#let us just get a little bit silly with it

[thefeverburningalive]

Spencer reid x fem reader

Frinds to lovers

I mean, he is so in love with her

𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢

spencer reid x fem! reader <3

a/n: tysm for the request babes! feel free to send in your requests i love the inspooo. i decided to use one of my favorite billie eilish songs as inspiration since it always reminds me of spender <3. i love writing fics based on songs so also feel free to request song based fics too.

genre: fluff <3

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wake up and smell the coffee, is your cup half full or empty?

the smell of coffee hit you as soon as you walked into the break room of the bullpen. after the last case, you’d been having trouble sleeping- which is something that comes along with the grueling job. “good morning y/n, coffee?” spencer’s warm voice flooded your ears. no matter how bad the days got, spencer was the highlight of said days. over the past three months your feelings for spencer have changed. he’d been your closest friend on the team, aside from penelope, since you’d joined. but recently you’ve been wanting to be more than just friends.

when we talk, you say it softly. but i love it when you’re. awfully quiet.

“yes please, thank you spence.” you spoke just as soft back, admiring spencer as he smiled and nodded while pouring some coffee into a mug. not just any mug, but ‘your’ mug. on your first day at the bau, you’d had dropped and broken a mug- and you where so upset and embarrassed about it. the next day, spencer bought a white mug decorated with small flowers, and designated it as yours without saying so. he poured the creamer and sugar into the mug as well, knowing exactly how you liked your coffee. spencer slid the mug next to you, and you picked it up with a bright smile.

you see, the peice of paper. could be a little greater.

two hours later you, spencer, and the rest of the team where sat in the jet. “this is so funsies i never get to come on the jet!” penelope was beaming across from you. “i brought some card games cmon guys let’s play!” so you, pen, spencer and derek played the silly game she brought. as you exchange cards back and fourth and continue the game, you find yourself constantly losing. you’re not a sore loser- but sometimes being on a team full of the smartest people in virginia has its downsides. there are days where you doubt your own intelligence. after the fourth time losing you sigh in defeat as derek re-shuffles and passes out cards. you start to zone out a bit while playing, almost giving up, until you feel a hand over your wrist. the warmth of spencer’s eyes when you look up at him sends shivers down your spine. he gives you a smile before retracting his hand. as you look down, you notice he’s slipped a winning card into your own hand.

show me, what you could make her. you never know until you try it.

a pit of jealously bubbled in your stomach as you listened to derek go on about the two women who continued to flirt with spencer. “boy genius skipped out on not one pretty girls number- but two! man i’m bringing rossi to the next bar i have to interview.” the team laughed and talked while spencer sat looking somewhat uncomfortable. you hadn’t noticed your own silence until you caught spencer’s sight. his eyes looked into yours, his expression unreadable. he mouthed ‘are you okay?’ to you with a furrowed brow. deciding that saying no was unacceptable, you settled on a smile and nod combination. spencer nodded in response with his own smile, despite not fully believing your answer. “so.. why turn them down reid?” emilys question made you snap back into the conversation. “uh well.. i don’t know i guess they aren’t really my type.” for a split second you’re almost sure he looks in your direction as he says that. “or maybe he’s just not looking to be in the dating scene.” jj was the next to speak up during the discussion. spencer shrugged at her comment. “you never know.” was all he responded with.

and you don’t have to keep it quiet.

to say this case had been rough was an understatement. it was taking a tole on the team for sure, but especially you. tears flowed from your eyes as you paced back and fourth inside your hotel room, your mind running a million miles an hour. before you could think about what to do next- you trip over a pair of shoes you’d left in the middle of the room. you fell to the ground ungrateful, managing to knock a few other things over. an exhausted growl/shout escaped your lips. everything was just getting too much for you. the tears continued to fall as you just sat on the floor exasperated. about five minutes later you hear a soft knock at your door. stumbling up- you open it, finding spencer standing there in some lose grey sweat pants and a black tshirt. if your brain wasn’t short circuiting before- it definitely was now. “s-spencer? what’re you doing here..” you tried to quickly wipe your tears but it was pointless. “i heard a bang and you yell.. i just wanted to make sure you were alright.” spencer was reading you like an open book. he had a feeling this case was getting to be a lot for you. more tears welled in your eyes “im so sorry- i-i wasn’t trying to be loud i fell and then i just-“ the feeling of spencer’s arms around you cut off your sentance. he tucked you head beneath his chin, making you nuzzle into the crook of his neck. “it’s okay y/n. you don’t have to hide and be silent. i’m here for you.”

and i know it makes you nervous. but i promise you it’s worth it.

the only thing on your mind the rest of the following day was spencer. the way it felt to be in his arms, the smell of his cologne, the way his thumb traced little circles onto your back. spencer was suffocating your mind. it wasn’t uncommon for you to constantly think about spencer some days- but today was different, because for the first time spencer actually showed a sign of maybe liking you more than a friend. this wasn’t the first time you’ve tried convincing yourself he had feelings for you. but it is the first time there’s actual proof. the line between being best friends and being lovers was growing increasingly thin. as much as you want to be together you feared you were at risk for losing the most important person weapon in your life right now. he was just within your reach. but the anxiety swarmed your mind and your nerves simply wouldn’t let you. no matter if it was worth it or not.

to show em’ everything you kept inside, don’t hide. don’t hide.

