For your Agent K point, I am not sure what a Marine Flatworm is? I typed it in and got this:

This is referring to your bullet point for Agent K. When it comes to Agent K... I have no clue what he is supposed to be, a reference to, or even inspired by? I love Agent K however and his design. Back to the flatworm, I can see the idea for it for Agent K.

Because I mean, look at this man. Look how he moves...

He makes me think of a Ribbon Worm as well! However, not as cute or appealing looking compared to the Flatworm you have mentioned! (Ribbon Worms look like something that has come out of the human body- like an intestine...) As for Queen Tyneen, I don't think I have anything to add? She's definitely a dinosaur, and I would say the crest could be feathers as we know for a fact that dinosaurs had feathers! As for her colors? Not a clue! But they are very pretty together! Got to love our favorite Pirate Queen!

Also, not sure if you meant to add something for Beebs and points about his species being inspired by Walruses, but I don't have anything on my end speaking about him and his kind!

As for my own thoughts about this? I honestly don't have much! I am interested to see what these posts are that you plan to do for each theories and ideas you have for the species of the Monkey Wrench world! I do enjoy reading what you guys send me when it comes to your own thoughts and if I have anything to add myself. I think the information itself was just interesting to read! As a fan myself, I just love hearing others and their rambles they have for Monkey Wrench, as it by far my personal favorite when it comes to indie animation projects!]

[nekoannie-chan]

The Soldier and the Secretary

Title: The Soldier and the Secretary.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Bucky Barnes X Secretary!Reader.

Word count: 758 words.

Square: 1 “107th Infantry Regiment”.

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Bucky flirts with you.

Major Tags: Fluff, denial of feelings.

Additional tags: This is my entry for the @avengers-assemble-bingo Bucky Barnes Birthday Bingo. Card 4B015.

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Camp Lehigh, 1943

Piles of papers were piled on desks, typewriters clattered restlessly, and soldiers rushed in and out, some with papers in hand, others simply looking for directions or waiting for their official assignment.

You were one of the secretaries in charge of handling the paperwork for new recruits.

That day, the typewriter ink was still fresh on your fingers when you heard firm footsteps approaching your desk.

“Good morning, doll,” said a playful voice.

You looked up, and there he was: James Buchanan Barnes.

“Doll,” you replied with an arched eyebrow.

“Too soon? “He asked with a mischievous grin. What would you prefer me to call you? Lovely lady? Office queen?

“Miss Y/L/N is fine, thank you.”

Bucky let out a soft laugh and leaned nonchalantly on the edge of your desk, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What if I prefer something more affectionate?”

“What if I'd rather not waste my time with soldiers who think they can charm anyone with a couple of nice words?”

He feigned a gesture of surprise, holding a hand to his chest as if you had hurt his feelings and ego.

“Ouch. Here I come, a humble soldier seeking his destiny, and I'm greeted with a dagger in my heart.”

“Name? “You asked as you ignored the comment, preparing to take down his information.

“James Buchanan Barnes. But for you, Bucky.”

“For me, Barnes,” you corrected.

He let out a soft laugh and watched as you wrote his name in the records.

“Tell me you have good news for me,” he said, leaning over your desk a little.

“Let's see...” You ran your fingers across the pages until you found his assignment. Then, you gave him the information. “107th Infantry Regiment.”

“Oh, yes, the 107th,” he murmured with satisfaction. They say it's a good group. Although... If I don't like it, can I come back and ask for a reassignment with you?”

“Only if you come with an order signed by General Phillips himself.”

Bucky clicked his tongue and shook his head.

“You're giving me a hard time, doll.”

“That's life, soldier.”

With an exaggerated sigh, Bucky took the sheet with his assignment and walked away, but not before giving you one last look.

“We'll see each other soon, won't we?”

“Only if you survive the training,” you replied with feigned indifference.

“Is that a challenge?”

“Call it a warning.”

Bucky smiled sideways and gave you a wink before leaving.

Damn.

As much as you wanted to ignore it, you felt a small spark run through your body.

It wasn't the last time you saw Bucky Barnes.

Every chance he got, he'd stop by the store that doubled as his office with any ridiculous excuse.

“You know how hard it is to find a pencil in camp? I thought you could save me.”

“I lost my training schedule. Could you give me another one?”

“I hear you're the person to know what's for lunch today.”

Always with a flirtatious smile and a witty comment.

At first, you treated him with the same firm, professional attitude, but gradually you found yourself responding to his flirtations with equally witty retorts.

