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scourgeofmyownbrain · 8 months ago

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Only one guy on here has two eyes, and even then, they're fake eyes. It's big-tits-McGee, Mr. logic man extraordinaire, Geneva Suggestion Believer himself: Shockwave! Yep, all 12 of him, a reasonable amount of alternates to have, unlike some people... Shockwave Height Chart, everyone, fuckin wee.

Edit: I didn't like the old scaling I had so I changed it. The old chart is at the end of this post.

Quick Disclaimer, if any of the images look weird, it's because I had to stitch a few separate images together to create a full body shot of the character.

Here are links to my Bumblebee Chart, my Optimus Chart, my Megatron Chart, and my Soundwave Chart. !!NEW!! -> Ratchet & Ironhide. Please go gawk at how many Optimus designs there are, sweet fuck, there are so many. For future reference, all these charts will be filed under my "Transformers Height Charts" tag and my "aka the adventures of a..." tag.

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Explanations and Sources below the cut.

Unicron Trilogy Energon - ~14 feet 3 inches (No actual source, and Energon doesn't have any listed heights anywhere. For the uneducated, the Unicron Trilogy has given each of its 3 seasons separate names and 3 separate art styles. This is the design used in Energon (S2) though he only shows up in Energon. I was able to compare him to Optimus, and using Cybertron's listed heights, I got this number. I am in physical pain, it does not get better from here. Hilarious side note, his Japanese name is Laserwave, which contains the missing "wave" of Shockwave in this iteration's name.)

Earth Spark - ~15 feet (No actual source for ES, but using a barn door to get Bumblebee's height, then Optimus's, then Megatron's height, I was able to make a guess at Shockwave's. Shockwave comes up to about Megatron's chin; I lost the screenshot I used. It's so convoluted, I know, but it's all I have, also, tiny universe, everyone is so small)

TFA Longarm/V1 - 15 feet 2 inches (Animated has no actual numbers, but the lovely @phoenix-inanis has provided a frankly astounding resource with their own calculations for the heights of all the TFA characters. Go look at it, it's wonderful -> https://phoenix-inanis.notion.site/TFA-Height-Chart-f6ad2960ca8c4c5b859ee4958723aaa4?pvs=4)

Gen 1 - ~18 feet (TFWiki, uuuuh I've got nothing to add)

Netflix Cybertron Trilogy - ~18 feet (I have no source for this, other than assuming that because this design is identical to Gen 1, they are the same height. That's it, really)

Knight/Capel-Verse - ~18 feet (No source, and he never stands next to anyone I can measure him against, but because the TFOne director has said that this movie is both canon to the LA movies and its own separate canon, I am assuming the height I figured out for TFOne applies to this universe as well. Until proven otherwise. Capel directed the ROTB movie if you're wondering why his name is there)

One - ~18 feet (No source, I got this number by comparing him to Optimus. Now, I am aware of the TFO heights listed on the wiki, but I reject those numbers on principal. A: Those numbers are sourced from the Walmart Promotional AR Experience that came out before the movie. B: There are three decimal points, and that number does not convert into a whole number in meters (which is originally what I thought was weird about it). C: The director has said that this movie is both canon to the LA movies and its own separate canon, so I have elected to use the few given heights we have from KCV and worked from there. My Optimus post has slightly more context if you want it)

Cyberverse - 20 feet (This comes from a screenshot of this video which has the Cyberverse height chart everyone uses, though the quality of the screenshot is iffy.)

Aligned Cont. WF/FOC/TFP - 26 feet 2 inches (This number comes from Fandom and I completely believe it, even if they don't list their source, because the entirety of this universe is freakishly tall. Go look at my other charts, all the ALC designs are monstrous compared to the others)

TFA V2 - 29 feet 11 inches (Once again, phoenix-inanis did a fuck ton of work, go look at it, it's wonderful -> https://phoenix-inanis.notion.site/TFA-Height-Chart-f6ad2960ca8c4c5b859ee4958723aaa4?pvs=4)

Bayverse - ~30 feet (Ok, so I don't have a source for this one. There used to be one, BV Shockwave used to be listed as 40 feet tall bc of an article done to promote the movie, but that is no longer listed for reasons not known to me, and making some comparisons to Optimus, I have found them to be kinda close in height. It's very hard to actually validate any of this. Shockwave never stands normally next to anything I can use as a ruler at any point in the movie. He's always at a dramatic angle or partially covered by something in the shot. It's so violently frustrating. I am confident he is around this height though, I just can't figure out how much taller than Optimus he is)

And that's it. I didn't have to leave any designs out, all of them are included here (hopefully). It was so nice to work with a character where I wasn't drowning in 20+ designs across every goddamn universe.

Edit: Here are the different layers separated.

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natti-ice · 1 year ago

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boyfriend!eddie and reader having soft sex in the back of his van literally has me on the flooorrr

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ mdni, p in v, creampie, soft sex, praise

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<3

Most nights after being out with Eddie you'd find yourself in the back of his van, you two would sit and talk for hours or make out which obviously lead to more. It always lead to more. You couldn't keep your hands off of him and he definitely didn't mind that at all, the feel of your body against his was enough to make his heart explode.

Right now you two were stripped naked, you laid out on the three person bench, you could feel the leather sticking to your skin as a thin layer of perspiration coated your back. The air was thick and warm from heavy breathing as the passion between you grew. Eddie hovering on top of you holding up one of your legs as he gives you deep and sensual strokes.

You could feel every inch of his love and affection for you as his cock moved in and out of your pussy, he loved fucking you senseless but tonight he wanted to make love.

"You're so beautiful, baby" he says through a shaky breath, his forehead was covered in sweat and his face was bright red but he didn't care about any of that, he was only worried about you.

You let out soft moans of pleasure as his dick stroked your G spot, you gripped onto the back of the seat tightly as the pleasure became too intense. Eddie felt your muscles starting to contract around him signaling your imminent orgasm, he brings his thumb down on your clit and starts to rub it gently.

"Cum for me sweetheart, I'll be right here to catch you." His voice was gentle and soft, you had never heard him speak like that in the almost nine months you had been dating. It made your heart swell by how caring he was to you, this was your first relationship where you felt like you didn't have to ask for love, he just gave it to you.

"Oh Eddie, I'm about to-" before you could finish your sentence your body had reached its peak, your head fell back and your lower half twitched as you came on his cock. He didn't stop rubbing your clit until he felt you had enough, his big goofy smile came into view as you opened your eyes again.

"Such a good girl," he chuckles softly, he slowed down his pace slightly but he wasn't done with you yet. "You look like a goddess when you cum." He leans down and starts kissing down your neck, his warm breath fanning over your skin makes you shiver with excitement. He continues to pump into you as he gently nibbles the tender flesh of your skin, not hard enough to hurt but just the right amount of pressure to make your head spin.

He whispers sweet nothings in your ear to distract you from the sensitivity of your pussy, he knows you can take it but he wants to give you encouragement to push through. "I love you so damn much" he whispers against your ear, "one day I'm gonna make you my bride" he promises you, that right there was almost enough to make you cum again.

A few more pumps later Eddie exploded inside you, he moaned out your name as he filled you up with his seed. He panted hard as he gently laid himself on top of you, care not to crush you with his weight, he brushed his lips against yours before giving you a soft passionate kiss.

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thisapplepielife · 11 months ago

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Written for a @astrangersummer.

Tip Your Driver

Of all the shitty service jobs Steve's had, this one is definitely among the worst.

And he's been stuck working some pretty shitty jobs over the years, both before and after they moved out here. If he hadn't hated the one at the shoe store so much, because ew feet, he wouldn't be doing this in the first place. At least that was in one location, a steady paycheck, and not that far from their apartment. But, he didn't know that feet draw in some weirdos, so here he is, lugging other people's shit around, because he needs the money.

He just sighs as he pulls up in front of the address on the app. He double checks the posted numbers over the garage, and it seems to be the right place. Everything matches enough for him to call it good.

The house is really nice.

It's not in The Hills or anything, so he hadn't expected something so nice.

Now, Steve doesn't mind delivering groceries, not really, but this guy, Eddie it says, ordered a bunch of heavy shit, and the tip was only the mediocre bare minimum. Which, he wasn't that mad about, until right now, after he's seen the house this guy lives in.

No, now he's pretty annoyed.

Whatever. Par for the fucking course from Fancy Pants Rich McGee over here. How the hell you spell chauffeur? Chauffeur. Indeed. Maybe he should make tiktoks about situations just like this. Robin keeps hounding him, saying if he'd just do it, that he could rake in a little extra cash.

He's skeptical.

Steve looks back at the house.

Oh well. He left his money behind for a reason, the only thing he kept was his car because his parents were dumb enough to put it in his name. And honestly? It does him no good to be jealous or whatever the fuck he's feeling right now.

At least this guy had been responsive, and pretty nice, when answering Steve's messages about substitutions and out of stock items. Not everybody is, unfortunately, acting as if Steve is the one stocking the store himself.

Steve opens the back hatch of his car, and leans in to grab the first items to be left at the door, as requested. If they don't see you, they feel less bad about the shitty tip, Steve's learned.

But it's fine. Steve doesn't want to deal with anyone face-to-face today, anyway. Because he needs to hurry. He and Robin are already a couple days late on rent, and he's gotta try to make up the difference today. If not, they're gonna be fucking screwed. Why is this city so goddamn expensive to live in? It's bullshit.

"Let me help," comes the voice right next to him, and Steve jumps, hitting his head on the open hatch door.

Now, he's skipped over annoyed and has been vaulted straight into pissed off.

Partly at himself for being so far in his own head that he didn't even hear this guy approaching, but mainly at this asshole for even being in his personal space in the first place. He needs to take about three big steps back.

"Oh, fuck! Sorry! I didn't mean to startle you!" the guy shouts, and Steve hasn't even seen this asshole yet, but he knows he hates him.

"Most people don't help unload the car," Steve snaps, turning to look at him, and the guy is looking back at him with big, big brown eyes. Robin would call them doe eyes, without a doubt. Well, fuck. Fine. Steve softens his tone, "It's okay. I just wasn't expecting you."

"Sorry," Eddie says again, still too close. "I'm Eddie. I ordered the groceries. Can I help? Please?"

Steve nods, and lets him reach in and grab his own case of water, while Steve picks up a few of the sacks. It's the least the guy can do, now that he's given him a headache. Literally.

Steve carries the sacks towards the porch, and leans over to put them down.

"Just come on in," Eddie says, and the door swings open, banging against the rubber doorstop on the wall.

"Don't bang the door!" comes the yell from the other room, and Steve peers into the house and sees an older guy sitting in a lift chair, with a walker in front of him.

"It's my door, old man, I'll bang it if I want to!" Eddie yells back, but there's no heat there. Steve can hear the teasing affection in his voice, and Steve can't help but smile.

"Don't come crying to me when there's a hole in your wall. Can you patch drywall? Because I can't right now," the guy, probably Eddie's dad the way they're bickering, snaps.

Eddie ignores the question from his dad.

"C'mon, this way," Eddie says, looking over his shoulder at Steve, as Steve lingers on the step.

Well, no. That's not. You don't go in stranger's houses. It's, like, rule one. And just good common sense. Which apparently Steve has none of, because he does follow Eddie into the house.

Robin will kill him, if this Eddie dude doesn't kill him first.

Steve puts the bags down on the counter, and heads back out to make another trip, Eddie following, "That's my uncle. He's just crotchety that he had to have his broken hip replaced, and now he's dependent on me for the near future."

Steve laughs, "Well, maybe don't bang the door and he won't be crotchety."

"You heard me. It's my door," Eddie says, smiling wide. He's pretty, very pretty. Long, dark hair tied up on top of his head, and heavy tattoos all along his arms, creeping up onto his neck.

He's honestly gorgeous.

Steve wonders if he's famous. He doesn't look familiar, but he looks like he could be famous. And his house is pretty fucking nice. This is L.A. Everybody is somehow famous in L.A. Except for Steve and Robin. They are definitely not famous.

Unless he's a tech bro? But he doesn't really look the type.

Either way, famous or not, Steve smiles back, can't not, not when he looks like that, then asks, teasing him, "Well do you know how to patch drywall?"

"Fuck no. But I could hire someone to fix it if the door knob somehow gets through the stopper."

"Well, at least you have a plan," Steve says, and Eddie laughs.

"He just hates the city. Hates my house. Hates everything. Except me. He loves me," Eddie says, as he grabs a case of Gatorade in one hand and the case of pork and beans in the other.

That's a lot of beans.

"That's a lot of beans," Steve says aloud, even if he doesn't mean to, even if he knows better than to comment on other people's groceries.

But Eddie laughs. "Tell me about it. Man likes what he likes, though. There's no changing him now."

Steve nods, grabbing another handful himself. It's nice that Eddie is taking care of his uncle.

"I'm not usually home much, hence all the groceries being ordered at once. Sorry about that. The cabinets were pretty bare, and I just didn't want to leave him home alone. He's still a fall risk, even if he keeps insisting he's not."

"That's okay, I understand. Big orders are more common than you'd think," Steve says, stepping back into the house that he's probably not going to get murdered in, thankfully.

Big orders are common, he's not lying about that, and more often than not, the tips offered for shopping hundreds of items, are less than you'd think. So, this order wasn't even out of the ordinary. Not really. That's why Steve took it. Some pay was better than none, especially today, that's for sure.