“uhm, spence?” the night had been like any other night at your apartment. chips, dips, and sci fi movies that spencer loves to make you watch. as the movie progressed, spencer seemed to get closer and closer to your side by the second. by the time his thigh was up against yours underneath the thin blanket sprawled between yours and his laps. that’s what led you to begin the conversation- that and the fact that the movie had finally ended. “yes?” it was hard to focus on the task at hand when he was looking at you with this big brown eyes. he tilted his head slightly when you didn’t answer at first. “i wanted to uh- well i wanted to talk about… something serious?” you didn’t mean for it to come out as a question; but your brain was already struggling to form the sentences. “of course, is everything alright?” spencer had a tone of worry in his voice. “n-no yeah everything fine i just.. well i’ve been kinda keeping something- from you- and i uhm. i don’t think i want to hide it anymore.” at this point you were looking down at your hands, fiddling with the end of the blanket beneath you. spencer didn’t say anything, not wanting to interrupt your thoughts. “i’ve been too shy to say, but i..” you took a deep in-hail. “i like you spencer. in a more-than-friends type of like. a-and i don’t know how uhm- well how you feel but i couldn’t stop feeling like this i tried to hide it or stop it b-but i can’t. i feel so strongly for you and i-i just.. had to tell you. i get it if y-you don’t feel the same.. or if you want to leave .. but i hope you stay.” you felt like all the air had been stolen from your lungs. the words came so rapidly out of your mouth you didn’t even have time to properly think before you spoke- you didn’t even know there were tears in your eyes. you didn’t dare look up at spencer. you were filled with embarrassment and shame. you thought about getting up and apologizing- but before you could finish you felt his hand cup your cheek. the warmth of his hand added to the heat already in your face. his thumb wiped a tear that dared to spill from your eye. “don’t hide away.” that was all he said before his soft lips reached your own.

come out and play.

[paucubarsisimp]

Can you pls make Hector fort imagine

Like him and reader fight and he goes to his mom to complain but reader is already there and his mom is on the readers side (a silly funny fic)

❤️

héctor's mamá

pairing: héctor fort x reader

summary: in which after an argument, you go to héctor's mamá for comfort

warnings: a bit of angst, use of y/n

it started like any other evening. you had planned a quiet night with héctor—maybe dinner, a movie, or just spending some quality time together. you’d been looking forward to it all week.

but somewhere along the way, things went wrong.

he had promised you he’d be home early, excited for your plans. you had picked out a cute outfit, set the table, and ordered your favorite food. but when the time passed and there was no sign of him, your excitement slowly turned to confusion.

you texted him—no reply. then called. still nothing.

hours passed.

when he finally called, it was clear something had gone wrong. “hey, preciosa, sorry i’m running late. we got caught up with practice, and i lost track of time,” he said, his voice a little distracted.

“you lost track of time?” you asked, trying to keep the hurt out of your voice. “we had plans, héctor. you promised me you’d be home for dinner.”

“i know, i know, i’m sorry,” he said quickly, clearly flustered. “i’ll make it up to you, i promise.”

but it was the way he said it—so casually—that made your heart sink. it wasn’t the first time he had done this. and while you knew his schedule could be unpredictable, this wasn’t the first time he had broken promises.

you felt the frustration building up, but you held it in as best as you could. “okay… just—come home when you can,” you said, trying not to sound upset.

but you were upset. you waited for him, but by the time he walked through the door hours later, you were no longer in the mood for dinner or movies. you were just tired of always being patient, always waiting.

he walked in, looking apologetic, but you could tell he was more concerned about how long the day had been than about your feelings. “hey, amor, i’m sorry i’m late. practice went longer than i thought. i didn’t mean to—”

“you didn’t mean to? héctor, you do this all the time,” you cut him off, the words coming out before you could stop them. “i don’t know how many times i’ve had to make excuses for you with people, or just… deal with being alone when you say you’re going to be here. i get it, your schedule is crazy, but i’m getting tired of being at the bottom of the list.”

his face dropped, and the confusion and hurt you saw on his expression made you feel a little guilty. “you’re not at the bottom of the list,” he said softly, taking a step closer. “i just… sometimes things get overwhelming.”

“but that’s just it, héctor,” you replied, voice shaking. “it feels like i’m just a thing you squeeze in when you have time. we don’t even get to have proper dates anymore, and it’s been so long since we’ve done anything just the two of us.”

you stood up, walking away from him. “i don’t know what you want me to say. i don’t feel like i’m a priority for you, and it sucks. i’m tired of always being patient, always understanding. i need someone who shows up for me.”

there was a long, painful silence, and you could see how badly you had hurt him in his eyes. but you didn’t know how to fix it, not when you felt so unseen.

finally, he spoke up, his voice quiet. “i’m sorry, y/n. i didn’t mean to hurt you. i’ll try to do better.”

you nodded, but the knot in your chest didn’t go away. “i just… need some space right now.”

he hesitated for a moment, then nodded, clearly understanding. “okay. i’ll give you some space.”

he turned to leave, and you tried not to feel like a weight had just dropped in your stomach. this wasn’t what you wanted, but you needed to feel heard.

with that, you found yourself walking to his mom’s house, not really thinking about it. you didn’t even knock, just let yourself in and walked right into the living room.

his mom looked up from the couch, a concerned smile immediately crossing her face. “y/n, querida! what’s wrong?”

you didn’t say anything at first, just sank onto the couch beside her, your face in your hands. “i don’t know what to do, mamá. héctor missed our date again… and i’m just so tired of it.”

she sighed, wrapping her arms around you in a warm, comforting hug. “oh, mi amor. i’m so sorry. it’s tough when you feel like you’re not a priority.”

you nodded, letting her comfort you. “it’s just… i don’t know what to say anymore. i’ve tried talking to him about it, but he always promises it’ll be different, and then this happens again.”

