#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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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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[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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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.

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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!”

[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.

[man-down-in-hatchet-town]

🙏 CALL FOR ARTISTS/WRITERS/MUSICIANS IN THE TIN CAN FAM 🙏

As many of you might be aware, the Tinlightenment Kickstarter is currently a little halfway over, but only 40% funded. This is... not great. While we'll definitely pick up some steam towards the end, that won't be enough to carry us past the finish line unless we get to a pretty good place before then. And the third quarter of kickstarters can be notoriously slow.

As such, I'm launching two projects fueled by fan-generated backer rewards to help encourage more pledges.

Project One is going to be a collected list of all artists/writers/musicians/ect. willing to do a small project (a request-style drawing, a drabble, a jingle, etc.) for anyone who dms them proof that they either have just pledged a certain amount, or else just upped their pledge by that number. Each creator will get to choose the dollar amount for themselves, and is invited to do so based on evaluation of the time and effort they will put into each individual request, but the typical price seems to be five dollars. If you are already doing this, please let me know and I'll add you to the list. If you're interested in starting, DM me and we can chat details and I'll add you to the list as well. To be clear, you will not be asked to make a project for every single person--just those who specifically reach out to you with a request.

But if multiple smaller projects isn't really your style and you'd rather contribute a singular, larger piece, no worries! I direct you to...

Project Two, a SWEEPSTAKES GIVEAWAY! Essentially, anyone who sends me proof that they've just pledged/upped their pledge by five bucks will be entered into a giveaway sweepstakes (submissions not yet open). While the grand prize will be any item from the StarCanWrecked merch shops, I would love to offer some other fan generated prizes as well. @booigi-boi has agreed to offer a free head-shot commission as a prize, and I would be over the moon to get even more artists, musicians, or writers involved. So if you'd be happy to give away one free commission as part of this prize pool, please DM me! I'd be happy to discuss details and get you added to this second list.

(Depending on the success of this little endeavor, I would like to use it as a work-out-the-kinks dry run for a similar fundraising event for Palestine that I would hold a month or two down the road (after American tax season). If you're not interested in helping TCB but would be interested in such a charity drive, please get in touch as well!)

(All DMs should be sent to man-down-in-hatchet-town)

Even if you aren't an artist/willing to participate, reblogs are GREATLY appreciated to help spread the word!

Now let's get FUNDRAISING!

🙏 TCB WITH YOU! 🙏

[theawkwardanglophile]

Here's what I don't want to see in this post-breakup era:

Angry Lucy. And before I get raked over the coals, let me explain myself. Should she feel anger about what happened? Yes, absolutely. But I don't want this to harden her. I want her to feel and process all her feelings, but not act cocky and unfazed like none of it actually bothers her. She's taken so many hits this season, and we, as well as all the people in her life, know how strong she is. But she's also empathetic and tenderhearted. I don't want her to be a doormat, or take Tim back blindly, but I do want to see understanding and empathy on her side of things. This is not her villain origin story.

Hardly any interaction between Tim and Lucy, or only awkward interactions. Yes, it will be awkward at first, but I don't want to go through an episode and all we get is a longing glance across the bullpen. We've been there before. And there can be pining, sure, because obviously all the love they have for each other is still there, but I also hope they communicate, which has been their biggest issue, and staying completely apart doesn't fix that. We need to see that magnetic pull that's always been there. We need to see them keep showing up for each other when needed even though it hurts.

Tim or Lucy dating someone else. THIS is the big one. I do not, under any circumstances, want to see this. I can't handle it. They both want to be with each other. They are each other's person. If they started dating others now, I just think that would break everything, the fandom, the show, etc. We already lived through the Ashley/Chris era. I'm begging Alexi and the writers, do not put us through that again!

I'd love to hear if anyone has others they would add.

Also, these are just my own opinions. Please keep comments kind. There is room for all the different takes (and believe me, I've probably read about 50 of them on here this past week).

[spidey-555]

Things I hope the devs of CotL don't do, but a part of me feels like they'll do anyways (or might already be doing):

Revive Ratau if we chose to sacrifice him. Like I said on a previous post, it would invalidate the weight of our decision, and would open the floodgates of "can we undo other heinous actions we do?" If yes, then why should we care about the events of the game if they can all just be undone?

Make the bishops so unlikable and unsympathetic to the point where the audience ceases to care about them. I know they already aren't the most likable characters due to their abrasive personalities (excluding Shamura), but people still find them tragic, so taking away that would just be the nail in the coffin. Unfortunately, this one already seems to be happening, if the description for the graphic novel is anything to go by.

Make Narinder seem like the good guy or otherwise have the story take a side in the whole "sealing of the one who waits" debacle. This kind of ties in when the previous bullet point (especially with the "already happening in the graphic novel" thing), but if they did this, it would feel like they're just pandering to the Narilamb fans by having the story bend over backwards for it.