"Still. I'm grateful. You saved my ass today, man," Eddie answers.

"Well, it's my job," Steve says, and Eddie laughs.

They finish bringing everything in, and Steve nods at Eddie, "Okay. I think that does it."

"Here," Eddie says, and plucks an envelope off the counter, "I always worry that your tips in the app will get eaten up by the corporate assholes taking their cut off the top. So. Cash is king."

Steve takes the envelope. A tip he doesn't have to report? Why thank you, Eddie.

"Thank you. You didn't have to do this, or help bring it in, you know? But I appreciate both."

Eddie smiles, "Thank you for getting all that shit for us. We both appreciate it. Don't we Wayne?"

Wayne grumbles, but Steve's pretty sure he doesn't appreciate anything right now. He knows he wouldn't either, if he had broken his hip.

They say their goodbyes, and that's that. Steve will never see Eddie with the pretty eyes ever again.

At the next red light, Steve opens the envelope, expecting an extra ten or twenty bucks, maybe, but is shocked to see that there are three, insanely crisp one hundred dollar bills inside.

Holy shit.

That's way more than he usually makes in a single day. Two days, even. Just by delivering one order that he didn't think was gonna pay well at all.

And he got to look at a hot dude for a minute or two.

It's enough to cover what they were short on the rent, even. It might not have felt like a lot of money to Eddie, if he handed it over so readily, but it feels life-changing to Steve, right now. He remembers when three hundred bucks wasn't anything to him either, back when he had access to all his parents' money and all their unhappiness.

Now, it's different.

Robin's gonna shit.

Hot damn.

Thank you, Eddie.

"Booyah," Steve says, slapping the envelope on the counter.

Robin picks it up, and thumbs through it. It has Eddie's tip, and the few extra bucks he picked up during the rest of the day.

"Oh my god, no way! Where did you get this much cash, dingus? Are you turning tricks on the side now?" Robin asks, and Steve laughs.

"Yes. I thought I'd see what I could get for this ass," Steve says, turning and pushing his ass outwards in her direction.

She doesn't even look, but says, "Honestly, you might be worth more than this, as much as I hate to admit it," she comments dryly, and he smiles.

"No, some rich dude that ordered a bunch of heavy shit gave me a big tip," Steve explains.

"That's what she said," Robin teases, and her eyes are still wide as she looks at the bills in her hand, "Seriously, though. Thank you, rich, old dude," Robin says.

"Rich, but not old. I think he might have been famous in some way. YouTuber? Musician? I don't know. Nice house."

"Well. Describe him. Let's Google him," Robin says, wiggling her fingers in the air like she's stretching before this big task she's about to undertake.

Steve isn't sure searching for him is gonna work, but he lets her try, "Eddie. Probably a little older than us. Lots of tattoos."

"Was it Eddie Vedder? Please tell me you know who Eddie Vedder is, dingus?"

He knows who Eddie Vedder is, Jesus.

He gives her a look, "Not that old. And he was heavily tattooed. Is Eddie Vedder tattooed? Plus, this guy had dark eyes. Really dark. And no flannel."

She keeps looking on her phone, showing him options, "Him?"

No.

"Him?"

No.

"Him?"

"No. Not him." None of them are. Nobody she shows him is the same guy. So, he thinks of all the famous Eddies he knows of.

"Was it Eddie Van Halen?" Steve asks.

"Since he's dead, probably not," Robin says.

"Oh," Steve says. He didn't remember that. And he'd be too old, anyway. "We're looking for someone that looks kinda like young Eddie Van Halen. But with tattoos."

"You're obsessed with the tattoos. Was it Ed Sheeran? He has lots of tattoos," Robin asks, and he rolls his eyes.

"Robin. I think I know what Ed Sheeran looks like. This man was not ginger. Dark hair, dark eyes. And he was American. Maybe this guy is just rich? Not famous at all. It doesn't matter. I'll never see him again, anyway. We'll just thank him from afar for saving our asses today."

Robin sighs heavily, and puts her phone down, "If you'd got yourself a rich boyfriend we'd have it made all the time."

"Well, I'll work on that," he says sarcastically.

At least for now, they can pay another month's rent. That's a big win. Huge.

Maybe they can keep their heads above water, now.

And they do, by some sort of miracle. It was only three hundred bucks, but that was enough of a windfall to get them back in the black. And somehow they've stayed ahead since, for nearly two whole months. They haven't been this stable financially since they arrived in town.

Today, Steve flips through the different apps he drives for, trying to decide what order to take, when he sees a huge pizza order. The order is absurdly big, but the tip is decent, and picking up a stack of pizzas is infinitely easier than shopping a whole-ass grocery list. Steve's just seriously questioning if it'll all fit in his car.

He's gonna risk it.

Luckily, it does, but there are pizza boxes piled high in every seat and the rear. He definitely doesn't have hot bags for all of them. Hopefully he doesn't get caught in traffic.

The area seems familiar, but when Steve pulls up in front of the house, he knows why. Eddie. Only, the last time it was groceries, not food, that he delivered here.

There are vehicles everywhere. Clearly some sort of party, Steve thinks, to require this amount of pizza. And as soon as Steve steps out of the car, Eddie is out of the house, being trailed by three other, mostly leather-clad, guys. It'd look threatening, if Eddie wasn't smiling so big.

"Steve! When I saw Steve was my driver, I was like, maybe? But Steve's a common name, and there was no picture, so I didn't get my hopes up, but hey! It is you!" Eddie shouts, moving to the back of the car, "Watch your head this time, sweetheart," Eddie adds, and Steve is sure he's blushing.

He just stands there kind of dumbly, watching as Eddie commandeers his order right out of Steve's vehicle. Eddie's definitely unusual.

Eddie hands stack after stack of pizzas to the waiting guys, making them carry the bulk of it. And Steve watches as they ferry them off towards the house, Steve not having to even lift a finger this time.

Now, it's just him and Eddie standing on the curb.

Eddie holds out an envelope, and Steve looks at it.

"Man, thank you, but you tipped so well last time, you really don't have to again."

"I want to. You provide a service, I want to pay for that service," Eddie says, shaking the envelope, and Steve reluctantly takes it. Whatever is inside, will really help him and Robin stay ahead. It did last time. He's not really in a position to say no, even as well as they are doing at the moment.

"Thank you, truly," Steve says, tucking it into his pocket, "How's your Uncle Wayne's hip?"

Eddie smiles, so fucking wide, "You remembered! He's good. Great. Headed home soon, which I'm certain he's thrilled about. He's definitely never coming here again. I'll have to go home when I want to see him."

Steve laughs, "Glad to hear he's better, if annoyed."

"Do you want to stay?" Eddie asks, "We're having a little going away party for him. The more the merrier. Or, is your shift not over? You could come back?"

Steve doesn't have a shift, he can clock in and out to take orders as he pleases, and right now he'd really like to accept Eddie's offer. Even if it's probably just Eddie being polite. A pity ask, if you will.

"You don't have to invite your delivery driver into your house, you know? I could be a murderer."

"Unlikely," Eddie says, "and I'm not inviting my delivery driver. I'm inviting you, Steve."

Steve thinks over the options, and then nods. He can go in for a bit. If he's uncomfortable, he can get right back on the clock, no harm, no foul.

"Okay, let me park," Steve says, and he does just that. Putting the envelope of cash into the glove box without opening it. He doesn't want Eddie to see him scrounging through it. That feels tacky.

The pizza boxes are already open on every available flat surface in the kitchen and living room, and Eddie shoves a paper plate into Steve's hands, "Eat. Drink. Be merry."

Steve nods, and grabs a slice from the nearest box. He's not picky.

The house is full of people, and a lot of them seem vaguely famous. Like this is an industry thing, instead of a going away party for an old man with a newly not-broken hip.

Steve's worked enough of these events. They tried the catering thing for a while, and it was fine, for Steve anyway. Robin was just a little too clumsy to carry trays of dainty hors d'oeuvres around rooms filled with beautiful women in expensive dresses.

This isn't any of that though. This is cases of beer being chilled in kiddie pools, and dozens of pizzas. Fancy house, but not a fancy party. Steve spots Eddie's uncle sitting by himself on a couch, a beer resting on his knee and a paper plate of pizza on the arm rest.

Nobody else is sitting by him, so Steve goes over, "Can I sit?"

Wayne grumbles something that could be yes, could be no, Steve's not wholly sure, but he chooses to go ahead and sit down beside him.

"How's your hip?" Steve asks.

"Who are you?" Wayne asks, looking at him, suspicious.

"Steve. Uh, a delivery driver? I've brought a couple orders to you guys now. And Eddie invited me to stay."

Wayne nods, and goes back to his plate, "Hip's fine. Ready to go home."

"Where's home?" Steve asks, and he's not sure why. Clearly this man has no interest in making small talk with him.

"Indiana," Wayne says.

"Hey! For me, too. Small world."

"What're you doing in California, then?" Wayne asks. "Trying to get into show biz?"

"No. No way," Steve laughs, "Not for me. Uh, my best friend? Robin? She wanted to move out here. Wanted an adventure. And I wanted her to be happy. So. Here we are."

Wayne nods.

"Did you break your hip in Indiana and Eddie dragged you all the way out here?" Steve asks.

"No," Wayne answers, "I came to visit him and broke my hip before I got out of the airport. This is why I don't take vacations."

Steve smiles, "That's bad luck. Sorry."

Wayne nods his head, and Steve assumes that's the end of this conversation, and they sit in silence for a few moments.

"You're Steve? The one that brought the groceries a few weeks ago?" Wayne asks.

"That's me," Steve confirms.

"He's been talking about you non-stop. I was like, just order more groceries. So, he tried. It was never you. Now we have more food than he'll ever eat. Probably need to take it to the food pantry."

Steve grins, looking down at his plate. He isn't sure what Eddie would want to see him for. They definitely aren't on the same level.

Eddie is across the room, talking wildly with his hands.

"He's a good kid," Wayne says, quietly, "All this? Not him. Not all of him, anyway."

Steve looks back at Wayne, "What do you mean?"

"All this fancy shit. I'm proud of him that their music has done so well. But he's a good kid. And he just wants to be happy."

"Don't we all," Steve says.

"People take advantage. If you're here for the money, for the fame. Just. Move on. Eddie would give it to you. But he wants something more. Needs it, I think."

Steve thinks he could be something more. But he doesn't really have anything to offer Eddie in return, and maybe heeding Wayne's warning wouldn't be such a bad idea. What business does he have getting involved with a famous musician? None.

"Got it," Steve says. "Well, I'm glad your hip healed."

Wayne grumbles at that, and it makes Steve smile.

Steve puts his trash in the can, and looks around. The hallways are lined with platinum records, news articles, and he leans close to read the name. Eddie Munson. Corroded Coffin. He's never heard of them. He'll have to look them up on Spotify.

He doesn't belong here.

He takes one last look at Eddie.

Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin.

He tries to memorize his name, his band, so he can tell Robin later, solving their little mystery.

And then he ducks out of the front door, walking down the long driveway towards his car.

"Hey, Steve! Wait!" Eddie yells from behind him, and Steve slows.

"Hey, man. Thanks for having me," Steve says, turning to look at him.

"You're leaving already?"

Steve nods, "Work, you know."

Eddie nods, "Okay. Well. Come back. Anytime."

"Thanks, Eddie," Steve says, because he's pretty sure Eddie means that, "Enjoy your party. I'm glad Wayne's hip is good as new."

Steve turns to keep walking.

"Steve. Uh," Eddie says, and Steve considers pretending he didn't hear him. It'd be easy. The music is loud, probably pissing off the neighbors, but Eddie keeps talking. "Listen. I like you. Yeah, I know. I barely know you. But. We got good vibes, man. Can you not feel that?" Eddie asks, and when Steve turns to look back at him, he sees that Eddie's hands are shoved deep into his pockets.

He looks nervous.

He's famous, clearly rich, and beautiful. He could have anyone he wants. But he looks nervous talking to Steve. Who delivered the pizza. Make it make sense. Goddamn.

"Eddie," Steve says.

"Do you not feel it? If you don't, I'll leave you alone. I swear. But if you do…"

Steve nods, "I do. But I'm a delivery driver. I live in a tiny apartment that I share with my best friend. We barely make ends meet. You could have anyone. Why would you want me?"

"Because I like you," Eddie says, "and I want to get to know you. I didn't grow up with anything either. I'm not old money. I'm new money. Brand new. So. I'm not that out of touch yet."

Steve smiles. He's old money, he just doesn't have access to it anymore. Eddie's new money, and doesn't know how to handle it. They'd be quite the pair.

Eddie keeps talking, trying to wheedle a date out of him, "Just. Let me take you out. Just us. Let's see if there's anything here," he says, motioning his hand between the two of them.

Steve wants to, he really does.

"Okay," Steve finally says, "nothing fancy. A normal date."

"We can definitely do that," Eddie says, and reaches into his pocket, pulling out his phone. "Let me give you my number."

Steve rattles off his number, Eddie texts him, and it buzzes against Steve's thigh. Already coming through, showing he's serious.

"Dinner? Movie? Bar? You name it," Eddie offers, eyes never leaving Steve's.

"Dinner's good. Nowhere fancy, though," Steve warns.