“sometimes héctor gets caught up in his own world,” she said gently, “but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about you. he just doesn’t always know how to show it. but he’s a good man, and i know he loves you. this is a bump in the road. but he’ll come to his senses, darling. he’ll realize that you deserve more.”

you looked up at her, trying to hold back the tears. “i just want him to show up, you know? like he says he will.”

“he will,” she said softly. “but in the meantime, let’s distract you. you deserve some fun and relaxation right now.”

you smiled weakly, appreciating her words more than you could express. “i think i’d like that.”

meanwhile, héctor was pacing outside, guilt gnawing at him. he knew he had messed up. again. he had promised you that he would show up, but practice and everything else had gotten in the way. he could feel the weight of your words, and it was tearing him up inside.

finally, after a few minutes of deep breathing, he walked over to his mom’s house. when he opened the door, the first thing he saw was you, sitting on the couch, chatting with his mom, looking so much more relaxed than when he left.

“y/n…” he began, but stopped when his mom winked at him, clearly enjoying your company.

“well, well, look who decided to show up,” she teased, raising an eyebrow. “i was just telling y/n how you owe her a big apology.”

he froze, blinking. “mamá, seriously?”

“you owe her an apology, héctor,” his mom said, crossing her arms. “you’ve been neglecting her, and i don’t appreciate that one bit.”

héctor looked at you, then back at his mom. “i… i didn’t mean to. i really didn’t.”

you turned to him with a soft sigh. “i know you didn’t, but i need more than just promises. i need actions, héctor.”

his mom patted the seat next to her. “now, apologize to her. sincerely. and don’t make excuses.”

héctor sat down next to you, the guilt and love in his eyes clear. “y/n, i’m sorry. i messed up. i’ve been so caught up in everything that i forgot to be there for you. i’m going to try harder, i promise.”

you smiled softly, your heart lightening. “thank you, héctor. i know you didn’t mean it. i just want to feel important too, you know?”

he nodded, squeezing your hand. “you are important. more than anything.”

his mom smiled as she watched the two of you. “see? i knew you’d get there.”

you leaned against héctor, feeling lighter than you had all night. “thank you… for understanding.”

he grinned, pulling you closer. “you don’t need to thank me. i’m lucky to have you.”

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[himbo-kuto]

you clapped with teary eyes as the maid of honor finished her speech. 

you had been invited to your coworker’s wedding and naturally, zayne was your plus one. he wouldn’t admit it outright, but you knew that he loved getting all dressed up. when he was able to break out anything other than his five routine outfits there was a bit more spring in his step, especially when you two would coordinate colors. something he wasn’t shy about was matching with you and everybody knew that if zayne had something, you most likely had the one to match. you saw him eyeing that wine colored blazer that he wore on your attempted ferry date by the river (everlasting wish) and you just so happened to have a dress that would match perfectly. 

he leaned over and gave your temple a kiss in a celebration of his own love as he clapped along. you leaned back into his arms as he cradled you softly. 

“i love you” a soft declaration as you leaned up to kiss his cheek. he hummed in reciprocation before squeezing your forearm for your attention (as if it had shifted somewhere else).

“bathroom?”

you nodded, suddenly remembering you had to go before the speeches abruptly started. zayne stood up first, offering his hand (that you graciously accepted). you briefly mentioned to tara who was sitting on the other side of you that you would be back before swiftly making your way to the facilities.

like any gentleman, zayne always waited as he usually finished first. he was standing in the lounge area in front of the floor length mirror checking his suit as he saw you walk out. even though he witnessed you cultivate this look first hand, he felt himself mesmerized by your beauty all over again. 

“why are you looking at me like that dr.zayne?” you asked with a shy, silly smile. he pulled you in close with your back to his chest as he gave your exposed shoulder a gentle kiss. 

“no reason other than being captivated by your beauty.” 

you watched in the mirror as zayne’s eyes traveled from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. with your hair perfectly curled down your back, to the browns and burgundies you used in your eye makeup to match your dress, along with your lips that look as though you’ve just eaten a cherry popsicle– you were hot, but not like you were the only one. 

zayne’s suit was perfectly tailored to his proportions, showing off his broad shoulders and thick thighs. you looked at his arms that surrounded your waist adorned with jewelry that you picked out for him– a few rings and the watch that you gave him for his birthday. the veins in his hands that lead down to his arms caused a shiver to run down your spine just thinking of wh–

“staring, my love?” you blinked, now snapping back to reality. 

“well of course, give me a few more seconds and I would’ve started drooling.” he let out a laugh into the crook of your neck. his warm breath instantly gave your cold skin goosebumps. you loved hearing his laugh, something that not many people got to witness.