“Here again, Barnes? Don't you have anything better to do?”

“Oh, believe me, there are many things I could be doing, but none so interesting as talking to you.”

“Interesting or irritating?”

“Depends on the day.”

And that's when you realized you were starting to notice him, and it was a little scary.

One day, while you were organizing some papers, you felt someone approaching you.

“Barnes? “you asked without looking up.

“How did you know?”

“Because no one else in this camp smells of cheap aftershave and arrogance.”

Bucky let out a laugh and leaned over the desk.

“Tomorrow, we're going on a training mission out of camp.”

For the first time, you noticed that his tone was not playful but serious; you even seemed to notice that there was some fear. You looked up and found his eyes fixed on yours.

“Be careful,” you said before you could stop yourself.

“Is that concern for me?”

You rolled your eyes but didn't deny anything.

“Maybe a little.”

“Then I promise to come back in one piece. I can't leave you here with all these guys who don't have a shred of my charm.”

You couldn't help laughing.

“You're impossible, Barnes.”

He took your hand briefly and squeezed it gently before releasing it.

“See you soon, doll.”

And with that, he left.

“You better keep your promise,” you whispered.

[spencerreidsbookfairy]

i have no one to blame but you

YALLLLLLLLLLLLLLL this was so hard write im sorry if it sucks but another question.....concert scene??? just a thought

I'm at peace. I am. At. peace. 

So why do I wanna see him?

My fans loved the tracks and that makes me happy but i'm not actually happy i'm slightly content at most 

Nope. y/n go to bed 

Meanwhile at the bau…..

Garcia swears she could pass out after seeing y/n released 3 song tracks 

She the grabs her laptop and struts her pink glittery high heels across the bureau in a panic 

Derek sees her power walking to the empty round table he knew it was a calm day with no cases and in fact they were just about to leave and head home 

‘’Whoa baby girl slow down what with the rush to the round table is there an emergency case?’’

She immediately spills the beans no longer able to keep it in but she says it in a hushed whisper because spencer is right across from them by the coffee pot 

“ No! y/n  just uploaded music again after a month and i wouldnt be surprised if she wrote nasty lyrics  about boy genius!!!!’’

Derek is taken aback

“Relax penelope i'll go listen with you im sure its nothing”

Garica nods 

As theyre both going to y/ns page to see for themselves incomes jj and emily

Garcia sighs and says ‘’ good, sit down both of you”

Garica explains the situation all over again 

They finally begin listening to the first track  snow angel

I met a boy

He broke my heart

I blame him 'cause

It's easier

They finish snow angel, speechless 

“Oh my god its definitely about him what are we gonna do if spencer hears this on the radio or somethin-”

“ deep breathes garcia” emily adds 

Second track lost cause

Thought you had your shit together, but damn, I was wrong

You ain't nothin' but a lost cause 

‘’ but spencer does have his shit together! Maybe not to her but thats so-” derek tries to say

“ he doesn’t deserve this we practically forced him to not like her” jj interupts 

Track three  happier than ever

You call me again, drunk in your Benz

Driving home under the influence

You scared me to death, but I'm wasting my breath

'Cause you only listen to your fucking friends

I don't relate to you

I don't relate to you, no

'Cause I'd never treat me this shitty

You made me hate this city

And I don't talk shit about you on the internet

Never told anyone anything bad

'Cause that shit's embarrassing, you were my everything

And all that you did was make me fucking sad

So don't waste the time I don't have

And don't try to make me feel bad

I could talk about every time that you showed up on time

But I'd have an empty line 'cause you never did

Never paid any mind to my mother or friends

So I shut 'em all out for you 'cause I 

was a kid

You ruined everything good

Always said you were misunderstood

Made all my moments your own

Just fucking leave me alone

‘’ spencer cannot listen to this” garcia decides 

“Listen to what?”

Everyone at the table freezes in their seat

“ not you spencer, another spencer” garcia quickly says

Everyone else at the table mentally face palms 

‘’Right….let me listen to whatever you're hiding, thanks.’’

‘’ why are you guys listening to y/ns music?”

Spencer listens to all the tracks with his face in his hands the whole time

‘’ this is all your guys fault!”

“ we know”

“ i have to go see her”

Meanwhile at y/ns home

Three knocks at first.

Then six

The a multitude obsessive amount of knocks at my door.

‘’ spencer. I swear to fuck i will call the authorities”

“ i am the authorities, please open up”

I walk to the door

Why am i walking to the door.

Why am i turning the knob 

Why did i let him in.