"Do I look like I like fancy places?" Eddie asks, looking down at his own clothes.

And Steve's eyes cut back to the gorgeous house.

Eddie laughs, "Fair enough. But I don't."

"Can you go out in public? Or are you too famous?" Steve asks. "I'm not familiar with your band, sorry."

Eddie laughs, "I think I like that you aren't, sweetheart. That means that maybe you like me, just for me. And I can go out. Nobody cares about me all that much."

Steve nods. Alright. They can go on one date, and see how it goes.

Well. That's how it goes.

Very, very well.

So well, that Steve's now satisfied and loose in Eddie's bed, when Eddie laughs, rolling into Steve's shoulder, face pressed to his skin. Lips kissing his shoulder, biting at him gently. Playing with him.

"What?" Steve asks, smiling as Eddie slides his hand into his, squeezing. "What's so funny."

"I tipped my driver," Eddie chokes out, laughing around each word, pressing his crotch into Steve's thigh.

Steve laughs, looking down at this ridiculous man clinging to him, "That you did. And damn well."

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cosmicbucky · 2 years ago

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daisies and dances lead to heartfelt romances

summary: you offer to take bucky out a few times so he can practice what it's like to date in the modern world. unbeknownst to each other, both your offer and his acceptance have an ulterior motive

pairing: bucky barnes x female reader

word count: 3845

part: one

warnings: minor swearing, fluff, tony is a dick with a hidden agenda, some angst, soft/shy/grumpy bucky, pet names/nicknames, unknown but mutual pining, oblivious idiots in love, sad bucky, mentions of bucky's struggles

a/n: this is planned to be at least two parts, maybe three.

big thank you to @buckys-wintersoldier for encouraging and supporting me with this!!

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The compound was quiet, softly lit to guide your way to the kitchen. It was late in the night, but not too late that everyone was asleep. Your socked feet were silent on the cold floor, and as you made your way to the fridge you heard laughter coming from the main entertainment room. You smiled to yourself as you went to grab a bottle of juice, focusing in on the conversation being held.

"Come on man! You can't be serious," you heard Sam say, laughter clear in his voice.

"Just drop it, Sam," Bucky replied, warning clear in his voice.

The smile slipped from your face as you closed the fridge with a sigh. You knew that tone. It wasn't Bucky's patented 'my god these people are so annoying' tone. It was his 'the next person who says something is getting thrown into a wall' tone. Which meant he was actually upset over whatever the conversation was about. It was rare for him to really get worked up beyond his usual moody demeanor, and you couldn't help the worry that surged through you.

"Oh, no. No, no this is way too good to drop, Barnes," Tony chimed in with a laugh. You could just picture the smirk on his face, and your feet moved quickly to carry yourself towards the conversation.

Bucky noticed you approach from where he sat, and he sent you a pleading look. Please help me, his eyes screamed.

"Don't tell me you guys are picking on Bucky again," you said, trying to sound casual as you leaned against the wall.

"You mean grumpy mcgee over here? You bet your ass we are," Tony replied happily.

You sighed, rolling your eyes at him. "Why now?"

"This dude can't date to save his life!" Sam spoke up, overly amused about it.

Bucky sank further into the couch, crossing his arms over his chest as he zoned out to somewhere far away, and you felt a pang in your heart at the sight- how can such a large man manage to look so small; so defeated?

"You guys are roasting him because he hasn't been on a date yet?" you asked, your annoyance about it clear in your voice.

It may be a little strange, but you had always felt protective over Bucky. The team often ganged up on him, and besides Steve, you were his closest friend - the two of you took a little while to warm up to each other, but once the ice thawed the two of you were rarely seen without the other. Now, it's not to say you never joined in on teasing him - because you did, quite often - but you knew when to stop. Perhaps it was because he would open up to you about some of the things he felt insecure about during your moonlit talks, the two of you tucked safely under blankets or hidden away somewhere in the compound as you spoke what neither of you could say in the light of day. Or, maybe it was because you just knew him well enough to know whether a topic would upset him or not. Whatever the reason may be for it, you always knew what was okay to say and what wasn't. Bucky would never be able to say how much he appreciated you for that.

"Tinman's been on dates, didn't you know?" Tony asked, grinning at you mischievously. "He just blew them all."

You tried not to let the hurt show on your face. He's been on dates? God, of course he has, look at him.

"Okay, and? You've never had bad dates before?" you asked, letting the anger start to shine through. "Just leave him alone."

Tony rolled his eyes. "Awe, look at that. Mommy dearest to the rescue once again, huh, Barnes?"

You stood up straight as rage surged through you, opening your mouth to tell him where to go. Before you could, Bucky's voice rang out: "Watch your fucking mouth, Stark. Or I'll shut you up myself," he warned, voice eerily calm as he glared at Tony.

Bucky was never really one to speak up when others came at him, more or less just taking it with an eye roll, clenched jaw, or tight smile as they all had their fun. However, once the comments turned towards you, as they always seemed to if you were around (and let's be honest, how often were you not around?), he was quick on his feet to stop them in their tracks, making the room feel so tense that no one else said anything for fear the air around them would actually suffocate them if they opened their mouth.

"Here we go again," you heard Sam mutter to himself. "Alright, I'm out of here. See you guys later," he added, walking out of the room with his hands up in a display of surrender.

He gave you a knowing look as he walked out, ignoring your questioning gaze and instead giving you a loving pat on the shoulder as he passed by. With him now out of sight, you turn your attention back to Tony, waiting for what was to come next.

"Look, all I'm saying-" Tony started, waving his glass around emphatically - amber liquid on the verge of splashing everywhere.

"No one cares what you're saying, Tony," you interrupted, already exasperated from the interaction.

He held up his hand, pointing a finger at you. "Come on, princess. You really gonna take away my fun? Under my own roof?"

"Yes, I am. Can't you take a day off from being a complete dick to him? Just once? We've all seen this show before, Tony, and it always ends the same way," you said, walking further into the room to snatch the glass from his hand, glaring at him as you did so. "And don't call me princess," you seethed, slamming the glass down on the side table behind you.

You didn't want to hate Tony, in all honesty you truly did love him. At the end of the day he was your family, and family wasn't perfect. However, you couldn't keep down the small bubbles of hatred that boiled inside you whenever he started to target Bucky. You didn't see him as family when he waved his disdain for the soldier around like a kite in the wind; you just saw him as a rich douchebag picking on someone beneath him. You hated the way he treated Bucky, and you absolutely loathed the way he made Bucky's voice tremble ever so slightly with self doubt when he lays in your arms in the dead of night, recounting the things Tony said to him that keep him awake, that make old wounds reopen. You loved Tony, but his hatred for Bucky also made you hate him.

"No? Do you only like it when RoboCop calls you that?" Tony asked calmly, a malicious glint shining in his eyes, his smirk growing wider when he saw your expression.

You felt the blood rush to your face, recounting a few of the times that the name had slipped through Bucky's lips; though it was from the haze of sleep and moments of vulnerability, there were few memories you cherished more. "Go to sleep now, princess. I'll be here when you wake up." "Thank you for staying with me, princess." "You're safe now, princess."

"Yeah, I hear a lot of things around here that I probably shouldn't. Now, why don't you lighten up and let me say my piece, princess?" Tony continued with a grin, and it took everything in you to not smack it off his face.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you," Bucky suddenly spat, making you jump slightly - he had fallen so silent you half forgot he was even there. The menace that dripped from his words sent a chill down your spine, and you sent one last glare at Tony before you glanced over your shoulder.

One look over at Bucky as he jumped from the couch told you he had never been more serious. His jaw was tight as his lips pressed together in a fine line, his fists clenched so tightly that the mechanisms in his left arm started to whir and the veins in his right arm shone prominently, his whole body tense as his chest heaved. He took two quick steps forward, but the second you raised your hand to his chest he stopped.

"Buck, it's alright," you said calmly. You knew it wasn't - you were angry, hurt, embarrassed, and a million other things; but you couldn't let Bucky in on that. You had to brush it all off so you could be the calm that Bucky needed in order to tame the never ending storm raging furiously inside him.

Bucky looked down at you with narrowed eyes, as if he didn't understand a word you said. "I'm supposed to just let him talk to you like that?"

If it weren't for the seriousness of the moment, you would have blushed from his words. Instead, you huffed and lightly shoved him away. "Yes, because you're feeding into exactly what he wants, Bucky. You know all he wants is to mess with you."

"Not true," Tony chimed in from behind you. "I want lots of things, pumpkin. In fact, one of those things is Pepper, so I'll be going now. And hey, when you and soldier boy here finally get married, just remember - I'm ordained."

You spared a glance in his direction just in time to see his shit-eating grin before he turned and sauntered happily out of the room.

"Can you two ever give me a fucking break?" you scolded, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Aw don't you start now, too," Bucky whined, tossing his head back slightly as he sighed, making his way back to the couch.

You sighed as well, following in his wake to plop down beside him. You didn't need to say anything, he took one look at you and knew the question that was already dancing on your tongue: what was it about this time?

"Look, it doesn't matter," he huffed out, slumping his shoulders as he looked down at his hands resting on his lap, wringing his fingers together.

“Come on, when have I ever let it go that easily?” you asked, nudging his shoulder.

He let out a humourless chuckle, the corners of his mouth flicking upwards for the briefest of moments as the memories of the countless times you two have been in this situation flashed through his mind.

You could see the turmoil on his face, and you knew he was trying to find a way to express what was going on, so you sat patiently and waited for him to find the proper words.

“I don’t know what the hell I’m doing,” he finally settled on, the words coming out in a rushed breath.

Before you could question him, he carried on with a frown, his brows knit together. “It was so much easier back then, you know? Flash a smile, go to the fair, wear the uniform, whatever. I never had to think about it, but now there’s- there’s just so much…. so much expectation. You bring flowers and you care too much, you don’t bring flowers and you don’t care enough. I-it’s like everything that I do, I should have done the opposite. I can’t get anything right.”

You sat in silence for a moment, his words bouncing around in your head. Each syllable he spoke fractured your heart until it was shattered into bits; but all you cared about as you looked at the broken man in front of you was putting him back together, hoping that your words and your comfort and your care would be enough to put together the delicate pieces of him - the pieces that broke off every time he doubted himself, every time he remembered his past, every time he did something wrong on a mission - the pieces that you picked up and kept safe inside of yourself until you had the chance to give them back to him, gluing them on with whispers of affirmation and promises that everything would be okay in time.

“You never mentioned any of this before,” you said tentatively, the unspoken words why did you keep this from me? hanging in the air. “Is this what they were teasing you about? Your struggle to figure out how to date again?”

He let out a huff of air as he slung his head back to rest against the back of the couch, shaking it lightly as he stared up at the ceiling, his jaw flexing with contemplation. “I didn’t want it to be a big deal, but then Jackass 1 and Jackass 2 found out and ran with it.”

“Okay, well.. walk me through it. Is there someone you want to take out on a date right now? Maybe I can give you some ideas,” you offered softly, the words tasting bitter in your mouth as you spoke them.

He groaned, running his hands over his face before smacking them back down on his legs, his palms dragging across the fabric covering his thighs for a few seconds; a habit, you noticed, that he often did when he was nervous or uncomfortable. “No,” he said flatly, biting down on his tongue to keep the words yes, my delicate little flower, I want to take you out on a date from tumbling out of his mouth.

“No?” you echoed, surprised by the response.

He nodded his head in confirmation. “No,” he repeated, looking at you. Taking in your expression, he carried on. “Like, no there isn’t anyone. I don’t- I didn’t even want to go on those dates, but… I couldn’t- I mean, I kinda just…. felt like I needed to."

There was so much he left unsaid at this moment. So much he wanted to say, needed to say - not only just to get it off his chest, but because he believed that you deserved to know. Every time he looked at you he had the burning desire to bare his soul to you, to tell you all the things he kept buried away in the deep recesses of his mind, locked away in a vault only you could open. He wanted to tell you that he still feels so out of place, that most days when he was out in this new world he suddenly resembled a child who was lost amongst a crowd of scary and unfamiliar things - desperately searching for something he recognized that he could cling to. He wanted to tell you that you were the familiar thing he found to cling to, that he carried you in his head and in his heart every time he was out; that when things got too overwhelming he closed his eyes and recalled the encouraging words you always told him, that when that wasn't enough he called you with some lame excuse just so he could ground himself with your voice - "Hey, doll. What was the name of that bakery you took me to the other week? I'm thinking of getting more of those cookies we liked." He had saved the bakery's location to his phone (something he knew how to do thanks to you) the second he saw how your eyes sparkled when you got there, just to make sure he could always find it and pick things up for you. "Hey, so, I just got yelled at because I walked by and ruined someone's… what the fuck was it? It has to do with a clock or something? Does that sound like something you know? Please tell me what the hell that is because I feel like I'm going insane." He knew what it was. He had downloaded the app after he witnessed how much it made you laugh, and he had an endless amount of saved videos that he thought you would like, but for some reason wasn't brave enough to show you. "Okay, I’m out shopping - and don't laugh because this is a serious question - do you think I would look good in pink?" He vividly remembered your words from a few months ago, when he was burritoed in your fuzzy pink blanket during movie night, and you told him so casually that he should start wearing pink because it complimented his eyes. He wanted to tell you that you were the only thing in this universe that could still the incessant maelstrom that was his mind. That when he was out on those dates the storm raged on more intensely than ever, but one look or word from you and everything was quiet; not even a trace of rain.