“come on, let's get back. we might miss those little salads.” he held the door open for you.

you two walked in perfect unison back into the reception hall, the clicking of your heels suddenly grabbing tara’s attention. she watched as you two emerged from the hallway and unbeknownst to tara, her jaw had dropped. the way your hair naturally flowed behind you as you walked, the dress, the hair, the makeup– it would’ve put anyone on their knees. her gaze shifted to zayne who was a few paces behind you. he adjusted his cufflinks, before he shifted his attention back to you. you were mostly pretty coordinated in your heels, but everybody has their missteps. he assured you (in more ways than one) he would be there to catch you when you fall. he was practically glowing; happy to be by your side, yet giving you the space you needed to shine. 

you reached out your hand to him, bringing up his interlocked fingers to your lips but not before he gave you a swift kiss on the forehead. you couldn’t help but beam up at him as you experienced pure bliss. 

your gaze finally met tara’s as you gave her a wave. you quickly noticed her expression as she followed your movements all up until you sat down. you furrowed your eyebrows as you placed your hand on hers. 

“tara, what’s wrong? did something happen?” she shook her head, laughing to herself as she had just gotten starstruck by her hot friends. 

“nothing– i saw you and zayne walking in and i was just–” she couldn’t think of the word to describe what she was feeling– trying to use her hands to try and give you a visual representation. 

“i don’t know– enthralled? enamored? captivated? you had my full and undivided attention the second you walked in the room. not only are you two freaking drop dead gorgeous.. but it was like i couldn’t take my eyes off of you or else i’d miss something really important.”

you felt a wave of warmth run up your neck and across your cheeks as you were slightly embarrassed that someone witnessed a small intimate moment with you and your partner. but in a way you felt kind of proud being able to turn heads and keep them there. you were no stranger to the effects that zayne had on other people, (heck, you’re one of them) but you never thought about yourself and what it was like for the people on the outside looking in. 

“you two are really meant for each other.” 

you look over at zayne who was striking up casual conversation with your coworkers. you watched as he gave kind smiles and nods, knowing full well that your eyes were on him. he quickly turned to you during a brief break during their discussion to shoot you a wink before seamlessly returning to their conversation. he took your hand under the table, habitually running his thumb over your knuckles.

“thanks… i think i’ll keep him.”

[venusbyline]

Im so glad someone else lowkey likes modern aegon x niece

i need that scumbag now😩🫠

i know he gives her weed for the first time and teases her for not having tolerance

-🍰

okay this is so fucking hot to think about. actually I'm a real whore for modern Targcest, we need more of that type of content 😭😭

btw... I wrote this based on my personal experiences smoking weed in 2022, so the descriptions of the effects may seem a bit exaggerated, considering that all the times I smoked while I mixed drinking whiskey, vodka and beer too (here in Brazil the legal age for practically everything is 18 years old. my ex, his friends and I were already 19 actually, so we knew very well what we were doing).

⚠️: SMUT CONTENT. female!reader, modern!Aegon II Targaryen, Targcest (uncle/niece), corruption kink, underage drug use (reader is 17-18), weed smoking, sexual tension, degradation, dry humping, age gap (older man/younger woman), secret situationship, implied Jacaerys Velaryon/reader, implied older brother/younger sister, implied exhibitionism & voyeurism kink.

"Damn, pretty girl... If your mother saw you now, she'd kill me." Aegon let out a hoarse laugh as he sealed another joint together with his niece.

The girl was sitting on his couch, laughing at whatever stupid shit he had said during the last twenty minutes. Your hair was disheveled from your recent make-out session, the red lip gloss smudging a little bit across your chin.

When Aegon had decided to bring his niece to his house for the summer vacation before the start of your high school's senior year, he had asked his sister Helaena to help convince Rhaenyra to let you stay there for a few weeks. So already knowing how your uncle wanted to introduce you to some real fun and maybe also convince you to move there when you started college in the next year, you had whined and begged your mother many times, lying that you would take all the necessary precautions — because unfortunately the whole family already knew very well about Aegon's bad reputation, and still you were excited for new experiences.

And now the two of you found yourselves already high and drunk on the very first night of your stay.

"I'm not that high..." You whimpered, moving your body until you were sitting on Aegon's lap again, while he lit that joint just for him.

He had shared the first one with you, saying some silly saying like puff, puff, pass. According to Aegon, it would be better if you took two puffs and then passed it on to him, because it would help your lungs absorb the weed better than if you simply smoked it all at once.

However, deep down Aegon was loving seeing you like this, all desperate for more. He felt like he was corrupting you, and he liked that feeling as well. "Not that high? You sure, babe?" Aegon chuckled, one hand squeezing his niece's ass covered only by pink panties, while the other brought the rolling paper to his own lips, taking a soft drag and inhaling slowly.

You let out a low little laugh at his words, flushed cheeks after that when you took in the sight of your uncle sitting beneath you. He was taking a second drag and then blowing the smoke out of the corner of his lip.

"Yeah. I'm pretty sure, uncle."

Aegon rolled his eyes, despite the fact that he could feel them starting to get kinda hazy — not as much as yours, though. “Babe, you took off your dress and bra right after you started drinking and smoking with me. You were rubbing yourself against me like a whore a few minutes ago and laughing at every nonsense thing I said.” Aegon’s voice was firm, but his smirk made it obvious how much he was loving everything, bringing the joint to your mouth in solidarity as you could not stop staring at his fingers.