Have the Lamb be this flawless, unstoppable, and perfect being who everyone (except bad people) loves and will never lose ever. This one is kind of self explanatory. If the devs decide to go this route, then I feel many people would cease caring about the conflicts if this game. After all, if the Lamb can't lose ever, then what's the point of caring about any the conflicts in this game of the Lamb? I will admit that this one is more of a "me" thing than anything else

Cure the bishops of their disabilities. Heal the injuries, sure, but not the disabilities, please. In my opinion, it would be very ableist to do this, as it would imply that the only way for the bishops to be truly happy is them being cured of their disabilities.

Have there be a "canon" interpretation of the Lamb. At the end of the day, the Lamb is a player-insert character, and the fun about those characters is that they can essentially be anyone and can have many interpretations. Making a "canon" Lamb would take away the fun of those characters. This ties into the other Lamb related bullet point somewhat.

Have the Fox and Midas become followers once we beat them. This is assuming we fight them at all, of course. This one is also very opinionated. I feel like getting them as a follower would be bad because it would A) imply they have a chance at redemption and personally I like the fact that we have at least 2 villains we can just hate (here's hoping to more!) B) let us treat them however we want, which means they could not get the punishment they deserve. And before someone says that you can do the same with the bishops (the whole "not getting the punishment they deserve" thing), they already suffered in purgatory, which counts as punishment imo.

Rely too much on toilet and "naked people are funny" humor. This one is another opinionated one. Personally, I'd prefer if we got more character-based humor (hell, maybe some surreal humor as well) than humor that only a child would laugh at. I do want to post this one on the suggestions channel, but I'm afraid of the backlash.

I'll probably add more onto this when it comes to mind

[mouriros]

Roier being shaken from his Brooding and being in Misery session during a downpour by someone pounding on his door and once he opens it he's met with a Soaked, Freezing jaiden holding a little egg with a pancake hat. He does an up and a down and jaiden smiles awkwardly and asks 'Hey roier, could you please help me' and he stands there a little shocked before shifting back, letting her and the new baby in.

He gets them both a blanket (which the egg, named Empenada, only uses for a moment before looking fresh and dry) and sits down with jaiden and a cup on tea. As the water was heating up an even smaller egg poked an edge around the corner of the room and stole Empenada from their company.

Jaiden and Roier sit in silence for a minute, watching as the eggs share news and stories with way more emotion than someone whose entire being is just but an oval shell should be able to.

"So, you got one too?" Roier breaks the silence mid-Jaiden-sip and she responds, "Apparently."

"She's cute. Her hats so adorable," and Jaiden replies "yeah," with a laugh. There's a beat before she adds "yours seems... um,"

"I don't know actually. I love Pepitos shirt, the stripes are super silly. Um, thanks for taking me in by the way." Jaiden's words come out mumbled, kind of pushed together and rushed, like she's horrified of taking up too much space. Like she isn't used to it.

Roier can't really add any more descriptive words. "Yeah, Pepito's.. fine, I guess." And he says, "I don't think I'm ready to- be a parent, you know. Again. To someone new."

There's a small silence, where Jaiden picks up her cup and sips from it, and holds it up to her nose to warm it up. "Me neither."

The silence prevails. Jaiden picks her eyes up from her tea and joins Roier in people-(egg)-watching the two kids chat and play and run. They watch as Pepito takes a fall and Empenada goes and helps Pepito up, and then they run off again.

"I really tried to love her." Jaiden starts, "At first it just sounded scary, and then I thought, 'well it can't be that difficult, I mean, everyone else already loves her', and so I told Tina that 'sure I'd Love to spend an entire day with Empenada alone together, sounds lovely, and then- it just-" Jaiden waves her hand about a bit, doing circles with her wrist and trying to put something she can't speak into a language that doesn't use words.

A language Roier understands. He sighs, his entire body expanding and then collapsing as he does. "I think I hated Pepito at first."

"Pepito's great, don't get me wrong. The egg did nothing wrong. It's just, like- all of Pepito's other parents eggs are Dead. Dead Dead. Like funeral dead, like code dead. Bobby- he's- ... he's still right here, sometimes."

Roier let's his words hang, gives Jaiden an exit, but he doesn't even have to look her way to know she's looking his way, eyes full of understanding.

"I'm basically Pepito's only parent right now, so he's also living with me. You know how weird it is to live with an egg again? How weird it is teaching an egg how to hold a sword properly, hearing tiny footsteps and tinier sniffles, doing daily tasks, and how weird it is to do it all Again?"

"Bobby was my only one. I know saying Pepito isn't my son is as cruel as I can be, but it's just not fair that anyone thought I could ever be a Father again. No one else should be calling me Papa. I don't think I want anyone else to call me Papa"

Roier can't even tell he's crying until Jaiden gets up to receive paper towels for him. When she returns, she pulls her own chair next to Roiers, holding out the roll of paper towels intended for a kitchen and running her scarred hand over his back.

He sniffs his nose and wipes his cheeks off with the back of his sleeve.