He wanted to tell you. But he didn't. He couldn't. He wouldn't. Oh, but he needed to-

"You wanted to try to fit in," your gentle voice pulled him from his thoughts, his head snapping to look at you. To see your eyes, full of understanding. To see your lips, pulled into a sad smile - but not one of pity, one that said all you wanted was to help him through yet another battle he was fighting with himself.

"Yeah," he sighed. "Yeah. I guess I just figured.. well, I don't know. Everyone kept saying how I needed to get out there. That dating was the next best step I could take to try and….. to- to understand how to live in this world better. I just wanted things to make sense again, but now I'm even more lost and confused than before I even went on those god damn dates."

You tried to keep your face even, to not let him see how sad it made you to hear the way his voice wavered when he told you what was going on. To not let him know that you sensed how small he was feeling, how even though his broad frame still shadowed you as you both sat there, he had never seemed so small.

"Well…. take me on a date," you suggested, not taking the time to even think about it.

Bucky swore the whole room started to spin. His mouth ran dry and his heart hammered so heavily in his chest that he was convinced you could hear it. He knew he heard you wrong, he wasn't lucky enough to have a girl like you. The world was cruel, and he knew that the one sliver of hope that he had for a truly blissful life would never be fully his. That one day it would leave him, just like everything else throughout the years, as you found yourself in the arms of someone else. He would never have you the way he wanted you, the way he needed you. He knew that. So he had to have misheard you. "Come again?"

Your whole face lit up when he asked this, and Bucky could feel himself coming undone. Your hands on his arm when you grabbed him in excitement suddenly felt so different than in the past. It used to feel warm, comforting, calming; but for some reason this time it sent a jolt of fire and electricity through him, and he never wanted to lose that feeling. He wanted to feel it again, feel it always, feel it forever.

“Yeah! Oh, it would be great, Buck! We can go on a few dates, and I can help you find your footing with it all before you get back out there,” you said excitedly. You purposely overinflated your smile so he wouldn’t see the way your lips faltered with the struggle of getting out the last part, diverting your gaze for the smallest of moments so he wouldn’t see the way your eyes dimmed with the thought of him being with someone else.

Bucky shifted where he sat, opening and closing his mouth a few times as his mind went into overdrive trying to think of a response. Every fiber of his being was screaming at him to say yes, but then there was a small piece of him that knew it wouldn’t end well - the piece that knew how he truly felt about you, the piece that knew it would easily be tricked into thinking these dates actually meant something to you; because lord knows they would mean the world and more to him. Bucky wanted to say yes, but he knew he had to say no. He had to say no because it wouldn’t be fair to you - you were offering to help him and he would be taking advantage of your kindness, using it to get to see you in a light he’d never be able to otherwise. He had to say no because saying yes could ruin everything. He may not be able to go back to the way it was before these dates, too addicted to ever quit you. He had to say no, for your sake, because it was a selfless offer. Bucky, however, was selfish when it came to you.

“You know, doll… that may not be the worst idea I’ve ever heard,” he had said, giving you a lopsided smile. Your eyes lit up once more as you grinned at him, and no matter how hard he tried to keep his composure he couldn’t help but mirror your expression, feeling as giddy as he did the first time he was allowed to stay up late as a kid.

“Excellent choice, Barnes,” you said playfully. “I swear you won’t regret it, it’ll be really fun. Just you and me, no expectations.”

Bucky nodded, shifting his head to scratch his jaw so you wouldn’t see the light frown that danced across his lips for a moment. “No expectations,” he repeated, careful to keep his voice level. “I can work with that.”

“Good,” you said softly, nodding a little. “I’ll give you some time to think about it and plan something, and you can just let me know whenever you wanna go on date number one.”

He was silent for a minute, taking the time to carefully churn the words over in his mind before answering. He didn’t want to make it obvious, but he knew immediately what he wanted to do. How could he not? All he ever did was look for new things he thinks you’d like, find himself dreaming of where he’d take you if he ever got the chance. Sure, you guys have done lots of things together before - brunches, lunches, dinners, movie nights, events, parties; you name it. Though there was never any meaning with any of those, it was always just friends spending time together. How were either of you supposed to know you each wished they meant something more? Heaven forbid you two would actually say how you felt.

"No need," Bucky said, rising from the couch with a small chuckle, looking down at you with the smile he reserved only for you. The one that skillfully said everything and nothing all at once. “Lunch. Tomorrow.”

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allthingsfangirl101 · 8 months ago

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Not-So Good Cop – Timothy McGee

Trigger Warning: violence, mention of rape

"Grab your gear," Gibbs said as he walked into the squad room. "We got a Navy Lieutenant who was attacked in her home."

"Dead?" McGee asked.

"Worse," Gibbs sighed.

"What's worse than dead?" DiNozzo asked.

"Raped."

The three drove to the crime scene in silence. They didn't usually, but things were done differently when it was a case like this. They didn't make jokes. They didn't act childish. They were gentle and respectful.

"Wait. . ." McGee mumbled.

"What's wrong?" Gibbs asked.

"Nothing," McGee stuttered. "It's just. . . Y/N lives in this building."

"Ohhhh," DiNozzo said singsongy. "Lieutenant McGirlfriend lives here. Maybe we'll run into her."

They headed to the Navy Lieutenant's apartment and McGee froze when they reached the door.

"It can't be," he whispered.

"What?" Gibbs asked.

"Y/N lives here." Without saying anything else, McGee walked into the apartment. Gibbs and DiNozzo shared a look before quickly following McGee.

The second McGee walked into his girlfriend's room, his stomach plummeted. She was sitting on her bed, tears streaming down her face, tightly holding onto her robe which was wrapped around her body, as she talked to a female police officer.

"I'm sorry, sir," another officer stopped him in the doorway. "This is an active crime scene. I can't let you in."

"He's NCIS," Gibbs said, appearing behind McGee. "And she is. . ."

"Tim?"

Everyone turned when Y/N shakily said McGee's name. She let out a small sob as she stood up and ran over to him. She jumped in his arms and he instantly caught her.

"I'm here, baby," he whispered.

"It was horrible!" She sobbed. McGee tightened his arms around her as she buried her face in his chest.

"She's a Navy Lieutenant and he's an NCIS agent," Gibbs finished explaining to the officer. "Not to mention that they've been dating for over a year."

"Oh," the officer said, his eyes still on Y/N shaking in McGee's arms.

"We can handle it from here," Gibbs said. "Thank you."

"Y/N," McGee whispered. "Can you tell me what happened?"

She looked up at him with a teasing glint in her eyes. "Are you asking as my boyfriend or an NCIS agent?"

"Both?" McGee shrugged.

"No offense, Tim," Y/N sighed as she tucked back into his chest, "but I think I'd rather have NCIS Special Agent Timothy McGee right now."

"How about NCIS Special Agent Boyfriend?"

"Okay," Y/N chuckled weakly.

McGee grabbed her hand and led her out of the room. He looked around when he saw all the people in her apartment. They sat down on the couch and Y/N instantly tucked into his chest. McGee looked up at Gibbs and sent him a pleading look before glancing down at Y/N.

"DiNozzo, clear the room," Gibbs whispered.

"On it, boss," DiNozzo said. He started to walk away but stopped. He looked over at Y/N in McGee's arms and his heart sank. When he saw how tightly McGee was holding onto Y/N, he gently added, "Let's find this son of a bitch."

"Y/N," McGee whispered, "what happened tonight, baby?"

"I was getting ready for bed," she started to explain shakily. "All of a sudden, there was this loud bang. I still don't know what it was."

"The door was kicked in," McGee explained gently.

"Oh," she said, her voice breaking. "He came out of nowhere. He hit me so hard it knocked me out. I woke up to him. . . on top of me."

"I tried to get him off of me," she started to explain quickly as she quickly pulled out of McGee's hug. "I fought and I fought. But he kept hitting me. He put his hands around my neck at one point, Tim. I was scared. . . I thought he'd. . . I couldn't breathe."

When Y/N started sobbing, McGee pulled her back into his chest. All he could think about was how badly he wanted to find this guy and hurt him.

"I'm sorry," McGee heard through Y/N's sob. He pulled out of the hug and turned Y/N toward him.

"What on earth are you sorry for, baby?" He asked as he reached up and caught a tear with his thumb. "Y/N, this was not your fault. Nothing you did caused this. You're the victim here. And I am going to find this son of a bitch and make him pay for hurting you."

"Tim. . . He. . . You know what he did to me," she barely got out.

"I know," McGee said. His eyes softened when he realized what Y/N was so worried about. "Baby, this doesn't change anything."

"But. . ."

"It doesn't change anything between us," he gently cut her off. "Y/N, nothing some coward does is going to change how I feel about you."

"You still love me?" She asked, her voice breaking. McGee leaned in and gently pressed his lips to hers. He broke the kiss and smiled at her, keeping his face inches from hers.

"Nothing would ever make me stop loving you."

* * * * *

Ever since she was attacked, Y/N's been staying at McGee's place and McGee hasn't left her side. He wanted to go in and stay at NCIS until he found this son of a bitch, but he didn't want to leave Y/N alone. And Y/N didn't want him to leave her.

McGee woke up after a rough night of Y/N barely sleeping. He looked over to see her finally getting some rest. He jumped when his phone started ringing. He quickly answered it to turn off the ring but didn't say anything.

McGee quietly left his room and slightly closed the door to keep from waking Y/N up as he answered the phone.

"McGee!" DiNozzo yelled the second McGee answered the phone. "We got a lead on the bastard that attacked Y/N."

"Really?"

"He tried to attack another Navy Lieutenant last night. They caught him on a neighbor's ring camera. Abby's running facial recognition on the creep now." DiNozzo paused before adding, "I thought you and Y/N would want to know. How is she?"

"She's. . . better," McGee sighed.

"She still not sleeping through the night?"

"No," McGee said as he sat on his couch. "It takes a long time for her to fall asleep and then when she is asleep, she wakes up to the slightest noise. It seems like everything scares her now. I can't even leave the room without her getting scared."

DiNozzo was silent for a while before saying gently, "Stay with her. I'll call you if we get a hit on the BOLO."

After McGee hung up with DiNozzo, he leaned his head on the back of his couch and closed his eyes. After a few minutes of silence, he stood up and went back to his room. When he walked in, he was surprised to see Y/N awake. She was sitting against the headboard, clutching a pillow to her chest.

"Hey, gorgeous," he said gently as he walked over and sat next to her. The second he was by her side, she turned and cuddled into his chest. "Did you get any sleep?"

"A little," Y/N mumbled. McGee heard her take a few breaths that soon turned into soft sobs. "I can't stop thinking about it, Tim."

"I'm so sorry, baby," McGee whispered. "I wish, more than anything, that I could change what happened. What I can tell you is that it'll go away."

"When?"

"I don't know," he sighed. "I wish I did, but I don't. There is some good news though. The team got a lead."

"They what?" She stuttered as she slightly pulled out of his arms.

"Tony just called me," he explained. "He said that there was a guy who tried to attack another woman in the Navy last night. They caught him on the security camera. Abby is trying to identify him from the recording."

"That's. . . Good, right?"

"It is," McGee said quickly. "It's really good, baby. My team is the best group of NCIS agents we have. Especially when it comes to family."

"I'm not family," she blushed. "At least not yet."

McGee leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. He broke the kiss and smiled at her. "My team loves you. I love you. We'll find this son of a bitch. For you."

* * * * *

It took a couple of days, but eventually, McGee's team found the man who attacked Y/N.

McGee slowly hung up his phone and looked up to see Y/N making lunch. She didn't notice when he walked into the kitchen. She turned around with two plates in her hands and stopped when she finally noticed him.

"Hey, you," she said softly. "Who called you?"

"Tony," McGee answered her as he walked over to her. She was about to put down the two plates but froze when he said, "They got him, baby."

"They what?" She stuttered. McGee took the plates out of her hands and gently put them on the counter.

"My team caught him, Y/N. DiNozzo called me to tell me that they found him and were bringing him back to NCIS."

"So," she said slowly after thinking about it for a second, "it's over?"

"Almost, gorgeous," he whispered.

"Almost?" She stuttered.

McGee hesitated before explaining, "I need to take you to NCIS so you can ID the man they caught as the man who attacked you."

"You want me to. . . I don't know, Tim. I don't think I can. . . I can't face him."

When McGee noticed Y/N slowly start to go into a panic attack, he gently grabbed her arms.

"I am not putting you in a room with that monster," he reassured her. "I promise, baby. All you have to do is stand in the observation room and tell us if he was the one who attacked you. He won't even know you're there."

"Promise?" She asked, her voice soft.

"I promise." McGee could see that something was bothering her. "Is there something else on your mind?"

Y/N hesitated before finally asking McGee, "Do I have to do this alone?"

"Of course not," McGee said quickly. He pulled her into his chest and wrapped his arms around her. "I will be by your side the entire time."

McGee kept his promise. He held her hand the entire drive to NCIS. He kept his arm wrapped around her the entire elevator ride up. He led her through the squad room and into the observation room. When they walked in, McGee's team looked at the two.

"How are you feeling, Lieutenant?" Gibbs asked gently.

"I'm okay," she shrugged as she stepped closer to McGee.