Even though you tried to force yourself to take a drag on it properly, you ended up dragging it harder than you should have, which caused you to cough. “You’re so fucking bad at this, little niece. Such a dumb, innocent little thing.” He scoffed, admiring your smile and laugh, the way you were trying to be a good little girl and passing it back to him.

He could not deny that seeing you all messed up like that was quite a hot sight.

"Holy shit, you're so damn weak. Your panties are so fucking wet that they're making my jeans all sticky with your pussy juices." Aegon continued with those teasing sentences, blowing some smoke at you, wondering how his half-sister would react if she knew he was corrupting her daughter.

Maybe he could take a picture of you sucking his cock and send it to Jacaerys when your vacation was over. Your older brother would probably jerk off watching his little sister and his uncle sharing such a horny moment.

[spirk-fic-recs]

Hi! This one might be a bit of a long shot, but I've had no luck so far despite both asking around and putting a hell of a lot of time into it, so I figured I'd see if you know what I'm looking for!

Just about the only thing I remember is this: Before Kirk became Captain, Spock was largely antisocial. He had no real friends or confidants. When Kirk joined the Enterprise, however, he puts effort into befriending Spock, and, to the shock of the crew, Spock responds well to this, becoming very nearly talkative once it becomes clear to him that Kirk is genuinely interested in what he has to say. I believe Uhura is the POV character for some of this, and she muses that she feels guilty that she never realized that Spock wasn't antisocial entirely by choice.

I think it was probably TOS (though it's always a toss up whether things are tagged properly), and it was probably decently short (under 14K), but neither of those are guarantees. It would have been complete, though.

(If you don't know the fic off the top of your head, don't feel too obligated to go searching - I've done a fair amount of that myself (and haven't given up yet), but frankly I am starting to worry that it's just been deleted since I first read it 😅 so, uh. no need to trouble yourself overmuch!)

Hey @a-most-beloved-fool! Unfortunately this doesn't ring any bells for me, but I'd still like to give you some wholesome recs with Uhura's POV as well as her friendship with Mr. Spock /Jim 🥰 For anybody that knows which fic our friend is talking about, feel free to reply to this post so that we may locate it:) Uhura POV / Spirk-Uhura friendship fics:

Jim and Nyota's Guide to Friendship (TOS, 11382 words) by Solid_Medical_Advice

A collection of little stories in which Kirk and Uhura look after each other and love each other. These two are my absolute favourite platonic pairing, and I don't see enough friendship rep between these two! Some of the stories are episode- and movie-related, others are just silly thoughts I had. Updates as I come up with them.

Yellow Roses for Her, Orange Roses for Jim (AOS, 13978 words) by Misscar

How do you survive your break up when you must live and work with your ex? How do you move on to someone else without wrecking two very important friendships? Valentine's Day 2259 will be entertaining. This is a different type of love story. A Valentine's Day story for the rest of us.

Girl’s night (TOS, 4512 words) by T_Bar

Spock could not remember just when did he and Uhura become such good friends, nor could he recall when did she first invite him to spend the evening together watching ‘cheesy’ rom-coms from the twenty first century while she did his nails. He did however remember that tonight, they had yet again scheduled their “girl’s night”.

not my type (AOS, 7469 words) by soetry

Nyota now feels ridiculous for thinking that Commander The-Only-Reason-I-Don't-Always-Get-My-Way-Is-Because-I-Believe-In-Federation-Law Spock would ever actually let something go.

My absolute favorite. pure crack

Intemperate Hearts (AOS, 4077 words) by ByCandlelight

How could Spock be lonely?

Strange Spectacle (TOS, 12585 words) by batwonder

It is a well known fact across all known galaxies that Vulcans are a very private people. Be it in culture, civilian life… in all aspects of their lives, they keep to themselves. They do not encourage emotion or public displays of affection. Even the vulcans that are allowed to be more intimate, such as married couples, only seem to “touch their hands”, and nothing else. This is why, when James Tiberius Kirk, captain of the USS Enterprise, publicly stated that he was in a serious relationship with his Vulcan first-officer, people were… stunned, to say the least.

In this fic, Uhura makes an appearance in Ch. 2 hehe

Happy reading!

-M

[astrobolical]

I’ve taken a deeper dive into DC comics recently, and I have something I gotta say.

Guy Gardner just needs a chance to escape his past.

While his bowlcut and joke-character era are important, they were filled with throwaway c-rank hero antics and writers who, lets face it, didn’t like him. But he’s not as bad as people think when they hear the name Guy Gardner. He’s more than just that lantern Batman knocked out with one punch (which was deserved, but still).

The more I read about him or things he’s included in, especially more recent media, I’m awestruck that he doesn’t get at least a little more love.

So here are the reasons I think Guy Gardner is better than you think he is.

Upbringing

“I never took a punch that hurt as bad as any he gave me.”

Guy didn’t have it easy growing up. His father was an abusive alcoholic who berated and beat him daily for nothing, just because he was there, because he was “thick headed.” But despite everything he went through and the horrible upbringing he had to endure, Guy didn’t fall into the same cycle as his father did. Yeah, he has a bad attitude, he’s pretty cocky and he hides behind that bravado, but he never turned to villainy.