"Sometimes I wish it had been anyone but Bobby."

Roier whips his head up, looking at Jaiden who's looking at the eggs again.

"Like- okay, I don't wish anyone else had gone through what we did. I don't think it was humane, but I just wish that- you know. I wish that anyone else went through that instead of us. I miss him every day, and some days it's like just a fact, you know. I just look at an egg running around and think 'I miss Bobby' like I'd call the sky blue

but some days it's so much. Some days I watch Fit and Ramon building something together or Sunny and Tubbo bickering and I have to go home because all I want to do is scream and cry and tear down everything I see."

Jaiden gulps. Her eyes are still dry, but her hands are shaking and she feels as breathing becomes a task to focus on.

"I miss our family so much, Roier. And some days I think if Cucurucho told me if I killed every single egg on quesadilla island for the Chance to be teleported back and have 12 hours with Bobby and you and a field of flowers and birds and sunshine I'd do it. I'd learn Spanish until it became a second mother tongue, I'd sell every organ I have, I'd do anything at all for a chance."

Roier has to wipe his eyes again.

"I don't want to be a mother Roier. I can't do this, not without you. Not for anyone but Bobby."

They sit in a silence surrounded by small laughs and the patting of running feet. Roier's eyes stay fixed on Jaiden as she looks straight ahead, her entire body shaking and lip quivering. Roier puts his hand on her knee.

"I love you."

And she leans her head on his, and her wings fall limp behind her, and the light in the room starts shifting to a soft orange.

"I miss you, Roier."

"I'll always be here."

"But I think I miss a you that died when Bobby did."

"I do too, Jaiden."

"I love you too."

[sjmgirlie]

"Azriel's darkness this" "Azriel's darkness that"

Is this all people think this character is?

Considering all the instances we have been provided where his friends don't even push him/don't really try and get him to talk to them about pretty much anything, I'd say we don't know much about Azriel at all.

It's the same with any character that we haven't got a POV from. Do we really know Elain well enough to make judgements? Mor even? Not really.

What we understand about their characters is what we have seen/heard in dialogue in other POVs.

The thing I love about Azriel (and Elain for that matter) is that they have been portrayed as fixed. He is a broody and mysterious Shadowsinger that has went through trauma his whole life. Elain has been stifled but shown time and time again that she is not what people think she is. (There is a whole bonus chapter alluding to it that people like to completely forget).

Azriel has darkness, he has shadows, he is broody and doesn't say much. But what else is he from what we have seen?

He is heroic, he is self sacrificing, he deeply cares for the people in his life, and he is actually a good person. Even if he is the Spymaster and torturer of the NC. You know what else we see?

We see him having absolutely no self worth. We see him struggle with feeling inadequate for anyone. Mor has told us this, Azriel has as well in the BC. He feels UNWORTHY.

Why do you think he completely let Elain make the moves in the POV? He doesn't think he is worthy. He doesn't believe himself to be. And Rhys saying "you think you deserve to be her mate?" is literally a knife in the gut for a character like Azriel.

Azriel has shown time and time again that he cares for the females in the books I dare say more than most of the other characters. This is not an accident. This is (I believe) directly correlated with how his mother was treated.

We see countless instances of Azriel proving this with violence, because well, is he a talker like Rhys? No. He carries a lot of self worth in his ability to hurt someone clearly. Of being needed in ways only related to his work and abilities. And don't get me started on imagining what Rhys' father did to him mentally during the time he was under his command.

Yes, Azriel has darkness. But literally EVERY character in this book has darkness. Saying that Azriel's LI is solely determined based off "who can handle the darkness" is placing Azriel's character in a box with no growth. And that's not an SJM character. They all grow.

His LI will help him realize that he is NOT darkness. That there is light in the darkness that he does not see. That he doesn't need to "handle" it or have someone to "handle" it. That Azriel is just AZRIEL. That he doesn't need to be anyone else. He doesn't need to pretend all the time. He doesn't need to wear a mask every moment of his life.

Who looked to him when first meeting him as a comfort? Who did not balk from him? Who has called his scars, which he is insecure about, beautiful? Who noticed his headaches? Who enjoys just sitting in silence while enjoying someones company? Who has been showing Azriel he is wanted?

Read the series again if you don't remember.

Reducing Azriel to darkness is the same thing as reducing Elain to flowers/gardening.

Anyways, a long post again but please don't reduce Azriel to darkness because you are literally just feeding into the actual narrative he holds for himself as shown by the author rather than realizing that's the exact healing journey he is going to take. To realize he isn't just darkness. That he himself has a light.

Edit to add additional thoughts:

Main characters in SJM books, specifically ACOTAR, are always presented in a boxed view until they either get a book or are the MC in one. We got Rhys as the MMC in ACOMAF through feyre’s PoV, and we got Nesta and Cassian in their own.

Complex main characters will not have their healing arcs explored or even completely explained in someone else’s POV. Food for thought.