Gibbs walked over and lowered his voice. "It's almost over, Y/N. All we need you to do is tell us if the guy we have in the other room is the same one who attacked you. Once you do that, you can go home and we will take it from there."

Y/N looked at McGee and nodded. McGee kept his arm wrapped around Y/N's waist as DiNozzo switched on the light in the interview room.

"Lieutenant," Gibbs said gently, "is this the man that attacked you three nights ago?"

Y/N's eyes filled with tears as she tightly grabbed onto McGee. She tried to form words but they got stuck in her throat. All she could do was picture everything that happened that night.

"Just nod, baby," McGee whispered. She covered her mouth to try and stifle the sob. The tension in the observation room thickened when Y/N nodded her head.

Y/N jumped when Gibbs knocked on the window. She tucked into McGee's chest before she finally let her sob out. McGee caught her when her legs gave out.

"Get her out of here," Gibbs whispered. "She doesn't need to be here anymore. We can handle the rest."

With his arms still wrapped tightly around her, McGee led her out of the observation room. They left the room and were walking down the hallway when Abby came running toward them.

"Y/N!"

McGee smiled when Abby pulled Y/N from him and wrapped her in her arms. They pulled out of the hug and started talking. McGee didn't bother to interrupt. This was the first time since Y/N was attacked that she smiled and acted a little like herself.

"McGee."

He turned around to see Gibbs walking out of the room. "I want you to interview him."

"Are you sure?" McGee asked. "What about Rule number 10?"

"It goes out the window when the bastard attacks the woman you love," Gibbs said simply. He patted McGee on the back as he added, "Go get him, McGee. I'll be in the observation room if you need me."

McGee looked over his shoulder to see Y/N talking to Abby. He slowly turned back to Gibbs and tried to control his anger.

"I won't be the one who needs help."

* * * * *

Abby took care of Y/N while McGee interviewed the man who attacked the woman he loves. His name was Louis Jackson. Apparently, he was kicked out of the Marine training camp for coming onto his female superior. Because of that, he's been going around to Navy bars and attacking women. Y/N was the first woman he followed home.

And McGee couldn't wait to ask what made Jackson follow Y/N home.

With the file clenched in his hand, McGee walked into the interrogation room. DiNozzo and Gibbs shared a look as McGee sat across from Jackson.

"Are we sure this is a good idea?" DiNozzo asked. "McGee is gonna kill him."

"Wouldn't you if the woman you loved was attacked by this slime ball?"

"Exactly," DiNozzo chuckled. "McGee loves Y/N more than he's ever loved a girl. I saw the way he held her as she cried in her apartment the other day. While he was holding her, I saw the anger in his eyes. And I've never seen that kind of anger in Tim."

Gibbs was slightly taken back when DiNozzo called McGee by his first name.

"We are about to see a different side to him, boss," DiNozzo said gently. "To be honest, I'm worried about him."

"Then go."

"What?"

"Go in there with him," Gibbs clarified. "Not to take over the interrogation, but to have his back."

DiNozzo nodded before leaving the observation room and walking into the interrogation room. McGee didn't say anything as DiNozzo walked in. DiNozzo sent McGee a nod as he positioned himself behind him.

"Where were you two nights ago?" McGee asked, already struggling to keep his anger under control.

"Hanging with my buddies, watching a football game," Jackson said a little too quickly.

"What football game?" McGee asked. He didn't bother to hide his smirk when Jackson opened and closed his mouth.

"I don't know," Jackson said slowly. "We were a little focused on the drinking part."

"You got that part right," DiNozzo mumbled. Jackson looked over McGee's shoulder and glared.

"Where were you three nights ago?" McGee asked, his jaw clenched.

"I don't remember," Jackson said as he leaned back in the chair.

"What kind of bars do you like to attend?" McGee tried to bait him.

"You can cut the act," Jackson sighed. "I know what game you're playing. You, the good cop, are laying out everything you know before the other guy comes in and bashes my head in."

"Are you saying I'm the good cop?" McGee chuckled, instantly making DiNozzo nervous.

McGee grabbed Jackson's arm and pulled him forward. He used his other hand to force Jackson onto the table.

"What the hell?!" Jackson yelled. "Get this guy off of me!"

DiNozzo looked between McGee and Jackson and put his hands up in defense. "Hell no," he laughed. "I ain't getting in between you and Agent McRocky. Plus, I wasn't the one who attacked Lieutenant Y/L/N."

"This is about that little tease?"

McGee twisted his arm, cutting him off and making him yell out in pain.

"I wouldn't talk about his girl like that," DiNozzo chuckled.

"I am far from the good cop," McGee sneered into the guy's ear. "You attacked the woman I love. The only reason I haven't killed you is because she needs me."

McGee twisted his arm a little more before finally letting him go.

"You have no proof," Jackson tried to scoff but both McGee and DiNozzo could tell he was bluffing.

"We have a ring camera video of you and we have multiple witness statements. Every single one of the women you've attacked has given us police sketches that look just like you. You have even been identified."

"That little skank IDed me, didn't she?" Jackson asked through his teeth.

McGee went to grab him but DiNozzo stopped him before continuing, "We have all the evidence we need to lock you up for a looooonnnng time, Jackson. We don't even need your confession."

"Then why did you drag me in here?" He asked through his teeth.

"You can call it a professional courtesy," McGee said through his clenched jaw.

"In other words," DiNozzo gently corrected, "we're giving you one chance to come clean and maybe, maybe, we can talk to the judge."

The two agents stared at Jackson and waited for him to confess. He glared right back at them as he tried to cover the pain. McGee and DiNozzo shared a look. McGee closed the file and stood up. The two loudly talked as they left.

"Too bad," DiNozzo sighed. "I was sure he was gonna take the plea deal and only go to prison for the last two attacks."

"I know," McGee said, almost choking on the words. "Now he's looking at twenty-five years instead of ten, maybe eight with good behavior."

McGee's hand was on the doorknob when Jackson spoke up. "Wait!" McGee and DiNozzo shared another look before slowly turning around, acting like they didn't set this up.

"Did you have something you wanted to say?" DiNozzo asked overly nice.

"Talk more about this plea deal."

* * * * *

After finalizing the details, McGee felt like a giant weight was lifted off his shoulders. He and DiNozzo walked out of the interrogation room the same time that Gibbs walked out of the observation room.

Gibbs looked at McGee with an unreadable expression on his face. "How are you feeling?" He asked McGee.

"I'm fine," McGee sighed.

"You're tired," Gibbs said with a soft chuckle. "Why don't you find Y/N and take her home? DiNozzo can finish Jackson's paperwork."

"You're okay with that?" McGee asked, turning toward DiNozzo.

"Not really. . ." DiNozzo started to say but Gibbs cut him off with a slap to the back of his head. "I mean, absolutely. I am one hundred percent okay with it, McGee. Take your girl home."

"Thanks," McGee said with a small chuckle. He patted DiNozzo's shoulder as he handed him the file and turned on his heel, heading toward Abby's lab.

He was just outside Abby's lab when he heard the two girls laughing. Instead of interrupting them, McGee leaned against the doorway and watched them interact. Whatever story Y/N was telling had the both of them in tears.

"Tim!" Y/N gasped when she noticed him watching them. He laughed as she hopped off the stool and ran toward him. She jumped into McGee's arms, almost knocking them both down. She pulled out of their embrace and looked up at him. "Is. . . Is everything okay? I mean. . . Is it over?"

McGee reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. His heart sank when he saw the hope in her eyes that was hiding behind the fear.

"It's over, baby."

#timothy mcgee imagines #timothy mcgee fanfic #timothy mcgee imagine #timothy mcgee x reader #timothy mcgee #NCIS #NCIS fanfic #NCIS imagine

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slippery-soapbox · 7 months ago

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Just thinking about what people call HIM

His father and L.J. call him Leroy, as does the rest of Stillwater

Shannon is the first to call him Gibbs and continues to their whole relationship

Many Marines and other people affiliated with the armed forces still call him Gunny years after active duty

including Mike Franks, who also calls him Probie, as well as others from his NIS days like Vera who still calls him that 22 years later

Diane brings back Leroy, whereas Rebecca seems to be the only one who has used J as a nickname

Ducky largely addresses him as Jethro, sometimes changing to his surname when referencing him to others

Jenny Shepard, Stephanie Flynn, Ellen Wallace, and Hollis Mann all go for Jethro, all women he had relationships with but he met at or through work (Ducky recounts introducing Stephanie to him and now they no longer speak)

Some people opt for the more formal Special Agent Gibbs and even Sir, like Jimmy Palmer or Dorneget when they're feeling especially intimidated or deferential (Special mention for the one time Abby called him Ma'am)

Phineas committed to Jethro Gibbs every time, matching with how he first introduced himself

Tony and McGee are partial to Boss but by the end it's truly become a term of endearment rather than any reference to hierarchy

While the three women on the team default to Gibbs in each of their era - Ziva calls him Boss the least, Kate in the middle, with Ellie most and she clearly picked up the habit from DiNozzo and Tim

Most recently we've learned about Ruth, Leroy's best friend (declared by her) and big sister (declared by him) , who first read his name in a newspaper and later off a lease

"You can call me anything you want"

#ruth orozco #ncis #ncis origins #leroy jethro gibbs #shannon gibbs #austin stowell #mark harmon #i got personally involved #everyone needs a code they can live by

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signor-signor · 15 days ago

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Wander Gives Craig McCracken a Call

This is based on the little note Wander had on his desk when he (finally) got a big part to play in one of Chibiverse’s episodes. We know Craig is a busy man, so what follows is something I imagined to be Wander’s voicemail to him.

Hi there, Craig. It’s me, Wander. I just wanted to call to see how you’re doin’ and give you an update.

We were told you did pretty great on Kid Cosmic at Netflix. Congratulations! Before you moved there, we knew that show as The Kid from Planet Earth. I wonder how Kid, his grandpappy, his cat, and the rest of the folks are doing since their show got a satisfying conclusion. Let me know whenever you can!

As far as family goes, how are you and Lauren right now? I heard you had a daughter after you ceased production on our show - I say again, congratulations! Did she get to watch our show? Have my teachings taught her to be helpful to others? I’d LOVE to hear what a sweet young lady she’ll turn out to be! You and Lauren must be pretty proud parents, just like Dracor and Demurra. Y’know, since the public doesn’t know the names of their children yet, we’ve been calling ‘em Girl One, Girl Two, and Dragon Boy.

Oh, that reminds me.

It’s been nine years since the second season finale aired, and I couldn’t be happier knowing Lord Hater single-handedly stopped Dominator and saved the galaxy. Let’s be honest, though, our show is still far from complete. After saving the galaxy, Hater is still intent on conquering it and he still doesn’t think of himself as my buddy. And guess what. I’m already aware of the crash-landed space pod cliffhanger in the end credits of the episode - that’s CLEARLY indicative of unfinished business. Also, the viewers didn’t get to see what happened to the other villains. You know, Awesome, Screwball, Sourdough, etcetera etcetera. Why leave their fates unknown to the rest of the world? Know what I’m sayin’?

And Hater, well, he was LIVID at the idea of being abandoned after our show was left on the cliffhanger, especially after the hard work he did and the praise he so rightfully deserved. What REALLY gets under his nonexistent skin, though, is that the show is constantly overshadowed by the overrated shows, most especially Gravity Falls - he still blames it, as well as Star vs. the Forces of Evil, for our show’s misfortune. That, and knowing that you, the creator, had seemingly given up on us after the bosses decided to cancel the show. That’s his perspective, not mine. I know he tried to leave the vault and threatened to attack all characters from all shows that got “WAY too much love and/or more than two seasons,” including Fish Hooks. Fortunately, this mysterious group called Star Force Enforcement Force are preventing him from causing any harm to anyone. Grop knows what they look like - they have to conceal themselves in sheets until the public gets a chance to see them.

Me? I had to cope with the injustice done to the show by attending biweekly meetings at Underappreciated Cartoons Anonymous held by Bumblelion from the Wuzzles. Some other characters from shows that got very little love and less than three seasons go there, too. Hailey Banks is our latest addition - we haven’t had any more female characters in the group since 2006. Sounds pretty absurd, right? Hailey herself has been bothered by the fact that Kiff is getting more love than she ever could, and honestly, I don’t blame her. And Molly McGee? Well, I tried to invite her when her show concluded after two seasons, but she’ll consider it if she doesn’t get as much recognition as Anne Boonchuy and Luz Noceda do. By the way, Bumblelion told me that if he ever looses his voice actor like Moosel did his, he’d appoint me the leader of the support group. After all, nobody else can do what I do when it comes to helping folks in many ways.

I gotta ask you, did those executives really think they were in the right when they denied you one more season to tell more stories featuring me, Sylvia, Hater, Peepers, and all the other folks in the galaxy? Did they not think firsthand how the fans would feel about the show being cut short? Did most viewers judge me before they got to know me? Is that why I wasn’t popular enough to get a third season?

This doesn’t make a lick of sense to me. How could a cartoon show created by you, the genius behind The Powerpuff Girls and Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends, and produced by Disney, a globally renowned entertainment company, become so grop-darned underappreciated?! Forgive me for shouting. It’s pretty hard to be positive in a place that’s practically populated by pessimistic people. When you’ve been in the vault without accomplishing your primary goal (in my case, befriending Lord Hater) as long as I have, you start to get a little antsy. In fact, not being able to accomplish your primary goal could drive you to behave how I behaved in that Season 1 episode, The Box.