He became a social worker in older media, working to help people who are in his situation to escape it, like I’m sure he wished someone would have helped him. In more recent media it has been retconned that he’s a cop, which I like less, but he’s still a good one. He goes out of his way to help people and make their lives better, as best he can. No one walks away from that sort of history unscathed, so his aggressive persona is no surprise. But he’s a Green Lantern, and a hero despite it all.

Willpower & Strength

Just to begin with the fight pictured above, Guy took on that Yellow Lantern without his ring and nearly died, but he won. He has some of the strongest willpower there is, and the sheer bravado to back it up. His fellow Lanterns, mostly, know that while he’s problematic that he will get the job he’s given done. And if they don’t right away, they’ll soon learn it.

Guy very easily could have been who the ring went to over Hal, if it weren’t for Booster Gold’s time stream shenanigans causing him to be further than Hal was from the ring (which was how it was supposed to be, Booster was making sure things stayed how they were meant to). That’s all it came down to. Distance. He was also a candidate for John’s ring, but if I recall he was helping someone and lost out again.

And his creativity with his constructs and how quickly he can work with it is astounding.

(More on this topic also in Intelligence below)

Devotion & Reliabiltiy

“C’mon kid… can’t d-do this without you.”

Believe it or not, he’s a reliable partner both work-wise and in romance. He’s trusted to mentor new Lanterns, and is a high ranking Lantern himself for a reason. He’s rough around the edges, a little too forward, blunt and a tiny bit horny (…okay very horny) but all of that goes out the window when someone is in danger.

He cares for others despite how his persona may make it seem. He listens more than people think, and he understands others more than he lets on. A good example of this is actually in a silly comic about superhero dating. While he was showboating and being a bit of an arse, he retained every single thing she told him. (And for context, she was using him for an article about how BAD it would be to date a superhero— specifically him. Rude much?)

“Nothing’s gonna stop me from being at your side if you need someone or something.”

And to his partners he does show great care and love for them, even if he’d rather be seen as the tough guy.

So, yeah, despite it all there’s someone with a very large heart behind his attitude. He’s bold, he’s loud and far too confident, but you also know he’s someone you can turn to.

Intelligence

“I figured out the receptors in my brain I need to stimulate.”

This is one of the bigger points for me, because as much as he fucks around this man is incredibly intelligent. He’s been shown to deep dive into research, study and learn whenever he needs to. So much so his entire room was at one point a terrible mess.

But even more so this man was able to save himself from dying after being cut in half. I debated putting his in Willpower, but it’s more a testament to his quick thinking and knack for learning.

He was able to use his ring to recreate his lower body, which included all organs which functioned to keep him alive. Eventually he even perfected it enough so that it would take less effort to maintain. Then to stop himself from ever having to sleep (and his lower body subsequently disappearing and killing him) he figured out how to stimulate his brain with his power ring to release the chemicals he needed without actually having to sleep. He would have needed to figure this out within a day or two at most while dealing with the severe trauma he would have experienced.

So few people would have had the wherewithal to even save themselves to begin with, let alone trick your brain in such a way so quickly. And accurately.

And there’s so much more to his character than the shit end of the stick he was originally given. That’s not to say he isn’t an arrogant little bastard, but when people hear “Guy Gardner” they laugh, without realizing how much his character has evolved.

He’s able to be his bratty self, sing songs about his ass, showboat and still be a good person while maintaining that humour.

So yeah, I think more people need to give Guy Gardner a chance.

[writtenbyshama]

Memory Theatre (Sylus x Reader)

Synopsis: Y/n is a protocore researcher who is looking for answers about how an aether core got lodged into her heart and why is it messing with her brain. In the midst of this elaborate maze of dead ends and false answers, she encounters a man who seems to be very interested in her and is willing to find ways of providing her with the answers she's seeking.

Author's note: Y/n is not a hunter; she is a Master's student (not based on myself at all) and a part time protocore researcher at the Association. No changes to Sylus, although there may be situations in the story where he might be a little out of character. Mentions of the other LADS men, but they are not the love interests here.

Chapter 6: The Protocore Mafia Is Real

My shoulders (especially the recently recovered one) were burning since my wrists were bound at my back. 

Surprisingly, the drug didn’t seem to have any side effect other than faint nausea, and even that seemed to stem from the fact that I was lying down at my side in the dark trunk of a moving vehicle. The spot at my neck where the needle had entered felt sore. The space smelled like dirty socks. 

I had undergone basic hunter’s training at the Association, and while I didn’t remember the rest, ‘NEVER PANIC’ was a rule of thumb. Instead, I tried to see what I could do, which wasn’t much. I wasn’t gagged, but that meant they were not scared that I’d scream. And my feet were bound too. The knots were difficult to get out of. After considering the lack of options, I relaxed and waited to see what’d happen next. At the moment, I was just a bound spectator of my own life.

The car rolled to a stop about thirty minutes later (I counted). The road leading here was bumpy as fuck and my limbs were aching horribly. The doors opened and closed, footsteps heading in my direction. The door of the trunk was lifted and I squinted at the burst of light, even though it was very dim. The wind caressed my bare face—the mask had been taken off. The area was dusty and I immediately launched into a coughing fit. 