I need to tell you there are fans who still want to know more about Season 3. Most fans won’t have a reason to stay in the fandom if they don’t get more details. Some others may start behaving the way I did in that aforementioned Box episode. After all, you DID let them know you had the plans and led them to believe it would be just as amazing as Season 2. Why do you think Peepsqueak launched the Save W-O-Y campaign? Some fans have been trying to carry all that weight ever since that person stopped taking charge. To me, it just doesn’t seem right that no one speaks up about our show’s unfinished business as frequently as they should.

Craig, what I’m trying to say is, don’t let Disney’s decision make you think the world will never see your plans for S3. If you’re still adamant that they won’t bring back the show, there must be some way for the fans to know more about those plans. An art book, a digital file, a documentary about you and your works, anything. Yes, I realize Phineas and Ferb’s show has been revived because it’s REALLY popular, but who’s to say a not-so-popular and incomplete show can’t get the same privilege? It doesn’t have to be a full season. It could be anything, just as long as it shows Star Force Enforcement Force, Lord Hater’s backstory, that space-faring ape, the Star Nomad bringing folks to their home planets, and other important things. All I ask is that while you’re working on Foster’s Funtime, please put “Give Wander’s show a proper conclusion” on your To-Do list. We still have the fans, and I’m confident they’ll boost interest in the show and whatever happens after Season 2.

Anyhoo, I should probably let you get back to work soon. Thank you, Craig, for hearing me out. I really do hope Disney’s new bosses will eventually come to grips with our show’s status and invite you over to finish it your way once you’re done with your current projects. Hater once said in a presentation two years ago, “Giving up is quitting, and quitters never win.” Are you a quitter? Of course not! We wouldn’t want his last words in the show to be “AAHHHHH! WE’RE NOT YOUR BUDDIES!”, would we? I still wish to make him a full-fledged good guy before we truly close the book on the show. Until then, have fun with your creative endeavors! Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to help Sylvia prepare for her presentation. Give my best regards to Bloo and the other imaginary friends! Bye!

#Wander Over Yonder #Wander #SaveWOY #FinishWOY #Disney Television Animation #Craig McCracken

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callmebrycelee · 14 days ago

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9-1-1: FLASHBACK

I want to talk about an episode that isn’t particularly popular but it’s one of my favorite episodes because of how touching it is. So, today I will be reacting to the season three, sixteenth episode “The One That Got Away” which originally aired on April 27, 2020 on FOX. The episode was written by David Fury and directed by Millicent Shelton. So, hold on tight and don’t let this episode get away!

Recap

In typical 9-1-1 fashion, we begin with an emergency. A fire, to be more specific. I will admit, one of the things I found lacking about this show on my initial binge is the lack of actual fires being put out. Then an acquaintance of mine, a former first responder, explained to me that nowadays firefighters aren’t just fighting fires. They’re dealing with traffic accidents, rescues, medical emergencies, and hazardous chemical situations. Now that I understand that, it makes the moments where we do get an emergency involving a structure being on fire even more special. So, as I said, we have a fire. There’s a residential building on fire and we see the 118 working to both put out the fire and rescue occupants trapped inside. Hen tends to an elderly man named Anton (played by) who tells her he’s been experiencing nausea for several days. He tells her he’s been taking a lot of antacid. Hen believes Anton may have an excess of calcium in his blood, most likely due to an undiagnosed thyroid condition. Anton asks about someone named Gladys and Hen assures him she has her best boys looking for Gladys. Speaking of best boys, Buck and Eddie are looking for Gladys who is a deaf woman. They go up to the roof of a neighboring building and jump over to the building currently on fire. Buck repels down the side of the building and crashes through the window of her apartment. He gets her out of harm’s way and as they’re both repelling down the side of the building to safety, there’s an explosion. The explosion catches their line on fire and thankfully they land on the inflatable airbag below. Everyone is safe. Gladys and Anton are reunited. It’s such a sweet moment. Meanwhile, Hen and Chimney transport Anton to the hospital. A group of doctors and nurses on standby greet them at the door and Hen tells them about Anton’s potential thyroid condition.

Back at the station, Buck is in a celebratory mood and wants to go out. Unfortunately, the others all have an excuse not to join him. Buck is dejected but decided to go out anyway. He ends up at a local watering hole frequented by firefighters and strikes up a conversation with a retired firefighter named Red Delacroix (played by Jack McGee). Red reminiscences about the good ole’ days and says to Buck the only time he and his old unit get together is for funerals. Buck then learns Red never got around to starting a family because he was too consumed with the firehouse, being the best, and saving lives. Meanwhile, over at Bobby and Athena’s, the two enjoy a quiet, kid-free evening when Hen shows up unannounced. Hen tells Bobby she heard on the radio there was a fatality from the residential fire. She tells him the person who died was Anton. Bobby says he thought Anton was fine and Hen says he should have been. She tells Bobby that she gave the nurse at the hospital a full rundown on what was going on with Anton and suggested they do an EKG. Bobby tells her he will make a call. After making the call, Bobby says the official cause of Anton’s death was cardiac arrest. Hen is shocked by the news and tells Bobby she told the hospital staff that Anton might have hypercalcemia. Bobby suggests maybe they missed it because they were dealing with other patients from the fire. Hen is upset because she did her job, but the hospital didn’t do theirs.

Buck, being an absolute gentleman, walks Red back to his apartment. Buck sees a photo of Red’s old house – the Fighting 134 – hanging on the wall. Buck also learns that Red is the man’s nickname, and it was given to him because he was a bit of a hothead – much like Buck. The similarities continue when Buck notices a photo of a young Red with a woman. When he asks Red about the lady in the picture, Red tells him that’s the one that got away. Red says they were going to get married but she got tired of competing with the job. Red asks Buck if he has anybody and he says no. Red provides Buck with some sage advice. He says, “You can be the hero, save lives, but don’t neglect having your own. Last thing you want is to be at the end holding nothing but regrets.” Red’s words hit Buck like a ton of bricks. The next day, at the station, Buck tells the others about meeting Red. He tells them that all the guys from Red’s unit don’t talk anymore. Hen says that life gets busy and it’s easy for people to lose touch. Buck wonders if that will happen to the 118 and the others assure him it won’t. Eddie asks Hen and Chimney if they keep in touch with the old 118. Chimney says he spoke to Tommy the previous year. Eddie, again, assures Buck that they won’t fall out of touch, even if they retire or move to another firehouse.

We get an emergency involving a father and son. The two are riding a motorized scooter when a drone crashes in front of them causing them to get thrown from the scooter. Thankfully they are okay although the dad may have a broken arm. Athena arrives on the scene and speaks with the owner of the drone. He tells Athena the drone got away from him. A woman asks the owner, whose name is Jeffrey Hudson (played by Noah Bean) why he was flying the drone over her house. Athena tells Jeffrey it is illegal for him to fly a drone over private property. He tells Athena he’s a realtor and he was only trying to get aerial views of the home he is trying to sell. The woman tells Athena she knows almost everyone in the neighborhood, and she hasn’t heard of anyone selling. Jeffrey says the home hasn’t gone up on the MLS (multiple listing service) yet. Athena tells him that if he is using the drone for his job, it should be registered with the FAA (Federal Aviation Administration). She asks Jeffrey to see his remote pilot’s license which he doesn’t have. Athena has Jeffrey arrested for operating a drone without a license, trespassing and destruction of private property.

Over at the LAPD, Athena escorts Jeffrey into custody and turns over the broken drone to an officer. Meanwhile, Buck shows up at Red’s apartment telling him he found Cindy, the one that got away. Buck says Cindy is widowed. Buck throws Red’s words about not having regrets back at him and convinces him to go see Cindy. Red agrees to go visit her. When they arrive at Cindy’s home, Buck gives Red two tickets to the Dodgers-Mets series. They go to the door and Cindy’s caretaker Doris (played by Loren Escandon) answers. Cindy also comes to the door and appears to recognize Red. She invites him and Buck inside. Doris serves tea while Red catches up with Cindy. As the conversation progresses, it becomes quite evident that Cindy has some sort of dementia which is crushing for Red. She panics and starts asking about her husband. Buck and Red make a hasty retreat and the latter tells Buck they never should have come. The one lasting memory he had is now ruined. He tells Buck to stay away because he’s not sure he can survive with his help anymore.

Back at LAPD, the officer who Athena handed the drone off to reports finding something disturbing. Apparently, Jeffrey is a Peeping Tom and was using the drone to spy on women. Athena then learns Jeffrey has been released from custody by the Feds. Meanwhile, Buck speaks with Maddie about Red. Maddie asks if the situation with Red is reminding Buck of his own romantic life – or lack thereof. Buck thinks she’s being ridiculous. He then asks Maddie if she thinks he’s lonely. She tells him he stopped trying after Abby. She tells him she understands but he’s quick to remind her it’s him who always gets left behind – not her. In fact, Maddie is the one who always leaves. Buck assures Maddie he’s not mad. He tells her she doesn’t know what it’s like when people walk away.

We have another emergency. We see two chefs competing in a reality TV cooking competition a la Chopped. Chef Maurice (played by Jeff Blim) shakes a can of nitrous whipped cream, and it explodes. The spout the whipped cream is dispensed through gets lodged in Chef Maurice’s chest splattering whipped cream and blood all over the kitchen set. The 118 arrive and Hen and Chimney tend to Chef Maurice. Chimney says the whipped cream spout is millimeters from the chef’s heart. Bobby radios to the hospital to have surgeons on standby. During transport, Hen performs a thoracotomy much to Chimney disapproval. She puts her finger in his chest and keeps it there all the way to the hospital. When the ambulance arrives, a doctor (played by Joe Gillette) scolds Hen for performing the procedure. Hen accompanies the doctor and nurses into the operating room. Another doctor, Dr. Imelda Royce (played by Jessica Tuck) commends Hen for breaking the rules to save the chef’s life. The surgery is a success.

Meanwhile, Buck gets a call from Red who is in the hospital. Buck learns that Red has cancer. Buck, learning from his earlier mistake, simply asks if there’s anything he can do. Red asks if Buck can sit with him. Buck takes a seat and asks Red to tell him a story about his old house. The next day at the station, Hen sees a doctor’s coat hanging over her turnout gear. The others commend her for saving the life of the chef. Bobby congratulates her too and tells her never to do that again. Back at the hospital, Buck arranges for several firefighters to help him escort Red out of the hospital after he is discharged. It’s such a touching scene watching Buck help Red into the firetruck. Red is deeply touched by the gesture. As the firetruck drives off, Red salutes Buck. We then learn from Buck that Red dies. Maddie tells her brother he was a good friend to Red. She then says that Buck is nothing like Red. His life is not Buck’s life. His life is not Buck’s future. Maddie tells Buck the difference between he and Red is that Red didn’t have a sister. She says that she knows she left him behind twice but she came back. She pinky promises to never leave him behind.

In the final scene of the episode, Athena and Detective Lou Ransone (played by Sasha Roiz) go to Jeffrey Hudson’s home. Jeffrey has flown the coop but has left a lot of evidence behind. An officer finds a video of Jeffrey attacking a woman in her woman in her home. Turns out, Jeffrey Hudson isn’t just a Peeping Tom. He’s a serial rapist.

Observations

After the apartment fire, Buck wants to go out and celebrate. Everyone has an excuse as to why they cannot hangout; however, Eddie tells Buck he can come over and help him chaperone Christopher’s sleepover. I know I always have my foot on the neck of Buddie shippers, but I find this moment funny because at times it seems that Buck is only useful to Eddie when it comes to helping him raise his son.

The whole point of this episode is that Buck’s life doesn’t have to end up like Red’s. However, the two share a LOT of similarities. They both go by their nicknames (Buck and Red) instead of their actual names (Evan and John). They’re both adventurous and love being firefighters. They can fly off the handle at times. They both fell in love with red heads.

Speaking of Red Delacroix, this is not the first time I’ve seen his actor Jack McGee play a firefighter. I remember him from the FX show Rescue Me starring Denis Leary.

Buck is a great active listener.

I love any time Athena and Bobby dance.

Chimney mentions that he keeps in touch with Tommy, further proof that Tommy Kinard has always been around. Also, there’s no malice in the mentioning of his name which tells me that even though Hen and Chimney don’t check in with Tommy regularly, they have no ill-will towards him.

Bobby using the chainsaw made me so nervous especially since we can’t see the dad’s head.

Whenever Buck is really having a hard time, he typically goes to the women in his life. I love how candid he is with Maddie. It was important that he let her know that her abandoning him really affected him. I love their pinkie promise at the end of the episode. It’s not the last time we will see it.

Chef Maurice looks an awful lot like Chef Marcel Vigneron on Bravo’s hit cooking competition show Top Chef

The scene where Buck wheels Red out of the hospital always makes me cry. Seeing all those first responders, past and present, standing at attention is so beautiful. Buck is a good guy. Period. You can never make me hate him. Also, I love how the 118 showed up for Buck as well.

911 Lore

This episode marks the first appearance of Detective Lou Ransone played by Sasha Roiz.

This episode marks the first appearance of Jeffrey Hudson played by Noah Bean.

Hen’s medical intervention could’ve resulted in her being fired. Instead, it inspires a new career path.

Maddie left Buck twice – she left him when she left home for the first time and she left him again when she married Doug.

Now I hope you understand why this rarely talked about episode holds a special place in my heart. I love the friendship between Buck and Red. I wish they’d met sooner. I would’ve enjoyed seeing Buck explore a non-romantic relationship with a character outside of the 118 bubble. This episode, for me, is proof of why Buck is one of the best characters in the show. When he messed up, bringing Red to see Cindy, he did his best to atone for his actions. I love the sendoff he organized for Buck. It truly shows how caring he is towards those he cares about. I also love Hen’s story within the episode. Hen did cross the line helping the chef, but she ended up saving his life. I loved that the female doctor defended her actions. Her story is just a reminder of how female, most specifically Black women, are often ignored by their white male counterparts. Thankfully her 118 family is supportive of her. Lastly, Athena’s story is a setup for what will happen in the last few episodes of the season. I love that in this episode, which is very poignant, we get the origin story of perhaps one of the best villains of this show. Overall, this episode is top notch in my book. If I had to rank the episodes of this season, this one would definitely be in the top half. As for what episode I will be reacting to next. I haven’t decided. I guess you’ll just have to wait and see what happens on 911: Flashback. Until next time …

#abc 911 #811 abc #evan buckley #hen wilson #athena grant #bobby nash #maddie buckley #howie chimney han #eddie diaz #911 reactions #blw reactions #911 3x16 #oliver stark #911 flashback #angela bassett #aisha hinds #kenneth choi #jennifer love hewitt #peter krause

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andythesilly · 26 days ago

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i gave in so uhh intro post time yay

BEWARE KINDA LONG INTRO POST

hiya hi hello everybody!!

☆- my name is andy!! (you can also call me andrew both are okay)

☆- transmasc gay asexual • he/him

☆- birthday is april first/gen

☆- minor so please don't say weird stuff about me ty (fine with freaky jokes tho as long as they don't go too far)

☆- strawpage link even tho it's almost the same thing as here (i appreciate gimmicks :3)

☆- this is my sona ref for now i'll make a better one when,,, honk mimimimi 💤💤💤

MY INTERESTS!! :D

purple means the stuff i like a little more than the rest • blue means the ones i'll be currently posting/be more active about • in order from least to most recent

☆- Vocaloid

☆- Project Sekai

☆- Murder Drones

☆- Regretevator (Roblox)

☆- Omori

☆- Pressure (Roblox)

☆- Gravity Falls

☆- Block Tales (Roblox)

☆- Tally Hall

☆- Love of The S*n/LOTS (Object Show)

☆- Ride the Cyclone (Musical)

☆- The Ghost and Molly McGee

☆- Albuquerque: the Movie

☆- Weezer

☆- House MD

favorite characters from each of these pieces of media <<

feel free to interact if you have any interests in common :D

FAV MUSIC ARTISTS!!

☆- Kikuo (vocaloid producer)

☆- Ghost and Pals (vocaloid producer)

☆- Bo en

☆- TALLY HALL & MIRACLE MUSICAL!!

☆- Joe Hawley

☆- Rob Cantor

☆- Edu (Andrew Horowitz)

☆- Cojum Dip

☆- WEEZER!!

☆- WEIRD AL YANKOVIC!!

☆- Regretevator OSTs

☆- Omori OSTs

My hobbies!!

purple are the ones i do most often

☆- drawing

☆- listening to music

☆- playing video games (currently playing undertale :})

☆- watching shows and movies (currently watching house md!!)

☆- playing piano

☆- programming

☆- reading (will always be science, fiction, or science fiction)

Things i like in no specific order whatsoever :]

☆- Sudoku

☆- Rubik's cubes (and solving them)

☆- minesweeper

☆- just puzzles of any kind

☆- Jade Harley from Homestuck

☆- Joey Claire from Hiveswap

☆- THE COLOR PURPLE <333

☆- science in general

☆- robotics

☆- RMS Titanic (the actual ship, not the movie)(btw if you ask me about this specific topic i will start infodumping like crazy so i recommend you refrain from doing so)

☆- all things (milk) chocolate (cakes, cupcakes, bars, ect)(without any nuts ofc)

☆- carbohidrates (rice, bread, pasta)

☆- time travel

☆- paradoxes

☆- multiverses (i do not believe in them but i find them interesting)

☆- the history of the lightbulb

☆- Back to the Future trilogy (don't really have a specific date for this one so that's why i didn't put it in interests)

uhh there's probably more that i don't remember

Dni >:[

☆- basic criteria

☆- eh just don't be mean nor a bigot to me

Extras!!

☆- i speak english, spanish (first language) and am learning chinese!!

☆- certified twink yes i know

☆- live laugh love yaoi <333

☆- picky eater (of variety) that eats a lot (of quantity)

☆- procrastination final boss

☆- list of stuff that i plan to get into/want to know more about hehe..

☆- PANAMANIAN 🇵🇦🇵🇦🇵🇦🇵🇦🇵🇦🇵🇦🇵🇦🇵🇦🇵🇦 WHAT THE FUCK IS A GOOD GOVERNMENT 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

☆- contrary to the belief of two or three people out there, my chosen name isn't andy because of Andrew Horowitz, it's just what i found close enough to my now deadname

☆- i love ALL my mutuals

☆- by my logic mutuals = friends so if you are a mutual, congrats, i consider you a friend :D

☆- feel free to tag me in any tag games or just posts that remind you of me hehe

☆- and mutuals please tell me if you would not like for me to tag you in tag games

☆- feel free to send me anything at my ask box or just dm me too since i love interacting with other people :D

☆- PLEASE ⬆️⬆️⬆️

☆- current pfp is andrew horowitz from tally hall and banner is the blue album from weezer :}

☆- will probably edit this if i need to add/change something

as a thank you for reading, here's some cool blinkies of my interests :]

#andythesilly #intro post yeehaw #this was pretty fun ngl

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writingdungeon · 1 year ago

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Caught on Replay

Harvey x Reader oneshot I LIED PT2 Awe Shit PT3 How many more parts?

Warnings: MDNI, 18+, NSFW, There is Smut in here i promise, gotta read im not lying, that good good za, P in V, Cheating

Ending his week at the Stardrop Saloon was nice, but it became even better with the addition of his friends Elliott and Shane. The three of them often gathered to hang out and talk about life, finding solace in each other's company as the three oldest eligible bachelors in Pelican Town. It seemed inevitable that they would drift together. Tonight's conversation had unexpectedly veered into reminiscing about their college days. "Nah, hooking up is easier when you're like twenty," Shane groaned, slouching over his beer. "I think they've gotten better since I've gotten older," Elliott retorted with a smirk, teasing Shane lightly. "Ooooh, Fancy-pants Rich McGee over here…" Harvey chuckled, enjoying the banter between Shane and Elliott.

“And what about you, Harvey?” Elliott's question directed at him made him shrug, a slight smile playing on his lips. “I kind of dove into my studies,” he admitted with a wistful sigh, his gaze drifting momentarily into the past. “It's hard to hook up when you have test after test and a mountain of textbooks.” He couldn't help but reminisce about the days when he swore he was going to go bald from all the studying.

“I’m calling bullshit. You've had a hookup,” Shane interjected bluntly, his eyes narrowing at Harvey skeptically. “You know too much,” Shane said in a playful tone, taking a slow sip of his beer. “I guess in undergrad…” Harvey began tentatively, rubbing the back of his neck as he searched for the right words. “Ooooh, do tell, Harvey. A name, a hookup, something,” Elliott teased, leaning forward with exaggerated interest, enjoying Harvey's discomfort.

"Honestly, I haven't seen them in years though; we lost contact with each other, Their name is Farmer," he said, sighing softly. "You reflect on the younger years, don't you?" Elliott asked, his romance-loving heart recognizing the wistful expression on Harvey's face. "It's like a melody that plays in the background of our memories, isn't it? Each note is a reminder of those moments we held dear." Harvey nodded in agreement, a faint smile touching his lips as he reminisced about days gone by.

Harvey often did find himself reflecting on his younger years, particularly the time when he was on the brink of starting medical school. Back then, he had just completed his undergraduate studies and was living in an apartment with his roommate Jack. It was a time filled with the vibrant energy of college life, late-night study sessions, and weekend parties that seemed to stretch on forever.

Farmer, Jack’s partner at the time, was a constant presence in their apartment. With their bright energy and good vibes, they brought a blend of happiness and liveliness that had captivated Harvey. The both of them often engaged in deep conversations that spanned from medical ethics to the complexities of literature, moments he now cherished as time marched on.

Harvey remembered how he would invite Jack to gatherings and parties with their circle of friends and you seemed to always tag along. There were always lively affairs, filled with music, laughter, and animated discussions that lasted well into the early morning hours. He especially enjoyed watching you in these social settings, your quick wit and magnetic charm drawing everyone's attention.

Navigating the dynamics between himself, you, and his roommate had been complex. While he deeply respected his friendship with Jack and was conscious of maintaining boundaries, Harvey couldn't deny the undeniable chemistry he felt with you. Both your interactions were charged with a mix of intellectual banter and subtle flirtation, adding an exciting and sometimes tense undercurrent to the friendship.

"Hey, have you seen Farmer?" Harvey called out over the pounding music, passing the joint along in the hazy rotation. "Nah, they mentioned needing some fresh air," His roommate groaned, rolling their eyes in a gesture that spoke volumes about the tension brewing between the both of you. The rough patch you were going through seemed to be deepening at the moment. "You should go check on them, Jack." Harvey urged, his tone tinged with concern as he watched his friend, silently urging them to take action. "Fuck that, and miss the rotation? You go check on them if you're so worried," Jack retorted dismissively, the words laced with frustration and defensiveness. Letting out a sigh through his nose, Harvey pushed up from his seat, growing increasingly annoyed by Jack’s stubbornness. "Fine, I will, Jackass," Harvey shot back, his voice edged with irritation as he slipped away into the bustling party crowd.

Harvey checked around the house party, but couldn't find you upstairs or inside. He decided to poke his head outside. As he looked around, he finally spotted you sitting at the side of the house, seated on the ground and leaning against the wall. "Hey," he called out softly, watching you turn to look at him. "Hey…" you responded quietly. He walked over and sat down next to you, both of you gazing up at the night sky. "What's up?" he asked, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. "I don't know… just…" You sighed deeply, curling up a bit more into yourself, your thoughts seemingly distant. Harvey leaned closer, concerned.

"I don't know, man… I kinda just want to go home," you expressed with frustration. His expression softened, noting your lack of enjoyment. "Jack said we'd just chill at home, then he dragged me here…" Confusion flickered across his face; he had always assumed you enjoyed going out to parties. "I thought you wanted to come, Farmer?" Harvey asked, scooting nearer to hear you over the music. "No, Jack keeps dragging me out…" you replied with a slight stomp of your foot. "I just want to hang out at your place…. All of this was a mistake… I feel like a mistake"

Harvey glanced at you, concern crossing his face as he nodded, comprehending just how foolish Jack was behaving. "I don't think you are. Come on, I'll take you home," he offered, standing up and extending his hand towards you. "What? But weren't you the one who wanted to come here in the first place?" you asked, gazing up at him with a confused expression. "Not if someone isn't enjoying themselves. I've got to make sure everyone is taken care of. Isn't that what doctors do, right?" He chuckled lightly, poking fun at himself, and gestured once more for you to take his hand. “You are a weird one.” He smiled holding your hand firm and helping pull you up. “I'll be a good one.” He retorted with a smirk of confidence.

The walk to your dorm was pleasant, the air cool and the streets peaceful, with only the murmur of your conversation filling the quiet space between you. Harvey was about to bid you goodbye at your door and head back to the party, going to talk with Jack and subtly remind him of how fortunate he was to have you. "Want to come in for a bit?" you asked, holding the door open for him. ‘I shouldn't,’ Harvey thought, aware that stepping inside might be a mistake, blurring the boundaries of your relationship. Despite his reservations, he found himself saying, "Sure," unable to resist your inviting smile as he followed you through the doorway. After all, a little more conversation couldn't hurt, could it?

A little more conversation quickly turned into Harvey pinning you to the couch, the wet, slick, slapping sounds filling the dorm. “Say that again…” He growled, teasing you, eager to erase those words from your mind. “I-I… I’m… a mista~ Fuck!” You gasped, interrupted as he chuckled, looking down as your eyes rolled up when he bottomed out, feeling your hips against his. “A what?” He whispered, leaning down to kiss your jaw, nipping at the skin beneath your ear.

“A mistake!” He groaned, noticing you weren't going to back down. He shifted your legs, pressing your knees into your chest. “If you're a mistake, you're a damn good one,” he retorted, the irony of the mistake of bedding his roommate's partner momentarily lost on him. Pulling out, he gently teased the tip at your weeping entrance. “Harvey…” You whimpered, but he shook his head, looking at you. “Say at least that,” he urged, rubbing his thumbs into your thighs. “What?” You chuckled in confusion. “At least say you're a good mistake, and I'll keep fucking you.”