“There, there,” a man said sarcastically and the rest of his pals roared as I was harshly yanked upright. The ties bit into my skin, but I clenched my jaw and kept the pain to myself. 

One of them crouched down to my level. He was sweaty and kept roving his eyes around, as if he were scared of someone. The others were just backlit shadows at this point. 

“Right, missy. We aren’t here to harm you,” the man croaked. “Just give it to us and we’ll be sending you on your merry way.”

“Give you what?” I coughed. 

“The aether core, silly,” he replied in a patronising tone. “Where is it? Under your dress?” He placed a sweaty palm on my thigh, leering at me while the others cackled like hyenas.

Keep it cool, play it cool. I leaned back, a bored expression on my face, inwardly wincing at the burning pain. “What the hell is an aether core?”

The patronising manner vanished. He jumped up and grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking it back. “Pretty girl, last chance to go unscathed.” The other hand gripped my thigh so hard I was sure it’d bruise. “Where. Is. The. Aether. Core?”

“I don’t know! I don’t know what the fuck it is! Please, leave me alone!”

Internally, I was concentrating on my evol, slowly resonating with the core inside my heart to amplify it, but I needed another evol to work with. And none of the men had them. The man yanked my hair back further, at last squeezing a whimper from my lips. “Our intel is never wrong. Where is it?”

I thought of what to say. He waited for a few seconds and when I didn’t answer, let go of my hair to slap me right across the face. The impact had me rolling down to slump on the dusty ground. “Yo, man,” one of the others interrupted, sounding concerned. “She might die.”

“Fucking bitch.” The man kneeled and rolled me onto my back, my wrists bending painfully. He grabbed my throat and squeezed it, not caring about the remark of his pal. “Tell me!”

From my place on the ground, I saw that we were in a courtyard of a broken down and abandoned temple, a large bell tower the last remaining thing among the ruins. The atmosphere was reddish and hazy, dawn slowly eroding the night. I kept quiet, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. If I died now, well, that was it. There was nothing I could do. 

“Resilient bitch,” someone said. “No wonder she escaped the explosion.”

Wait, what?

Before I could think about the remark, the bell at the top of the tower actually started ringing. The wind increased, throwing dust everywhere. The atmosphere turned even more red, or maybe I was hallucinating that. Whatever it was, it made the man release my throat. 

The wind increased and two men just magically appeared. I had to blink twice in the middle of violent coughing to register that they had been my ‘bodyguards’ at the auction. Somehow, I managed to stay conscious to see the events unfold. 

My kidnappers were literally quivering with fear. But one of them managed to be brave enough to say, “She’s ours. Sylus doesn’t get to have everything.”

A pang in my chest at the name. Huh. 

The twins still had their masks on as they came to a stop. “Ask us if we care.”

With those words, the reddish haze deepened into mist that swirled and rose around us like a gale, becoming opaque and hoisting all the kidnappers into the air. While they were screaming and writhing around, the twins snipped the ties around my limbs and set me free. They didn’t linger as I sat up, stepping away and maintaining that respectful distance from earlier. 

The mist choked the kidnappers, rushing to surround them and made them literally vanish into vermillion. All except one—the man who had put his hands on me. He fell to the ground with a splat and laid there, unmoving. 

An absolute silence for an instant.

The mist evaporated, the wind slowed down and the bell was ringing melodically. The rising sun that heralded a new day backlit the tall, slim figure who was standing right next to the bell on top of the tower. 

A small throb in my chest. The aether core inside me recognised something in the man standing above me, like a powerful, ancient god. I watched as he jumped down, his red misty evol assisting in a graceful land on his feet like a cat. I was bruised, bleeding, and exhausted. If this man decided to end me, then I was really dead.

The man came closer, kicking my now unconscious kidnapper with the toe of a polished shoe before stepping over and heading towards me. The light of the dawn revealed him in parts: silver hair, scarlet eyes, black attire with a sombre vermillion coat draped over his shoulders. Not a speck of dirt anywhere. He was beauty, elegance, and power, personified. 

He was Sylus, the man who ruled the N109 Zone. I did not except him to be so…handsome. Terribly beautiful. He could take whatever he wanted and I would still be begging for more. 

No. Wait. What the hell? I shook my head. This was not the time to be thirsting over a criminal wanted by governments across planets.  

He came to a stop right in front of where I was slumped into a heap. I could glimpse the red bottoms of his shoes as he did so. 

“Clear out that vermin,” he ordered the twins, but the crimson gaze was set on me. Even his voice was something to behold, the voice of emperors and ancient warlords. I held the gaze, mustering all my energy to maintain my last shred of dignity and stay upright.

There was not a shred of emotion on his face. After a minute of eye contact, I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind: “Did you kill my family?”

My voice was scratchy and soft from the dust, but he heard it clearly. He raised an eyebrow. “No,” he replied. “That was not me.”

The certainty and honesty in his voice was clear. The relief that flooded me when I heard that this elegant criminal (who had committed multiple crimes according to the Association’s database) was not the person who killed my family was something so palpable I could taste it on my tongue. 

Before I could say anything else, he grabbed my hand, noting the blood on my wrist and intertwined our fingers. “Resonate with me.”

“I—“ A thin lash of pain laced through my chest, stealing away my breath. “It hurts, please,” I bent forward, trying to concentrate but the agony was unbearable. What the fuck was he trying to do?

It stopped as abruptly as it had begun when Sylus let go of my hand, his expression unreadable. With the last of my strength, I laid back down on the ground, shallowly breathing with my eyes closed. I couldn’t stay awake for much longer. 

Hands slid over my shoulders and underneath my knees, so gentle that I barely felt them. I was lifted up carefully. “I finally have you in my arms, my dove,” was all I heard before passing out.

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Part 1: Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

[witchexia]

Dr. Arias Paradox/Pair of Ducks headcanons 4 ! (I LOVE THIS GUY IM SO SORRY)

back to the voice claims, i can't decide which voice would fit him more: Till Lindemann or Dave Gahan, so his voice is probably somewhere in the middle ! (If i decide it's Till, his voice would be like Till's part in Let's Go by Emigrate ! starting at 0:53)

he has a front tooth gap !

voice-wise, he has a heavy accent ! i haven't decided WHICH one though just a fact that he has an accent LOL

about the mark on his face, repeating again but its a bind rune with a wanderer's symbol (HEAVY INSPIRATION) ! i hc that he got it when he connected with the serpent's hand, so its basically a tattoo!

language-wise, he knows: English, Italian, German, Spanish and Czech !

ive mentioned in an ask answer that arias had a dark academia look in high school !

game wise, he would play games like dead by daylight or resident evil !

when he was little, his favorite hangout spots were ALWAYS arcades or duck ponds !!

before the whole duck thing, when he was still the head of psychology at site-17, his patients LOVED to troll him in some way LOL (example, in my psych eval rewrites with clef sitting backwards and having a cigarette in his nose)

but even if some people just straight up hate him or want to fight him, he DOES have ALOT of patience ! it's very hard to piss him off

he's surprisingly an amazing artist ! he used to make little art doodles for his patients! i feel like he would be the best at drawing flowers/animals rather than people

ANOTHER music headcanon but i feel like he listens to goth music !

i feel like he hugs people a LITTLE bit tightly for comfort + his hugs probably feel really warm like a huge teddy bear <3

silly laugh headcanon, with people hes very close with (coworkers, friends, family members etc) he giggles like a little kid !

i still CANNOT get his personality right but from the outside he seems a little more polite?, calm, sweet but if you get to know him he LOVES making jokes and laughing at stupid shit, but hes still a sweetheart and helps everyone with almost anything they need help with <3 <3

PART FOURRRRRRRR live laugh love arias

[sevastiel]

"It was indeed a king that stood before him. (...) The very sight was so… Incongruous. A knight in shining armor, facing down an army of Scaldra. Protecting what was his."

From Ch 33 of Guardian Spiral

[egophiliac]

missed the mark by (looks at calendar) uhhh. hm. but I really wanted to do something for the 5th anniversary! happy five years to these idiots 🎉

[ricky-mortis]

I drew Ted from the wonderful @nabwastaken ‘s Time Bastard Au! The original design is by the talented @midnightnautilus , and was so very fun to draw!

[vaggieslefteye]

CHARLIE MAGNE from HAZBIN HOTEL (2019): Pilot - "That's Entertainment" ↳ "So, I've been thinking: Isn't there a more humane way to hinder overpopulation here in Hell? Perhaps we can create an alternative way to change souls through... redemption?"

[iknowwhereyousnoozeatnight]

this one's for all the yuri enjoyers out there — nsft under cut

meronia event prompt(s): scar

[jimmyspades]

"I seem to be getting a lot of gavel whacks. Is it just me?" BOSTON LEGAL 5.06 "Happy Trails"

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

Bolsonaro aide testifies about plan to assassinate Lula under threat of losing benefits

New hearing to be led by Justice Alexandre de Moraes; Bolsonaro and generals expected to be charged next week

Following the discovery by the Federal Police of an alleged coup plot and plans to assassinate then-President-elect Lula, Mauro Cid—an aide to former President Jair Bolsonaro and a key figure in the investigation—will be heard again by Justice Alexandre de Moraes of Brazil’s Supreme Court this Thursday afternoon (21). The police found that Justice Moraes and Vice President Geraldo Alckmin were also targets of the alleged assassination plot.

The military officer was summoned after the Federal Police submitted a report to the Supreme Court indicating inconsistencies and omissions in his testimony to investigators last Tuesday (19). The Federal Police assessed that Mr. Cid violated terms of a plea agreement inked last year and has been minimally cooperative with the investigation.

The Federal Police have expressed doubts regarding Mr. Cid’s effective cooperation, evidenced by their summoning him to testify after recovering deleted data from electronic devices belonging to him. Investigators also questioned him about the coup plot to assassinate Mr. Lula, Mr. Alckmin, and Justice Moraes.

On the same day, the Federal Police launched Operation “Contragolpe,” which led to the arrest of four military personnel and a Federal Police agent suspected of participating in a major conspiracy to keep former President Bolsonaro in power after his 2022 election defeat.

Continue reading.

[the-fiddlesticks-affair]

i did watch the suburbia affair last night btw & it speaks to what a crazy episode it is that for all that it kind of fell off the minute they gave up on the bit of napoleon and illya being forced to share a house/household duties + how ridiculous and kind of "yeah whatever" the actual meat of the plot is that i am still thinking about it. dare i say it might even make me do something dire. like write