Hearing your breath catch at his request, seeing you bite your lip. He chuckled softly seeing the inner turmoil of your mind. “I… I’m a good mistake…” Finally getting somewhere Harvey smiled and pushed back in. “Good job.” He teased as your bodies clapped together. “You are good, you feel so good.” Harvey moaned out as he pressed you further down. “You look so pretty like this…” He bit his lip, hands moving gripping your hips, and began to piston in and out of you. “Fuck… you feel so good.” He groaned out as your walls milked his length. Harvey gritted his teeth at the pleasure, sensations overloading him.

His hips rutted, fucking into you with the fervent speed of a man dying for release. “I think I’m going to cum,” he warned as he stared into your eyes, hoping for a sign of permission. He wanted to make sure. “M-Me too, please, Harvey.” Your pleas made him feel like the verge of losing his mind was close. “Fuck,” he moaned out, his pace slowing down, getting hard, and deep. His head leaned back, and his eyes screwed shut as his cock throbbed. “Farmer,” he growled pulling out, just before he came, coating your stomach and chest with his hot, thick load. He leaned in, catching his breath, resting his forehead against yours as he caught his breath. “Fuck,”

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath again, a smile playing at the corners of his lips as he looked down at you. "Harvey," your voice rang out melodiously, and he couldn't help but smile even wider. "Guess we made a bit of a mess?" he quipped, surveying the living room around them.

"Just a bit—" The conversation was interrupted by the shrill ring of the home phone. "I got it," Harvey watching as you got up and answered the phone. As you spoke into the receiver, the weight of reality returned. He shook his head slightly, pulling himself out of the flashback. The memory of what had followed was too raw, too cringe-inducing for him to want to recall while he was out with his friends.

Harvey had pulled himself back just as Shane spoke up. ‘Oh hey, isn't that the new Farmer?" He turned around, following Shane's pointed finger, toward where you were engaged in conversation with Gus. Harvey caught sight of you—a familiar face in this unexpected place—and his stomach lurched with surprise. "Harvey?" Elliott's voice interrupted, carrying a hint of amusement. Harvey turned back to them, a sheepish smile spreading across his face.

"Yeah, that's the new Farmer…" he replied, his tone tinged with surprise as he tried to process the scene unfolding before him. He could see Shane and Elliott exchanging a knowing glance, their amusement palpable. "Have you already met them, hmm?" Elliott purred, his lips curling into a smirk. "Quick physical exam?" Shane added, gently jabbing Harvey with his fist. "No, nothing like that," Harvey scoffed, pushing Shane away. "Harvey?" Your voice cut through the air, calling out to him. It was no longer a song caught on replay in his mind; now, it was live and present.

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yeoldenews · 2 years ago

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For all my fellow name nerds out there, I am very pleased to present the second annual "Gloyd Roberson Memorial List of Actual Human Children Who Wrote Letters to Santa in 1920s/30s Oklahoma".

These aren’t all necessarily “weirder than Gloyd” but fall into three rough categories which I’ve dubbed: “that’s got a nice ring to it”, “if I used this in a novel it would be considered too unrealistic” and “you’ve got 5 seconds to name a character that lives in 1920s Oklahoma, GO!”:

Selvyn Atteberry

Dyer Banfield

Bert Baxter

Hilda Bender

Imogene Berry

Heloise Blakely

Burl Boyer

Clyda Pearl Boyington

Okal Brooks

Vada Jo Bricker

Deverett Brumley

Lee Roy Buck

Vivian May Burdue

Donnie Buster

Elmarie Button

Junior Buzzard

Melchor Caldex

Tycene Calhoun

Tiny Bell Callison

Dapalene Caywood

Edney Clopton

Buster Combs

Georgia Countryman

Vantruba Crockett

Alto Day

Buddie DeWayne

Violet Divine

Elwanda Downing

Cletys Durham

Thurlo Epps

Apple Fields

Floyd Fleetwood

Metherine Franklin

Ula Fay French

Wanda Jo Fronterhouse

Irline Fuller

Jack Gritzmaker

J. D. Grizzle

Billie Jean Gulley

Joline Hardcastle

Kaloolah Herrill

Thelias Hatfield

Elva Heavins

Coleman Hewlett

Helen Hillhouse

Virgil Holderby

Katymae Houston

Myree Huffstutlar

Estelline Hurrypack

Blondie Huhm

Lila Lou Jackson

Denver Jones

Vernell Lambert

Sonny Boy Lockart

Dinkey Long (autocorrect really wanted this to be Donkey Kong)

Bamma Lynn

Rep Madden

Standford Mann

Jack Mattingly

Goldia McGee

Madge Messinger

Mauzell Mullins

Jeffie Wayne Muskrat

Archibald Neighbors

Hazel Nickerson

Eulah Oakley

Lyle Oyler

Milburn Partain

Jackson Payne

Montana Phillips

Bobbie Dean Phoenix

Toots Putman

Madonna Mae Rickey

Cyprine Robertson

Juanelle Schneeberger

Billie Jean Sparks

Texanna Smith

Pansy Stetson

Patsy Ruth Stubblefield

Eldon Sweezy

Hoy Trotter

Pearl Vandorien

Leland Weems

Joe Bob West

Wayness Whitely

Buster Wyatt

John Ira Youngblood

Domby Zinn

#feel free to use for any western themed dnd campaigns #or dust bowl romance novels you may be writing #names #oklahoma #1920s #1930s #dnd #long post

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etclouie · 16 days ago

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prompt 241 with mcgee please!!!

title; reservations (Tim McGee x fem!reader)

prompts; “I made us a reservation.” — from three hundred assorted dialogue prompts

warnings; established relationship, tim x girlfriend reader, two idiots in love, brief teasing, and a small joke about a wedding, but that’s it (531 words)

one year masterlist | main masterlist

— come celebrate my one year!!

you glanced up from your book as the front door clicked open, the familiar sound of Tim’s key in the lock followed by the unmistakable rustle of his coat being hung up.

“hey”

you called from the couch, smiling as you tucked your legs under yourself.

“rough day?”

Tim appeared in the doorway, looking rumpled and just a little worn down.

he let out a sigh, trying to mask it with a small smile.

“is it that obvious?”

you patted the cushion beside you, and he dropped down with another sigh, leaning into your side like he was recharging just by being near you.

“Tony get on your nerves again?”

he huffed out a chuckle this time.

“no more than usual”

Tim said, but he smiled faintly before continuing.

“but Gibbs had us chasing paperwork ghosts all afternoon. dead ends, cold leads, and a coffee shortage. it was… bleak”

you chuckled and brushed a hand through his hair, gently ruffling it as he moved to rest his head on your shoulder.

the after work run down and cuddles were something that happened every day, Tim always needing that little let go whenever he got home.

“well i have something that might cheer you up”

Tim lifted his head, raising an eyebrow, suspicious in that way that meant he was intrigued but also preparing himself for one of your mischievous surprises.

“i made us a reservation”

you told, voice casual.

his eyes widened just a little bit, searching yours but finding nothing but sincerity looking back at him.

“a reservation? like… for dinner?”

you nodded, pulling a folded slip of paper from the coffee table and handing it to him.

he opened it and read the name of the restraunt, one you both had been talking about for months but never quite got around to trying.

his mouth opened slightly, a mix of love and surprise painting his features, before he closed his mouth again.

“this place books uo for weeks”

you smilled at him, taking his face into your hands as you spoke.

“exactly why i made it three weeks ago”

you told with a grin.

“i figured tonight would be the kind of night where you’d need something to look forward to”

Tim looked at you for a long beat, then leaned forward and kissed you—soft and slow, with the kind of appreciation that didn’t need words.

“you’re amazing”

he murmured against your lips, smile planted firm on his face.

“i know”

you told with a smirk, making him shake his head, the amusement and love never leaving his face.

you kissed him again, before whispering against his lips.

“now go get changed, reservations in an hour—and no, you can’t wear your NCIS windbreaker”

he rolled his eyes but stood anyways, already heading for the bedroom with slow steps.

“you love that windbreaker”

a laugh fell from your lips.

“i tolerate it for your sake”

as he disappeared around the corner, you heard him muttering to himself behind the bedroom door.

“gonna wear it to our wedding just to spite you”

you smiled to yourself, heart full.

reservation or not, nights like this were exactly what made everything worth it.

reblogs are highly appreciated !

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picturejasper20 · 9 months ago

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Danny Phantom needed better arcs (or why The Ghost and Molly Mcgee did it better)

I have been reading some old posts from Monotype on phantom, mainly those that talk about continuity and how Danny Phantom should have had better written arcs, with having plot threads and characters arcs being left open and often with no proper closure. In these posts Danny Phantom gets compared to series like Steven Universe and Gravity Falls in terms of how these shows use pacing and development to tell their stories.

So i was thinking since i usually talk about parallels between Danny Phantom and The Ghost and Molly Mcgee, why not compare the two? And you would think ¨why are you comparing an action superhero show to a more comedy slice of life show?¨ And let me tell you, considering what The Ghost and Molly Mcgee was able to pull off, i think it is more than fair to do this comparison.

I assume that most of my followers know what Danny Phantom is so i won't dive into what the series is about. In The Ghost and Molly Mcgee's case, for those who don't know, it is a series about Molly McGee and her family moving to an old house where a ghost named Scratch lives is in. Molly and Scratch become best friends over the course of the series, something that brings them issues along the way. While the series is more comedy slice of life, it has arcs that get explored through the show and there is a constant change in the characters and the world itself.

Having explained that, lets move to the comparison between these shows: I think it would be good to start with Danny Phantom trio development (Danny, Sam, Tucker) vs The Ghost and Molly Mcgee ¨Comet trio¨ (Molly, Scratch and Libby) development in the first season of each show.

So Danny as main character gets plenty of episodes about him. Some good examples of these are "Attack of the Killer Garage Sale", "What You Want", "Bitter Reunions", "My Brother's Keeper" and "Teacher of the Year". He gets an overall arc in the firsy season and the series as a whole. We can agree that in that way he is a well developed character.

But what about Sam and Tucker? Sam has "Parental Bonding", "Control Freaks" and maybe "Fanning the Flames". Tucker has "What You Want" and some in "Teacher of the Year" They also have some B plots that explore their characters in some episodes too...

However, they don't really feel that well developed? They don't even seem like to have a proper arc in contrast to Danny this season. Just some good scenes here and there.

In contrast The Ghost and Molly Mcgee has the three characters from the Comet Trio developing and changing through the season. -Molly has different episodes about learning to respect other people's boundaries better ("Mazel Tov, Libby!", "Ready, Set, Snow!") or how being positive all the time isn't always a good thing ( "All Systems No") -Libby has a whole arc about learning to overcome some of her anxieties and insecurities until she grows to be more confident of herself ( "Mazel Tov, Libby!" and "Talent Show") and she has episodes that explore other sides of her character. ( "Monumental Disaster", "Festival of Lights") -And Scratch- i could write a lot about him but he has some character growth every other episode and the changes he goes through Season 1 alone are very noticeable. He is a characters who just develops a lot in the series.

Overall, i think it is fair to say that the Comet Trio from The Ghost and Molly Mcgee is more developed and has better arcs when compared to the Phantom trio from Danny Phantom

Another example of this is how Valerie Gray and Ollie Chen character arcs get handled in both respective series. Both start as semi antagonists that are ghosthunters who fall in love with the main teenager character and hate ghosts but gradually change their views about it through the show.

The main difference is how Ollie Chen has more of a complete character arc while Valerie Gray doesn't.

Valerie was going through some good development around Season 1 and Season 2 with her motivations being explored and her relationship with Danny changing over time. She gets some good episodes on Season 1 and a few in the first half of Season 2. The problem is that after the "Flirting with Disaster" the show seemed to forget about Valerie for around half of its run until the penultimate episode of the series "D-Stabilized". And even then she never gets a proper conclusion to her learning about Danny being Phantom nor able to regret her past actions from previous episodes. She doesn't get to have speaking lines in the series finale ¨Phantom Planet¨ neither.

Comparing Valerie to Ollie Chen, it doesn't take too long for Ollie to learn that Molly has been hiding she has a ghost (Scratch) as her best friend. He learns about this near the end of the episode ¨I Wanna Dance with Some-Ollie¨.

This leaves him emotionally crushed and that gets explored in later episodes with him learning that all ghosts aren't evil and he changes his views about them. ("Frightmares on Main Street", "The Unhaunting of Brighton Video") He later has episodes that he confronts his family about these views they have too like "Welcome to NecroComic-Con".

I do have my issues with Ollie as character but one thing i can give him is that he has a completed character arc by the end of Season 2. He learns to overcome his hatred of ghosts and reflect on his past actions, trying to be better over time.

I think one factor is that The Ghost and Molly Mcgee had less issues with changing the status quo than Danny Phantom did. What happens in one episode can have an impact on later episodes and the characters change in these. This is because these shows came during different times but also that Tgamm had its characters arcs and development better planned from the start. Danny Phantom episodes were just written as the production went along and a lot of times the team didn't have a clear plan in mind of where things should go.

That doesn't mean that The Ghost and Molly Mcgee isn't without its flaws. Season 2 is kind of a mess in how it handles its arcs and some things should have been better paced. In spite of that, i think the series in a lot of ways did a better job at using continuity and arcs than what Danny Phantom did. There are more examples i could cite but these ones are the closest that come to mind to do this comparison.

#danny phantom #the ghost and molly mcgee #Tgamm #danny fenton #valerie gray #tucker foley #sam manson #molly mcgee #ollie chen #scratch mcgee #libby stein torres

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